"When the loving gets rough" - читать интересную книгу автора (Scope Perry)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The house was as drab as it ever looked, even with the cleansing rays of the first hint of morning sun washing over its shabby pastel walls. She dropped her suitcases by the front door and felt in her pockets for her key. It was in the same pocket she had always kept it in. She unlocked the door carefully, not wanting to disturb Allen yet. She knew how much he needed his sleep. She vowed to herself to attempt to make things easier for him. There was no reason why she could not take a job somewhere. They would talk it over and work something out, together this time.

The living room was only moderately disorderly. But the kitchen, Karen saw, was a complete disaster area. She was glad. Now if Al wanted to kick her out, she could show him concrete evidence of his need for her. She was home, and this time she was staying there.

Karen heard a muffled yawn. She tiptoed to the bedroom door. Her eyes filled as she watched her young husband begin the familiar long process of grunts and groans which always proceeded his morning awakening. She stood very still, knowing his eyes would open at any second and he would see her immediately. She admitted her nervousness, now that there were only moments left, no time in which to run. She was through with running. If he didn't want her… she would worry about that as it happened…

Allen had been dreaming of something warm and soft, something womanly and remote. A feeling of strangeness had forced him to come awake before he managed to get to the object. He opened his eyes reluctantly, closed them, then opened them again immediately. At first he wondered if he could still be dreaming. It fit in so perfectly. "Karen?"

"Hello, Al," she whispered, her eyes very wide.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Karen wanted to tell him she was home for good, if he'd have her. But the words wouldn't come. She didn't even know how to begin.

Allen wanted to ask if she had returned to him for good. But he couldn't. It was too wonderful, just having her there. He didn't dare risk hearing that she had only come for something she had left behind. He tried to think of some way of asking without scaring her off.

Karen wondered fearfully how long this sweet agony was going to last. She knew that if she had-to choose between leaving for good or spending the rest of her life locked in this silent tableau, she would never move. Oh, Al! she thought fiercely, if only Pat's ESP worked! If only you could read my mind and know how much I love you, how sorry I am…

The drawn-out moment passed with Allen's smile. "Did you lock the door?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Good." Allen held out his arms.

Karen collapsed into them gratefully.

"You've changed," Karen said happily, not letting her husband out of her arms.

"So have you." Allen kissed his wife deeply. Her body was so soft and sweet against his. "I'm glad," he added finally, aroused by the sensation of his wife's beckoning body pressing aggressively against his.

"So am I," Karen said. She rubbed her cheek against his. "If some old seeds and a dinky apple tree can make it, so can we." She sighed happily against his shoulder.

"Nut," Allen laughed, not trying to break her bubble, whatever it was.

"For a while," she agreed, reaching again for her husband. Later there would be time to look at their problems, but not now. Now all she wanted to do was have him against her. They had their entire lives in which to talk and plan and, yes, make love. "But not anymore…"

Their lips met again just as the noisy alarm clock Karen had always hated started its usual irritating morning attack.

For the very first time, Al reached out with one groping hand and turned the screaming clock off without jumping up at its shrill demand. Then he turned back to his wife's hungry, waiting lips.

The moment Karen had feared the most was at hand. She didn't know how she would react to making love with a man again. But Al's massaging hands on her breasts felt no different than Pat's strong fingers. She hated herself for thinking about Pat at a time like this, but it actually helped her to relax and accept Allen's advance to the inevitable plunge into her body. Pulsing against her inner-thighs was the stiff tube of flesh she dreaded. Whether she could accept that was a question she knew would be answered in a very short time.

"I love you," Al whispered in her ear. Then his hot mouth moved down her neck and shoulders, licking a path with his tongue to her breasts.

With a little imagination, Karen told herself, there's not much difference… Al's sucking mouth on her rock-hard nipple felt exactly the same as any of her recent female lovers.

"Oh, Al!" she breathed excitedly when his tongue began an unexpected trip down her stomach. The very thought of Al – her Al – bringing her, body such pleasure, lifted Karen to the peak of excitement. And he wasn't in a hurry to simply fulfill an obligation he knew she would enjoy. She realized he was just as methodical in his approach as… as Pat… licking and nibbling at her thighs, while his hands slipped under her buttocks to squeeze and massage those tender balls of flesh. A finger was exploring the deep crevice, searching for that hidden opening, then playing with it and finally entering the tight tunnel.

When Al's wet tongue finally slithered over the panting lips of her sex, Karen flushed out the first juices of her pent-up orgasm. She couldn't hold it back, knowing how timid her husband had been about doing this one act she had always craved. Animal-lust sounds escaped from deep in her throat as his tongue plunged in to sweep away the flood of her orgasm from the walls of her sex.

Between the orgasm and the thrills Allen continued to deliver to her body, Karen's mind was in chaos. There was a tongue entering her tender flesh that surpassed even Pat's ferocious tongue. It was thick and filling, throbbing and jerking violently. She was bucking harder and faster, lifting herself off the bed to capture all of it… and she knew she could finally accept making love to a man… even if it meant thinking about Pat while she was doing it…