DRAMA NOVEL ONLINE Chapter An Unwanted Lover
The time drew near. Torches were lit, and doors closed. After only half an hour, the rustle of skirts began, the covert trod of booted feet and whispering sounds of lovers filling the corridor. Creaking doors were the portent that a few grew impatient.
Sounds which were soon drowned out by the soft pleasurable pants of the woman with Raese.
Leslie parker was a pretty woman with curling light brown hair. Her eyes deep brown and intent as she blinked up at him. Full breasts and flat belly slick with sweat as he slid in and out of her.
Savoring the feel of her womanly warmth. Watching the slight bob of the mounds of flesh as he pleasured them both within her body.
Her long smooth legs lifted to curl around his hips drawing him in deeper. She reached up and raked her nails down his chest leaving small red streaks in their wake.
Ouch. She does like to mark her lovers. It was a trait he’d never appreciated in her.
She smoothed his red brown hair back from his brow and followed it to where it just curled at the back of his neck. Arcing up in her climax she moaned prettily and her body shuddered.
Only a few more minutes and he let himself peak as well. Dropping to the side of her as he rolled away. His hand falling across his abdomen and the other tucking into his pillow.
Unwilling to touch her anymore this moment.
Leslie was fair enough and sweet, or played at it well, but the relationship was hollow. In truth, Raese couldn’t even remember what had drawn him to her to begin with.
I hardly remember even meeting her.
Leslie’s warm body nestled against his.
He immediately noticed she was sticky with sweat. And it seemed overly hot in this room as it was. She’s too close.
But the truth was simpler than that and he knew it. I just want her to go.
He always did as soon as they’d finished making love.
She leaned over his shoulder, her hair sliding across his back as she lightly caressed his face with her palm. Somehow, the touch seemed awkward and rehearsed. He inadvertently turned his face away.
I wish she’d go.
Her lilting voice was soft near his ear. “Ray Ray, you know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you happy...If you’d but let me. Let me in, let me close to you. You know how much I-”
Don’t say that.
“Leslie, I think it’s time for you to go, it’ll be daylight soon.” His voice was sharper than he’d intended it.
I don’t want to hear it.
He heard her draw a heavy breath and felt the hand leaving his hair shake slightly before she rose, drawing her wrap about her. Soon, he heard the door creaking closed.
She’s gone. He slumped to the linens in relief. It’s more of a strain then a pleasure to be with her.
He felt the sharp bite of his conscience. Leslie isn’t a bad woman.
If I refuse to love her, shouldn’t someone else get the chance?