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support herself against the table and pushed back into him, hard, grinding
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her ass against his pelvis. He felt so good. So perfect.
He released her pinned hand and reached around her, cupping her
mound in his big hand as he rotated his hips, pressing so deep inside of
her.
She moaned and laid her now freed hand flat against the table and
pressed herself up and back. Yes, she whispered. Harder.
He slipped a finger through her slick pussy lips and stroked her
clit. His other hand gripped her hip, holding her just a bit away from the
table s edge, and then he began to really move. His strokes were deep,
long, hard, fast.
She grunted with each thrust, pressed against him as best she could
with him holding her in place. Skin slapped skin, the sounds adding to
her excitement. His breaths were harsh and shallow, but other than that,
he was silent control and power.
He pinched her clit between two fingers, and she shouted and
jerked in surprise at the shocking jolt that zipped through her. He did it
again, and again, until she bucked against him, crying out with each
stroke of his thick cock.
Please, she screamed, and she reached down and put her hand
over his on her pussy, pressing him harder against her throbbing clit.
Please.
His hand left her hip, wound around her waist, and then his entire
body leaned into her back, pinning her down on the table, his arm
protecting hipbones her from the edge of the table. And he fucked her as
she hadn t been fucked in ages. Hard. Carnal. His strokes grew short as he
pounded into her. He plucked at her clit, and the pressure inside her
began to spread. Grow.
Letting go of his hand because he d found the right rhythm against
her clit, she reached between her legs and cupped his balls.
Fuck! he shouted, and his testicles hardened in her palm.
Yes! she screamed as the orgasm grabbed her hard, tightening
her muscles, making her jerk against him.
With a grunt that turned into a low growl, he stopped moving and
gripped her tight, around the middle, her mound, and his cock pulsed
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inside her as he came.
Sarah collapsed against the table, breathing hard, tingling from
head to toe. Finally relaxed, sated. Wow, she said on a sigh as her
heartbeat thudded in her ears. That was& She sighed again.
Rick had been leaning over her, most of his weight against her, and
she felt him tense. Oh, God, he whispered in a voice filled with& regret?
Tears rushed to her eyes, and she squeezed them shut tight. No,
please don t& She couldn t handle any more put downs. No more making
her feel like shit. This had been so damn good, don t ruin it, please.
Rick pulled away from her, the cool air rushing over her skin. She
wasn t sure what to do. She stood here, splayed over the table, her ass in
the air. Just as she started to push herself up, he was there, pulling her
underwear up her thighs, then the borrowed sweatpants.
I m sorry, he whispered as he smoothed her shirt down her back.
God, I m sorry. He put his hands on her shoulders and with the utmost
gentleness, helped her stand up. Her back twinged a bit. She was a little
old to take it from behind over a table that way.
He turned her, his hands on her shoulders. I m sorry. I m so
sorry.
She opened her mouth to tell him to shut the hell up, to stop
apologizing, but then she looked into his face and the words died on her
tongue. Her heart flipped over in her chest. His eyes were filled with
sorrow, pain no, anguish. He raised his hand as if to touch her face, but
stopped just inches from her cheek, curled his fingers into his palm, and
lowered his arm.
It s okay, she whispered through a throat tight with tears. She
knew that look, and it had nothing to do with her.
He slowly shook his head, then let go of her. He turned his back,
tucked himself into his pants, and then he slipped on his boots and
grabbed his coat from the peg by the door. He was gone again, out into
the driving snow.
At least now she thought she understood his resistance to her, his
refusal until she d pushed his buttons to take what she offered.
She laid her hand over her heart as a tear dripped from her eye.
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Chapter Five
Rick wasn t sure how long he d chopped wood. His body was hot
under his down jacket, but his legs, hands, and cheeks felt frozen solid.
Darkness fell while he tortured his body with the physical labor. The wind
had died down a bit, but the air was frigid, his breath coming out in huge
white plumes with every exhale. At least the nausea had passed, if not the
guilt eating a hole in his gut.
He swung the axe and the wood split with a crack that echoed off
the lean to. He stood up straight and stretched his back, looked up
through the snow, then at the house. It said something that he could
actually see the house now through the snow. Maybe it d stop before the
prediction of tomorrow afternoon.
Sarah had lit a few candles, maybe the hurricane oil lamp he d dug
out of a box in the garage; a soft glow emanated from the living room
window. Fuck, he couldn t believe he d done what he had. Taken her over
the table like a horny teenager.
His stomach flipped at the thought of it, and he swallowed back the
sickness. He d violated her, and himself. His vows to his wife. Sweet
Charlene, can you ever forgive me?
He couldn t stay out here forever. He swung the axe and buried the
blade in the stump he used to chop on, then headed across the yard to the
house. His new home. The place that was to be his sanctuary from the
pain and memories. But it wasn t. It never would be again.
The house was so warm when he walked through the door, his
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cheeks stung anew because of the temperature change. He shed his hat
and gloves, then tucked them in the pockets of his coat before he took it
off and hung it up.
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