With a hand on
Evan’s shocked face, I reached in and pressed my lips against his. He was
shaking, like he was trapped. When our lips touched, he became still. Once
again, it was as if there were two worlds: the one in which we were Evan and
Min, and the one in which Evan and I were sexless old acquaintances. There
wasn’t time now to wonder how or why.
Unable to cut the Min side out, I just wanted to savour not being Chris
the Reliable, Chris the Predictable, Chris the Wife.
I could feel it.
The incredible heat between Min and Evan was something exciting I had never
experienced in my own sex life. Sure, when Arron and I first got together, he
took me to new places. Sex with him in the early days was mind-blowing, but
this was an upgrade, no question. No wonder Evan had given up trying to match
the experience in the years since she left him.
He broke from
increasingly urgent kisses to whispers. “Why did you leave, Min? God, I love
you. You will always be the love of my life.” After every line he returned to
my mouth, unable to keep from the “sweet communion of a kiss,” as Judee Sill
memorably described it.
that we kiss and eat with our mouth, isn’t it? It means that you can say things
like, “we devoured each other.” It makes perfect sense - I understood that now.
We were devouring each other. Our arms pulled each other tighter. We were both
slim. Only my swelling breasts separated us. Our hands strayed across each
other’s backs, giving our arms the support they needed to pull-in a fraction
closer. The kisses, the sighs and the whispered phrases of loss from Evan,
seemed to go on, deliriously, forever. Yet, my body needed more. Min may have
been driving this, but Chris also had to know - I knew I could not carry on
without feeling what Min and Evan had felt together.
It was me who
lowered my hands first, to squeeze Evan’s arse. His soon followed suit and his
hands pushed flat against my back and dove behind my jeans, under my panties.
He tease-bit my lip, upping the ante. I groaned as, for the first time in 15
years, a man who wasn’t my husband, touched my aroused, naked flesh. And boy,
was it aroused.
the material, Evan could do no more than feel and knead my cheeks, but my pussy
throbbed at the thought of what I hoped was to come. Unable to wait, I brought
my hands to the front, unlatching the clasp of his trousers, pulling the zip
down an inch or two. There was just enough room to slip my right hand into the
top of his boxers.
About the Author:
Like the hero of the Samaritan series, Serafina Silk has been a highly successful reporter and journalist, working both local and national newsrooms in America and the UK.
Like Chris, Serafina has two children and is happily married.
Also like Chris, she has interviewed many celebrities.
Cursed is her first novella – Book 1 of the ongoing Samaritan series.