SCENE: VIVIENNE & RICHARD(EX-HUSBAND)
Laughing softly, she strutted over to where he was and took a seat across from him, opening the box and indeed finding just half a box of pepperoni pizza. Digging generously to the piece remaining, she instantly moaned out softly when it touched her lips. Heaven. It tasted like that. From the corner of her eye, she watched him pour her a glass of wine
"Hmm, this is good and all but honestly, you really shouldn't have bothered Rich. Waking those poor pizza owners from their sleep just to make you a pizza simply because you're rich enough to afford a 3am service? So what pizza owner dead asleep did you have to go and wake up to sell you a pizza?"
"Doesn't matter. You deserved it all and more"
"Deserved?" She teased
"Deserve" he corrected with a smile
"You deserve it all. Besides, he owed me a favour. Vivienne, the red, is that not my shirt?"
"My shirt you mean? I bought them"
"For me. They were...they were five in number I remember. Out last anniversary. And after the divorce, I couldn't find any of them again"
"That's because I'm with all five. Put 'em to good use. Spent a fortune on this damned shirts so they gotta work their money no?" She asked cocking her head
"Vivienne... I'm honoured. You kept these. Doesn't that mean something to you? You kept a reminder of what we used to have"
"Richard don't get shits twisted in your head alright? I needed nightgowns I could properly move in. And these were there. More importantly, these were available. I mean you barely even wore them. Plus duh, I was still the person who bought them remember? That's like getting back the house you built personally and without your partner, after a divorce. Took what was mine. That's bloody all."
Finishing the last pizza and gulping down the remaining wine in the glass, she stood up and began busying herself with clearing
"you should go now Rich. I've done all you've asked me to. Brought you in, shared a bottle of wine, and now, I'm tired. Need to sleep all of this off. I mean it's already 4am and we both have pretty busy schedules tomorrow"
Conceedingly, he stood up, as if to leave, but in the brink of an eye, he was firmly trapping her against the concrete table and raining kisses down her neck
"Richard no!" She was shocked, bringing her hands up to push him away, but he was having none of that. He instead trapped her two hands with a firm grip from one of his own, behind her back, and pushed her unto the table, spreading her legs softly as he moved to step in between them
"Richard!..."
"Ever since you came back to the kitchen wearing this shirt, it had been driving me crazy, wondering if you were wearing panties underneath." He said huskily in her ear, as his hands slowly journeyed up her thighs.
She was breathing deeply and frustratingly now, powerless to stop the ascent of his fingers
"You said the sex between us wasn't so great before. I agree. But I need to show you just how much I've improved since our last time. How much I've gotten better. And I'm dead serious of us getting back together, even if it's just for sex"
"Richard I'm not so sure we can be that intimate again, after all those years"
His hands on her inner thighs stilled. It was just a hairs breath away from reaching its goal. She breathed a sigh of relief.
"So far, I'm your only, aren't I? When we got married, you were a virgin. After the divorce, you threw yourself heart, soul and spirit into your merchant agency and never gave relationship another thought. So I'm the one Viv. The only one who's tasted you there, the only one who's brought you to your highest peak before, the only one who's going to fuck you tonight"
Before she could process what he'd said, he touched her. No panties.
She moaned out forcefully
"Richard no"
"You tell me no, but your body tells me something else. You're wet Viv"
"I'm human that's what. You were expecting something different?" She bit out, rolling her eyes
"I expect this" he whispered thickly as his thumb roved over to roughly finger her clit, the same time he shoved two fingers inside her, curling them instantly till it hit her g-spot. Gotcha
"Ahh! Rich! Oh my...oh my gawd!" She trashed out, panting, breathing hard
"Yes Viv. My name. Only my name should be on those sweet lips. He kissed her roughly as his hands started moving very fast inside of her
Suddenly there was a knock on the kitchen door
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Author's Note
Voila! Sweethearts. Finally another chapter. Phew! Please don't forget to
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