Taking Adeline

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It was raining hard when she pulled up in her driveway. Lightning crashed around her, followed almost immediately by a bone-shaking peal of thunder. Head hanging, Adeline stepped from her 1974 beetle, and walked slowly up the flooded sidewalk to her front door. All she could think about was sitting down with a hot cup of coffee, curling up with a blanket and sleeping. In disgust she jammed her key in the lock, turned it to the left, and let herself inside. Behind her she slammed the door a little harder than she meant to.

In her mind’s eye she could see her publisher, Adam Goodwicz, staring at her over his desk. His face was dead calm, but somewhere beneath the folds of flesh she could sense that a smile was surely lurking; he smiled only when he was about to crush somebody. Underneath the place where two eyebrows should have been but were conspicuously absent, two mean pinpricks that were his eyes shone with a something between sadism and a deep set content for all women. In his strangely feminine hands he held her collection of poems and short stories.

“What is this, Adeline?” he asked in his hoarse smoker’s voice. She kept her mouth shut, knowing no reply was necessary. He continued, nodding to her manuscript. “This isn’t something we want our name on. No one is interested in one woman’s petty pleas for attention. They want romance, adventure, homicide, not attempted suicide, date rape or” here he consulted the table of contents “a heroin addicted teenage mother selling her baby’s body for a hit.” Adam shook his head, skin flaps jiggling. “It’s disgusting, Adeline.” He turned to the paper shredder beside him, pressing the red button signaling ‘OFF’ as he did so. It flashed green, reflecting in his black eyes.

“It’s something people can identify with,” Adeline retorted, feeling the fury rising in her chest. It had taken her nearly a year to put that together! “The wants of society are changing – the newer generations want something they can take in retrospect to their lives. They’re full of angst, dealing daily with drug addiction and sex!” The man across the shiny mahogany desk didn’t spare her a glance as he ripped page after page and put it in the shredder.

“You’re not part of ‘the newer generation’,” he said. “How would you know what they want, or think they want?” He grinned broadly as the last page came out in tatters; Adeline was sure it was bleeding. He handed her the title page. “Come back here when you have something worth publishing, not that bullshit.”

“I’ll take it to another publisher,” she responded, but she knew she was defeated. He’d killed her creation, her love child.

“And we’ll sue you for breach of contract.” Adam waved his hand towards the door, his thrill of destroying her already fading away. “Six months, Adeline, and it better be something I’m not ashamed of.” Standing, she was at the door before he spoke again. “Happy 31st birthday,” he said mockingly. She left his office, raging silently against the world.

“Hola Adie!” Jack popped his head out of the living room. He couldn’t see her face from beneath her dripping hair. He wore a towel around his neck to catch the water streaming from his hair, and his robe tied loosely around his narrow waist. “How’d the meeting with Adam go?” She snorted air threw her nose.

“He hated it.” She held up the remnants of her manuscript, tears of frustration brimming in her steel blue eyes. “Said it was bullshit. What a prick.” Dropping her coat on the floor, Adeline walked stiffly past her husband into the kitchen, back rigid, hands clenching. He followed close behind her.

“Why don’t you take it to another publisher then?” he asked, getting two cups from the cabinets and filling them with steaming hot coffee. She combed her hair back from her face; she graciously accepted the hot brown blood of the gods from his outstretched hand.

“For another two years I’m under contract to use them and only them,” she scoffed, “or they can sue me for breach of contract.” Adeline stood at the sink and stared out the window. Rain continued to lash against the glass, reflecting her mood. Jack stared at her over the rim of his mug, hiding his smile. She was so beautiful; every time the lightning flashed outside it illuminated her features, taking his breath. He had a sudden idea, and stood up.

Coming up behind her, he wrapped one arm loosely around Adeline’s waist, the other around her shoulder. He pressed his body tightly against hers, and started placing light kisses along her neck. As he kissed and massaged her shoulder, he could feel the tension slowly leaving her, and she relaxed against him. He nibbled on the shell of her ear. In his arms his wife gave a breathy sigh.

