Page 12 of Captivated
He playfully growls at me, almost a bark sound, which is weird to me. I ignore him. How many times do I have to tell him not to bark at me? It’s not that sexy growl you read about in romance novels.
He bites and kisses my shoulder; I wiggle in annoyance, attempting to sleep. Of course I can’t now. He keeps reaching around—manhandling my breasts. I keep removing his hands.
“You turn me on so much,” he says wrapping his leg around me to roll me over. He pulls my night shirt up.
It always happens like this. “Stop it. God!” Exasperated, I yank my sleep shirt back down. Only he stretches the v-neck further so he can slip his tongue on my tit.
“Let me suck your nipples. You know it will turn you on.” I roll my eyes as he continues to pressure me. “I want some attention.” Does he not realize how unattractive this behavior is?
He’s now rolling on top of me, kissing down my neck, pulling at my night shirt again. I just might as well give up. Maybe I can just pretend my husband’s the mystery man of my dreams. I close my eyes as I let him pull my night shirt up. He kisses up my stomach traveling to my breasts; Eric sucks my nipple in his mouth as he palms my other breast, squeezing.
I cringe on the inside with every intimate touch. My whimpers aren't pleasure seeking—it’s my internal cry for help. Only I’m the only one who can hear them. I gasp to hold it together, which Eric mistakes for desire. Naturally he would, after all he's Mr. Wonderful.
I clasp his head—watching him suck my nipples—trying to get myself in the mood. Squeezing my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, he kisses down my stomach to my sex. He pulls my panties off. His licks are hard; it’s not pleasurable at all. I shift my bottom, trying to get away from his tongue. He doesn’t get the hint; it feels like he’s trying to lick the inside of a pudding cup. His nose pressing uncomfortably on my clitoris. I can’t even pretend he’s the mystery man.
I roll my hips away from his assault, which he misunderstands as me being ready for him. I watch him walk across the room to his top dresser drawer to pull out a condom.
Eric covers himself as he walks back to the bed and slides into me, holding his breath. “God, you feel good,” he whispers as he starts to move. “You’re so damn tight.” He starts pumping his hips into me, maybe three, four strokes. He stops!
“What?” I already know the damn answer. I flex my hips. “You’re already going soft,” I hiss.
“It’s your damn fault; you’re so fucking tight,” he tells me as I shove him the rest of the way off. I look down, my breasts exposed and I’m naked from the waist down. Only I’m not satisfied. I glance at him. He’s laying on his back wearing nothing but a smile and his stupid ass condom. Disgusted and disappointed, I pull my night shirt down. He doesn’t speak as he walks into the bathroom to remove his condom and flush it down the toilet. He plops down in bed with his phone to read his emails.
“What are you doing?” I ask rolling over in his direction, trying to curb my annoyance.
“Responding to these emails.” I sigh just laying there watching him. “What is it?”
I’m trying really hard to bury my annoyance. But I’m sick of biting my tongue. “I’m glad you’re satisfied! You always finish … one minute man,” I snap and storm into the bathroom.
He doesn’t knock, bursting into the bathroom. “What the hell is your problem?”
“Don’t touch me again. I’m sick of you always getting off and then I’m left high and dry.” I pull on my cute sundress and grab the hamper to take to the laundry. “There has to be more to sex than this,” I scream as I storm past him.
I hear him slam the front door as he storms out of the house. Well, I guess I’m to blame for that fight. Irritated, I let the inn phone ring a few times, collecting my bearings. “Good morning; thank you for calling Amelia’s.” My mood lightens as I recognize the voice on the other end … Gerry. “Yes, I remember you. How have you and Marcus been?” I smile as he talks. “Oh, you need a room for this weekend?” I grab my calendar. “Let me check, yes, I have a vacancy. Is it for two?” I have to admit I am little disappointed when I find he’s calling to reserve a room on behalf of his boss. “Great Gerry, and what is your boss’s name? Quinton Starks. Okay, got it. I look forward to meeting him Friday.”
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Eric didn’t bother touchingme this morning nor did he bother me last night for that matter. In fact, we’re living in solitude since our little rumpled sheet session. I wipe the foggy mirror, looking at my reflection. I look old as shit. I don’t even recognize myself. I used to be full of color and life.
“God Amelia, you need to do something with yourself.” I sigh, grabbing a navy spaghetti strap dress. I’m not a fan of navy, but the color is obviously a fan of me. I turn, looking at my body. The dress accents my boobs and it’s not too short. I have enough makeup to emphasize my sapphire eyes. Normally I wear my hair in a ponytail, but today, I feel like something different. I get my beach wave curler.
Eric is waiting for me downstairs. “Don’t you look sexy this morning.” He carefully touches my hair. “I like this.”
“Thanks. I used to wear it like this all the time.” There is an awkwardness. We can’t continue tiptoeing around each other. I kiss him on the cheek to make a silent amends. “It looks like we got three on the books.”
The afternoon passes rather quickly. I’m preparing my flower arrangements when I hear the door chime. I leave the fresh cut flowers and sheers on the counter. I smile at the couple standing at my desk.
“Good afternoon. What are your names?” I grin as I look at the couple obviously in love.
“Andrew and Kristin Anderson.” I smile as I take their card to complete their payment.
“Do you two have big plans for the weekend? I know there are several local events around the island,” I ramble.
“Well, we’re actually getting married,” Kristin squeals. I have no idea why I squeal with her.
“We’re having an intimate ceremony on one of the sailboats tomorrow afternoon.”
I grasp my heart. “Awe that sounds so romantic. Congratulations! So you will be staying here as your honeymoon?” I’m sort of shocked this wasn’t mentioned over the phone.