Page 32 of Fourteen Years

“Yes, Trev, please.”

Then I was lost, flexing my hips and thrusting into her. She widened her legs slightly, trying to keep her footing as my hand tightened on her throat. Her fingers still interlaced with mine were gripping the counter as I moved in and out of her quickly. The wet sounds that were filling the kitchen just driving me on further.

“Trevor,” she groaned louder, trembling under me. “Oh my god. It's too much…” she broke off, my hand flexing around her throat.

“You can take it.” I panted against her ear. “It's not too much. It's not ever going to be enough, Monica. Fuck, baby.” I released her hand and wrapped it around the front of her, to the apex of her thighs. My fingers found her clit circling it gently with steady pressure.

Her thighs were shaking as her pussy clenched around me, tightening, as she took sobbing breaths under me.

“You going to cum for me?” I asked, pressing firmer against her clit.

“Yes, please, Trev.” she was crying out now, both hands trying to find purchase on the counter, I gripped her hips, releasing her neck, angling her to fuck into her harder and deeper.

“Cum on my cock, Monica.” I growled as she screamed under me, her pussy gripping me tight as her orgasm took over her body.

I kept thrusting, feeling my own body tense, emptying into her, curving over her again, kissing over her upper back and shoulders as we both panted.

Gently, I stepped back, pulling myself out of her, looking down to see us mixed together. Reaching up I collected some of my cum sliding out of her, and pushed it back into her, pressing my finger deep inside.

She moaned softly, whispering my name, her forehead pressed against the counter and everything was perfect.

Chapter 18

Everything was perfect. Or it should be. I rolled my heated forehead against the cool kitchen counter. I was still trembling and my legs were unsteady. I felt Trevor’s hands soothing my back, his callouses rasping against the skin.

Being with Trevor again had been amazing. Perfect. I’d seen stars. So why did I feel like I was going to burst into tears? Why was Paul’s face the one I was seeing behind my closed eyes? I felt like I had just cheated on my husband, even though I knew that wasn’t the case.

My breathing was starting to hitch as I straightened my body, my skin meeting Trevor’s hard chest behind me, as his arms came around me holding me gently.

“You okay?” He asked against my ear, sounding concerned.

“Yep.” My voice sounded off, even to myself. I needed to get to the bathroom and pull myself together. Trevor didn’t need this and I felt ready to shatter apart.

“I gotta run to the restroom, just give me a second.” I said, voice thin with false bravado. I avoided his eyes as I turned, scooping my clothes up, and rushing over to the bathroom. My breath was starting to come in bursts and I felt like my chest was caving in.

I’d never had a panic attack but this is what I imagined one felt like. Closing and locking the door behind me, I thrust my hand into the shower, turning the water on to create noise right before I hit my knees outside of the bathtub. The clothes I’d scooped up fell to the floor and I started wheezing.

I hadn’t cheated on Paul. It had been a year and a half since he’d passed. Why was my mind reacting this way? I’d been in the moment with Trevor. I’d had one of the best orgasms of my life. Then the come down had hit me. Everything had hit me again.

I heard myself start sobbing just as the first tears hit my hands.

Pull it together. God, please.

Everything felt like it was tunneling out and I laid on my side, curled into a ball. The cool tiles of the bathroom floor jarred against the steam enveloping the bathroom from the water running.

I was going to break.

Distantly, I heard knocking on the door and Trevor’s voice, but I was so panicked I couldn’t register what he was saying. I had never been this delicate flower. I felt guilty about Paul and guilty I had run right after Trevor and I had sex.

There was pounding now and near panicked shouting. He had to hear me sobbing but I couldn’t breathe. The bathroom door banged open, slamming against the wall, cool air rushing in to cover my body that was draped in steamy condensation from the heated shower.

“Fuck, Mon.”

I felt Trevor step over me, crouching, then sliding behind me to sit on the floor. Then he was pulling me up as I was trying to pull away, pull myself together for him. So he didn’t think it was because of him. But he fought me.

My back came against his bare chest as he held each of my wrists, crossing mine and his arms over my chest and holding me tight against him.

“Breathe.” His voice was rough. “Feel my chest moving against you and match my breaths.” He ordered, holding me even tighter. He hadn’t even turned the water off. Just focusing on getting to me, holding himself against me, and providing a port in this storm.

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