Don’t you deserve to be with someone who wants to just be with you, whether it’s in the bedroom or on the streets?”
“I’m starting to think that,” Suzanne said slowly. “Tonight helped me to remember what a proper relationship is like, a real relationship based on more than just sex. Towards the end of my marriage that’s all it was as well, just sex and barely any other time spent together.”
“Sounds like you’re falling into an old pattern,” Brad said. “Sometimes it can be painful to break those patterns but we really need to if we want to grow as people.”
“That’s very insightful for a mechanic,” Suzanne said, a hint of teasing in her voice
“I watch a lot of Jeremy Kyle at work,” Brad admitted with a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “It helps pass the time when it’s slow.”
“Plus it’s entertaining,” Suzanne said, wagging her finger at him.
“That it is,” Brad said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “It’s incredibly entertaining.”
The next day found Suzanne pulling up outside the spa hotel, late in the afternoon. Brad had ended up staying over at her flat, sleeping on the sofa after they watched some of her Jeremy Kyle recordings. It was the most fun that she had had in ages and she had felt so comfortable in his company that she had taken off her makeup and changed into her pyjamas. Brad had even given her a foot rub as they sprawled on opposite ends of the sofa.
They had shared a kiss and eventually admitted that there was no real chemistry between them but that their enjoyment of each other’s company meant that they may well have made a good friend that night. Now, as Suzanne sat in her car checking her makeup, hair and clothes one last time she couldn’t help but marvel at the difference between the two men. She always felt as though she had to be flawlessly put together around Edward, as though anything less than perfect would not do.
As she climbed from her car and looked up at the imposing Victorian gothic architecture that made up the hotel she made up her mind. This would be Edward’s last chance. If there was no intimacy, no casual sharing like she had had the night before then things would be over between the two of them. It would hurt, Suzanne knew that, but she also knew now that she was worthy of something better, a relationship that was more fulfilling for both of them.
Her mind made up she headed to the room, double checking the number in the message from Edward. She knocked on the door and waited, ready to tell Edward exactly what she was thinking. The moment the door opened though the breath was knocked out of her. She had forgotten how handsome he was, how much she wanted him and she didn’t fight when he dragged her into the room and began to kiss her, pinning her against the wall.
The door clicked shut, helped by Edward’s heel and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his hands on her, moving so surely, so confidently. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to touch her to get the fires in her body stoked high.
Suzanne felt him tugging at her clothes, quickly undoing the buttons on her shirt and shoving it away from her shoulders and breasts. He ducked his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing it into a hard nub.
She groaned, throwing her head back and wrapping one slender leg around his waist, her heel digging into the buttocks that she so loved to sink her fingers into when he was thrusting inside her. She could feel him, all that coiled muscle and strength, the hard thick ridge of his dick pressing against her. She couldn’t wait and began tugging at the dressing gown that he must have slung on to answer the door. They began to slowly back away from the wall, their feet stumbling together.
All the time Edward was teasing her nipples with his tongue, switching from one to the other and Suzanne was running her hands all over his torso, feeling the muscle beneath her fingers. They fell
“I’m starting to think that,” Suzanne said slowly. “Tonight helped me to remember what a proper relationship is like, a real relationship based on more than just sex. Towards the end of my marriage that’s all it was as well, just sex and barely any other time spent together.”
“Sounds like you’re falling into an old pattern,” Brad said. “Sometimes it can be painful to break those patterns but we really need to if we want to grow as people.”
“That’s very insightful for a mechanic,” Suzanne said, a hint of teasing in her voice
“I watch a lot of Jeremy Kyle at work,” Brad admitted with a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “It helps pass the time when it’s slow.”
“Plus it’s entertaining,” Suzanne said, wagging her finger at him.
“That it is,” Brad said, putting an arm around her shoulders. “It’s incredibly entertaining.”
The next day found Suzanne pulling up outside the spa hotel, late in the afternoon. Brad had ended up staying over at her flat, sleeping on the sofa after they watched some of her Jeremy Kyle recordings. It was the most fun that she had had in ages and she had felt so comfortable in his company that she had taken off her makeup and changed into her pyjamas. Brad had even given her a foot rub as they sprawled on opposite ends of the sofa.
They had shared a kiss and eventually admitted that there was no real chemistry between them but that their enjoyment of each other’s company meant that they may well have made a good friend that night. Now, as Suzanne sat in her car checking her makeup, hair and clothes one last time she couldn’t help but marvel at the difference between the two men. She always felt as though she had to be flawlessly put together around Edward, as though anything less than perfect would not do.
As she climbed from her car and looked up at the imposing Victorian gothic architecture that made up the hotel she made up her mind. This would be Edward’s last chance. If there was no intimacy, no casual sharing like she had had the night before then things would be over between the two of them. It would hurt, Suzanne knew that, but she also knew now that she was worthy of something better, a relationship that was more fulfilling for both of them.
Her mind made up she headed to the room, double checking the number in the message from Edward. She knocked on the door and waited, ready to tell Edward exactly what she was thinking. The moment the door opened though the breath was knocked out of her. She had forgotten how handsome he was, how much she wanted him and she didn’t fight when he dragged her into the room and began to kiss her, pinning her against the wall.
The door clicked shut, helped by Edward’s heel and she wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his hands on her, moving so surely, so confidently. He knew exactly what to do, exactly how to touch her to get the fires in her body stoked high.
Suzanne felt him tugging at her clothes, quickly undoing the buttons on her shirt and shoving it away from her shoulders and breasts. He ducked his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his tongue teasing it into a hard nub.
She groaned, throwing her head back and wrapping one slender leg around his waist, her heel digging into the buttocks that she so loved to sink her fingers into when he was thrusting inside her. She could feel him, all that coiled muscle and strength, the hard thick ridge of his dick pressing against her. She couldn’t wait and began tugging at the dressing gown that he must have slung on to answer the door. They began to slowly back away from the wall, their feet stumbling together.
All the time Edward was teasing her nipples with his tongue, switching from one to the other and Suzanne was running her hands all over his torso, feeling the muscle beneath her fingers. They fell
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