DivineWeekend by Francesca St. Claire Read Free Book Online

come.”
    “Isn’t that the idea?”
    Sure was, but he didn’t want to come just yet. “Yes. In a
minute,” he groaned as he pulled nearly out, teasing her nerve endings.
    She raised her hips, and closing her fingers on his arms,
she took more of him. “Ben!”
    He couldn’t deny anymore what they both desperately wanted.
He chortled and slid back in. “Better?”
    “Harder,” she begged, her breath heightening. “Please.”
    The sight of her beautiful face so close to another orgasm,
her pale skin all flushed and warm, quivering with the strength of her need,
was too hard to resist. He thrust harder, sinking all the way to the hilt. She
whimpered and pressed closer against him, her hands now clutching his ass, and
he felt himself swelling as he had never done before. “Fuck!”
    “Yes. Oh God, yes.” She sobbed as he pumped harder, faster,
tension building to levels he didn’t think he could sustain.
    His vision began to blur just as he lost control. A low
groan escaped his lips as cum exploded in jerky spurts while he hung motionless
above her. A couple more thrusts, a moan and a groan and he came, shuddering
and hissing ’til the last drop was wrung out of him.

Chapter Three
    Eight weeks later…
     
    Summer was over—the patio furniture had been put away and
barbecue dinners replaced by pizzas in front of a fire. Autumn had moved right
in and with it the wintry weather. Reasonably warm in black tights and a light-gray
thermo, a beanie and gloves, Julia threw a suspicious glance at the dark
clouds. It wouldn’t be long before it began pouring.
    “Come on, Fred,” she urged, running faster just as the first
drops of rain hit her face.
    The brief assessment of the weather had convinced her that
if she was to stay dry she’d better go to Ben’s. His house was just around the
corner and she happened to have the key he’d given her to check his mail, and
air out the place while he was away in L.A. on business.
    It had only been three days since he’d left but she missed
him already. The last eight weeks had been a dream. After their first night
together many others had followed, and before she knew it they were practically
living together. Julia smiled, recalling his determination to remain single
when they’d first met. He’d fought the attraction but had been helpless against
her allure, wit and beauty, he’d admitted one morning after they’d made love.
She was so in love with him she didn’t think she could love him any more, but
she did when he opened up and showed his vulnerability.
    Ben had a body that turned her on like no one ever had, and
he was soooo good in bed, but it was his quick mind that fascinated her
most. They quibbled over ideas and opinions—mostly about the play—but she
admired him immensely and had complete trust in him. She sighed and picked up
the pace.
    Having arrived at Ben’s, she made a quick run to the back
porch located just behind the kitchen. She waited for Fred to shake himself off
before entering the house and deactivating the alarm. She’d been there barely a
minute when the phone started to ring. The electric jolt of desire at the sound
of Ben’s deep voice on the tape shook her to the core. Even from a distance of
three thousand miles he still had the power to seduce her. She shook her head,
amused, and reached for a glass in the cupboard.
    “Ben, where are you? You said you’d be here yesterday and I
haven’t heard from you. Your cell phone is turned off and your agent won’t take
my calls!” the female voice whined. “Honey, we must talk,” she said, her tone
becoming intimate. “Ben, we can’t throw away ten years of marriage, you know I
still love you.” A deep sigh. “Call me.”
    At the sound of the beep Julia snapped out of her frozen
trance, her heart shattering as her hopes and dreams for a future with Ben
began to collapse.
    Ben was married. Ben had been married for ten years. Ten
years! And for two months she had been clueless. How