“Mi amor,” he whispered, rolling his tongue and blowing on her ear. She rubbed her palms along his arms, raising the hairs in gooseflesh. Jack smiled. “Mi amor, mi corazón. You work too hard; let me take care of you now.” She turned around in his arms, tucking her hands inside his robe, tracing her fingertips down his sides and chest. Eagerly, she met him with her mouth, her tongue drawing along his lower lip. He tangled one of his hands in her hair, holding her head tenderly as they kissed. Her roving fingers were making his cock harden; he pressed it fully against her thigh, letting his intentions known. He felt her smirk.

“Is that what you want?” she asked, and he nodded. Adeline chuckled. “Where are we going?” Vaguely she heard his reply of ‘bedroom’, before he was pushing her gently towards the stairs. Behind her on the stairs Jack nipped at her rear end, making quiet noises in the back of his throat. She giggled her earlier mood lifting.

Their bedroom was situated at the top of the landing, in the center of the house. Adeline opened the white paneled door. Beethoven’s Moonlight Sonata played from the speakers flanking their headboard, reverberating through her chest. Jack shut the door quietly behind them, watching her. She turned to smile at him, and his heart melted. Untying his robe and letting it fall to the floor, he kissed her neck fiercely, sucking on her skin, leaving a trail of red marks from her jaw line to the collar of her blouse. He helped her slip it off, walking her backwards slowly towards their king size bed. The comforter was already pulled down, the satin sheets fresh and clean. Dozens of pillows littered the head of the bed, and peach roses in black vases sat on both nightstands beside the speakers.

As his wife lay back on the bed, running her hands over the smooth sheets, Jack wetly kissed down her sternum, pushing her skirt up to her waist with his hands. Gently he tugged at the skin around her navel with his teeth, dipping his tongue inside her belly button and swirling it around. Adeline sighed softly. He moved down to her panties (black booty shorts), and pressed his tongue firmly against her, licking her through her underwear. She mmm’d and ah’d, massaging her breasts. Jack nibbled on the inside of her thighs, keeping one hand firmly against her crotch, making her writhe and pant.

“Mmmm, baby,” she whispered hotly. Jack grinned, slipping her panties down her legs and dropping them beside the bed. His cock stiffened at the sight of her bald dripping pussy, her clit engorged and ready for his tongue. He shuddered, flicked out his tongue and licked her greasy slit. “Oh Goooood,” Adeline moaned loudly. With long strokes, and a steadily pumping finger, he finger-fucked his wife to the brink of climax. She twisted and rocked her hips against his face and hand, working one hand to massage his scalp and the other to pinch her nipples. He moved his mouth away, smoothing his hand up her body. Eyes electric blue with arousal, Adeline watched him.

“On your knees, baby,” he bit out, one hand squeezing his weeping hard-on. Breathing heavily and noisily, she did as she was told, laying her upper body on the bed and hiking her ass in the air, presenting herself to him. Biting the skin of her rump gently, Jack settled himself behind her, the head of his cock brushing against her opening. She looked back at him, running her tongue along her lips. Gripping her hips, he thrust himself inside her roughly to the hilt.

“Oh, Jack,” Adeline groaned low in her throat. He leaned his body against hers, pressing his chest down on her back pressing her towards the mattress. He wrapped one arm around her waist pulling her ass tight against his groin, thrusting deep and hard into her hot cunt. With his other hand he intertwined his fingers with hers, kissing along her shoulder. As she drew closer to orgasm, his wife’s moans became louder and higher pitched, her breathing harder. She pressed back against him, squeezing her muscles around his cock each time he pulled back, keeping only the head of his dick inside her. He groaned.

“Oh God, Adeline,” Jack cried out as she came. He slammed into her pulsing body harder, the sound of their skin slapping against each other drowned out by her cries of pleasure. On the verge of cuming, he slipped one finger down to her throbbing clit and worked it back and forth rapidly. She hissed loudly through her teeth. He spent himself inside her, panting her name over and over. He collapsed on top of her with a thud; she could feel his heart pounding against her back. She smiled, eyes sliding shut. He kissed the base of her neck.

“Happy birthday, Adeline,” Jack whispered into her hair. He waited for some sort of response, but received none. Maneuvering his head around, a wide smile crossed his face; Adeline had already drifted off into sleep. Tucking his body close to hers, he draped a leg over hers and closed his eyes, ready to follow her wherever her dreams took her.