Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
It was June and the house was sold. The process of moving had begun and James had already found a townhouse in the city right next door. Hailey found a place that wouldn’t be ready til August. Here is why you look before you leap. I questioned this and but she had a bunch of vacation planned and would spend some at her friends, AirBnb, and nights with the kids at James’.
I hated that plan but there was little I could do. Her first night as a newly single person I managed to free myself. We met for drinks but she was upset because I didn’t offer her dinner. And of course we could have had dinner. But I never remarked that this was a special occasion. Was I supposed to? There is sadness in this day as well certainly? I wasn’t sure a celebration was in order.
She never mentioned it to me until later and looking back I know why. But we had our drink and then decided to have some fun in the parking lot. I wanted to give her such pleasure. She looked really good. I laid her down in the back seat and I am sure she would be convinced I would fuck her. But I wanted to just give her an endless supply of pleasure. I may have had it in the back of my mind that she was a free person and it felt sudden that it happened. But I wanted to remind her no one could make her feel like I could.
I found myself kissing her chest and pulling up her sundress. Then putting my hand on her and touching her. Feeling her wetness and rubbing her. She really loved when I touched her and I really liked to touch her as well. I slid my fingers inside and felt around for her spot. Once I find it, I relentlessly touch it with a variety of speeds and pressure I want her to feel it all. I put my mouth on her clit and make out with it if it were the lips on her face.
I kept going until she came. I love that moment where it all gets tight you can feel it and feel the abdomen, the arch in the back, the collapse on your way down. It is my very favorite thing about sex when giving that to someone. And then when satisfied I climbed on top and pushed myself in her. Looked deep into her soul and made love to her.
It was a good night but she was particularly harsh on letting me go that night. I had to be home at a normal time, but she had all the freedom. Something was different. I knew she had a patience problem but already? And instantly I felt her angst around the juxtaposition of our situations. Overnight I felt insecure.
Note: Bonus extra daily post for a couple special readers (Nora, Cara) you guys keep me going and encourage me when this story can be hard to tell at times. Thank You!