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

CHAPTER TWO

She was tired of telling him to leave her alone – didn't he understand? The message was there in the shapeless, sexless, flannel gown she wore to bed instead of the thin, filmy garments she might have assumed.

"Oh, baby, come here," he pleaded, dragging the small blonde woman into his arms. His hands pushed the long, matronly looking gown up from the delicate ankles, over the shapely calves, past the full, creamy thighs. "Don't say no this time," ho whispered urgently.

What good would it do? she wondered bitterly, not moving, making her husband work to get the gown over the plump buttocks. Her flesh turned to ice wherever his fingers touched her.

"Oooh, baby," his large dry palms cupped themselves over the firm, hard-nippled breasts. Even after four years, their size didn't cease to amaze him. "Beautiful…"

Fear sent chills down her spine and caused the small pink tips of her large breasts to harden even more. She wondered if her husband could possibly believe that it was passion that distended her nipples. The thought made her wait to laugh, but she couldn't, not with him grabbing her legs as he was doing. She knew just what would come. He never altered his routine in any way. Each attempt at lovemaking was a duplicate of the last. It was a recurring nightmare – without the reality of awakening to minimize its ugliness. If it has to happen, the young woman pleaded silently, at least make it different this time!

His breathing was coming faster, as it always did when he began. He loved this sensation of her loveliness and warmth. He was unaware of uncertainty, his awkwardness – even his own lack of experience. Nothing mattered but the moment, and the moment was his!

This act, she thought achingly, this wonderful act which was supposed to mean so much! Would she never get used to it? Where was the pleasure? All she ever felt was pain, searing, degrading pain. Suddenly it was too much. She tried to control herself, but decided that it was much easier to just let it happen. Her resistance would only bring his resentment the next day. But even this awareness was not enough to make her lie still. Gritting her sharp, white teeth, the girl shoved at the flushed face, the lean driving hips. As many times as this had happened before, it always caught him off guard. Her strength was no match for his, but her determination and pain made her invincible.

"No! God damn it, no!" He fought against the pressure of her hands drunkenly. "Not again!" He reached out for the slim legs, but it was too late. They were clamped together. He rolled off her, wanting to kill her, wanting to clamp her to the bed and at last get all he could take of her lovely frigid flesh. But he couldn't stand for her to know how badly it hurt, this denial of her love.

They lay next to each other in silence, knowing that neither had the strength to rip at the other. Yet, there would be time for that tomorrow. There was always time for that… Hate rather than love, frustration rather than peace, coldness rather than warmth, those were now the emotions that bound them together, and they had never felt further apart.