Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 13

Bethany

POV

The meal was so tasty; I loved being part of trying out new foods. I had no idea restaurants would do that sort of thing. The company was excellent, and Theo was perfect, giving me all his attention and making me feel special. I felt a little nervous as we headed home; it was still early, and I did not feel like I was alone at the moment, having my thoughts fill my head again.

I jumped at the opportunity to prolong my trip to my penthouse when Theo offered coffee. His view was beautiful, just like he said it was. Seeing the city from his point of view made me wish I was in this one, not mine, but both sides have their merits. I liked both. Suddenly, I needed the bathroom. I should not be shocked at this; I ate more food today than I had in months. I headed to the bathroom and wondered what his bedroom looked like. I pushed open his door and entered the room. Looking around, I went to his window and looked out at the view he had. It was a nice view. My bladder reminded me it wanted to be empty, so I used his bathroom. The pungent smell of his aftershave hit me as I sat down and voided my bladder.

I washed my hands, and my mobile dinged. Looking down, I opened the message and had to sit back down on the toilet seat. It was from my Dad, and it was a photo of the family having dinner, Bret sitting next to my twin, and they looked cozy. Dad's caption was, he is a bastard, it is good you have left, your sister is expecting. That news made me lose it, and tears flowed unwillingly. It was another stab at me, as Bret did not want children yet. That was his excuse for keeping me on the pill. I responded to Dad's message. I was a little sad, but not much I could do about it.

Washing my face and leaving the bathroom. I looked up and saw Theo leaning on the door, and tears ran down my cheeks. This was embarrassing. I wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep, but I did not want to be rude to Theo, my only friend there at the moment.

What surprised me was Theo. I walked to him, rested my head on his chest, and he engulfed me with his strong, warm arms. When the tears finished, he offered me the coffee again, but when I looked up into his eyes, I rose and gave him a soft kiss on his lips. I had not intended to do this, but I needed comfort, and he was in front of me, all kind and strong, and had such a loving, kind face. I somehow ended up sitting on his bed, not willing to leave the room.

Theo took over the kisses, and his tongue licked my lips as a way of asking permission to enter. I obliged but sent my tongue into his mouth, and then he entered mine, and we were playing a tongue dance. A feeling of need grew, and I wanted him. I did not want to think about what I was about to do; I just had a strong desire to be wanted and loved, and Theo did not seem to mind.

I pulled his shirt off of him, and then kissed his chest, and ran my hands over his abs, heading down to undo his pants, but he put his hand on mine to stop me.

'Are you sure?' He was being so kind, most likely knowing he was in a pitiful moment.

'I need to be loved. Please,' I begged. He climbed off the bed and removed his pants, and boy, he was larger than I expected and so ready to take me. He pulled my pants off and removed my clothes gently and carefully, taking his time so that I could change my mind, but I was not going to do that. He put on a condom and looked up at me, and questions were still on his face.

He climbed back onto the bed and lay beside me, kissing me, his hand snaking down my belly until he found my juncture.

'So wet already!' he said when his fingers found my opening, and he pushed my legs further apart. I groaned as his fingers played with my folds, flicking my nub. I started to squirm under him, and he took that as a signal that I was ready for him. He removed his hand, and I felt his tip rub up and down the moisture that had gathered down there. When he was coated with my juices, he lined his end and thrust into me. I arched my back as a small moment of pain filled me and then ebbed away as he filled me so completely. I had never had anyone other than my husband before, and Theo was way bigger than him, and he knew what my body needed better than I did. He started with slow thrusts, as if he was enjoying pulling till he was almost out of me, and then thrust back in with a hard, deep thrust.

My body reacted to his thrusts, my hips lifting to meet his, my need growing. I groaned as he thrust in again, and he started to pick up the pace as I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his torso. This helped deepen his thrusts, and I screamed out his name when my c****x hit. It was long and hard, my body throbbing with ecstasy as he picked up the speed even more. Sweat started to glisten on his chest, and his breathing labored. To my surprise, I rose higher than before and soon was having another c****x. I had never had two like this before. As I screamed the second time, Theo roared out his explosion, and I felt him throb his release as he filled the condom; he continued to thrust inside of me at a slower pace until he stopped and rolled off of me, taking me with him and snuggling up beside him. His arms wrapped around my shoulders, pulling me to him.

I felt safe that nothing in the world could get me while I was there in his bed. I am not sure how long I lay there, feeling my body thrum with what we had done.

Did I feel bad about it?

No.

Would I regret it tomorrow?

I'm still determining. I will worry about it tomorrow.

Will he regret it?

I'll be sure to replace out later. It is the latter worry, and I have to wait and replace out. Either way, at the moment, I got what I needed and was content to lie there and enjoy myself. I will worry about tomorrow, tomorrow. Somewhere between my active mind and the circle of questions, I fell asleep, warm and content. It had been so long since I felt like this, so peaceful, complete, and needed, the most satisfied I have felt in a very long time.