Returning to Sex

Prenote: I know, it was bad of me to just put in that one chapter. Like word-play before fore-play...without the fore-play right away. O.o I\'ll shut up and let you read.


She gulped a few times. There was no way she could keep him out of the apartment, not with the twins bawling on each arm. She had to be cool, calm, suave… “Go fuck off, I have to put the babies back to sleep.” Leese tried to intimidate him with her worse, newly adopted mother-from-hell glare, but he didn’t back off.
“I’ll just have a seat while you’re busy. There’s actually something I’d like to talk to you about.”
“Can’t today, selective hearing kicking my ass. Side affect of childbirth.”
“Then I’ll repeat myself however many times I have to.”
“I’ll scream murder.”
“I’ll sue for custody.”
She huffed and backed away into the nursery. He’d won that short little battle. But only because Sol was starting to tug viciously at her hair. It took a good half hour to calm the twins. When she stalked into the living room she was surprised to find Chris wasn’t sitting on the couch with a cocky grin. He was up examining the baby photos of the twins she’d hung up all over the walls. “You’ll probably find Tori at her hotel room. She took up at the Four Seasons.”
“Are they mine?” He asked quietly.
She could detect a note of steel in his voice. If she wasn’t careful, this man could get enraged. She had to protect her babies at all cost. “They’re mine actually. Is that all you were wondering? Thanks for dropping by, you’ve been a pain in the ass.” She’d managed to come up behind him and grab one of his arms, twisting it behind his back and jerking it up uncomfortably as she scooted him towards the door.
It was a self-defense maneuver she’d learned in her third month after giving birth. Chris couldn’t make a move with his right arm without the risk that she’d break his left. “I deserve to know, Leese.”
She shoved him out into the hall so that he tripped and landed sprawled on his belly. “I told you, they’re mine. Now I deserve some rest. Bother me again and I’ll call the police.”
She closed the door quickly but quietly, in difference to the twins. This time she double bolted the locks and slid the three chains into place. It was time for that bath, but first she went by to check on the twins. They slept soundly, Sol slept on his stomach while Patrick lazily sucked on his thumb. Already they had their own personalities. Sol was the one least inclined to pay attention to anything unless Patrick deamed it screech-worthy, and Patrick never slept without spending an hour listening to every sound. She gently removed Patrick’s thumb and replace wit with a light green pacifier. Stroking Sol’s baby-fine hair lovingly, she sighed in contentment. “My babies,” she whispered under her breath with centuries of motherhood flowing through her veins. “Mommy will always take care of you.”

“Hey Carlos, sorry I’m late, baby.” Tori gave her latest playmate a steaming kiss by the fountain. Lots onguengue and sass. “My place. Now,” she growled huskily, and pulled the tanned model towards her black Mercedes.
They reached her hotel room in record time. She’d rented the place just last week when she moved out of the house.
“You’re an eager puss today.” He nuzzled her neck provocatively, darting his tongue out to lick her soft flesh.
“You’re such a tease Carlos.” Tori managed to unlock her door and slide his head between her breasts. “I’m gonna demand a great fuck from you now.”
Carlos stopped licking the valley between her breasts and growled. Savagely, he tore the dress off her and ripped through her neon green thong.
All the while Tori giggled like a school girl seeing her first dick. “Insatiable beast,” she hissed as he pushed her belly against the back of the nearest couch. Quickly, she heard him unzip his jeans and in a few moments felt his large cock push into her. But he wasn’t entering her hot pussy. No, he was pushing himself into her tight ass.
He had her at an advantage, pinned against the couch; her nipples were pressed hard against the back of the upholstery as he pounded into her ass from behind.
Tori hissed in pain and pleasure. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me rough.”
She reached between her thighs and rubbed her clit, groaning in pleasure.
His skin slapped against her flesh with each pump, rocking the couch forward inch by inch.
The door slammed shut and Carlos disappeared. Dizzy with the mad haze of passion, she spun around to see Chris shove an indignant Carlos into her bathroom.
“We need to talk,” He growled.
“Don’t even pretend to be the jealous husband. You stopped fucking me a long time ago.” She spat out. He’d ruined the moment for her, and she’d been so close to coming.
Chris could feel the rage bubbling up inside him. Yes, he’d lost interest in Tori, but how was he to help it? Every morning after for a whole year she’d made jokes, comparing him with all her former bed partners and the dozen men who’d signed contracts with her. It beat down his desire to have sex with her, and in the end he’d discovered that all they really had between them was a fond childhood dream. Keeping the note of cynicism out of his voice, he spoke decisively. “Divorce me.”
“When.”
“Now.”
“I’m busy.”
“Tomorrow.”
“I’ll call Vivian.”
“I’ll get Charles.”
“Settlement?”
“Take what’s yours.”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
“I consider us done.” With that, she turned him out into the hallway and slammed the door in his face with great dignity--as much as a five-foot naked red-head with a sixty-inch bust could muster.
“Should I go?” Carlos asked lazily from the bathroom doorway.
Turning back to her lover she purred seductively. “Not yet. You’re gonna fuck my cunt this time.”