Frank reached for her, without giving her a moment to prepare herself. He used his hands to pull apart her butt cheeks so that he could better reach her soft throbbing core. She had just closed her eyes when she felt him push himself in.
This time it felt different. Almost like Frank was angry about something. He had mentioned jealousy to her. Was he fucking her like this because he was jealous of Calvin?
Veronica couldn’t think about it for too long, because Frank’s forceful thrusts had taken over her body. She felt tight where he continued to slide in and out of her, slowly stroking her in that spot which she knew only he could reach. His cock felt bigger, fiercer than usual as he continued to push in and pull out.
He was gripping both her shoulders. She could feel the strain of his fingers on her skin. Veronica started feeling dizzy with pleasure. She wasn’t going to be able to control her orgasm any more. She had reached the point where she didn’t even want to warn him.
She just came.
It felt like an explosion as her body shook against his. She was in a dream-like state as she sensed that he was releasing himself as well. She felt the warm seed from inside him, shoot into her and Veronica gasped. Having him inside her, deep inside her like that…was the most comforting feeling in the world. It made her believe that she didn’t have anything to worry about…
Veronica could feel her eyes begin to droop. She knew she was exhausted, mentally and physically both…but she had never passed out from an orgasm before. She tried to force her eyes to open as she felt him slide out of her.
“I’m so tired, Frank,” she managed to mumble and then she felt his
strong rugged arms encircle her waist. She started to snuggle into his arms, resting her face on his chest as she sensed him lifting her off the desk.
“Don’t worry, just go to sleep. I’ll take you to bed,” she heard him say. The sound of his beating heart against her ears was like a soothing lullaby to her. She could sense that she was being carried, a silk robe had been lightly draped over her.
Veronica couldn’t open her eyes. It was like her mind had completely shut down from the experience of the night. Frank was carrying her upstairs…he was tucking her into the bed…his lips were on her cheek and then she was completely asleep. Her body and her mind had given up for the night.
When Veronica woke up the next day, she was surprised to find that the other side of her bed was empty. When she spread her fingers over that side of the sheet, it was cold. She thought she had sensed Frank sleeping beside her at night, but now she wondered if she was mistaken. He might have just tucked her into bed and then gone to sleep in his own room…but why would he do that?
Veronica sat up in bed and stretched her arms, enjoying the warmth of the sun pouring in through the windows. For a few minutes she forgot that she had things to worry about. But soon enough, she remembered the previous night all too clearly. Calvin had proposed to her, she came rushing back to the Davenport mansion and then slept with Frank.
Veronica pressed her temples with her thumbs, trying to stop the dull ache that was arising. How had she let that happen? How had she allowed herself to fall into Frank’s arms so soon after Calvin proposed? She had made up her mind to spend the night by herself, thinking over things. All her resolve had melted away the moment she set eyes on Frank.
She shook her head, trying to get the raging thoughts in her head to settle. She could still hear Calvin’s voice ringing in her ears. He had told her that her place was in his house, on his bed and that he wanted to wake up every morning with her by his side. She gulped as she thought about that. They had spent so many years together. They had a strong history, their lives were wound up together…he certainly had a point when he said that her place was in his home.
Then she also remembered that he had pointed out how that was what her parents would want. He was right about that too, wasn’t he? More than anything else, that was what her parents were most happy with about her. That she had a handsome successful boyfriend, and they had high hopes that one day they would get married and live in a big comfortable house and start a family.
She didn’t even want to imagine what her parents would say if they found out about Frank. They definitely wouldn’t be thrilled. The prospect of being with an older man, who already has two children would not be something that they wanted for their daughter. Especially her father. No matter how successful or rich Frank was, they would always assume that Frank was with her only for her body and her young age.
Besides, Veronica didn’t even know for certain if he wanted to marry again. What if Frank was done with marriage and never asked her for her hand? She wasn’t sure if she wanted to spend the rest of her life just as somebody’s girlfriend. Despite how much she loved the girls, Ashley and Kaitlyn, she also still wanted her own children. What if Frank didn’t want any more kids?
Veronica slid her legs off the bed and stood up, swaying a little on her feet. She could still feel the sensitive spot between her thighs throbbing, where Frank had driven into her with much force the previous night. At least, that wasn’t a dream, she thought and smiled.
Then the guilt came flooding in, all over again. Calvin had truly changed his ways. He had taken all her complaints and tried to make a positive change in his life and a positive change in their relationship. And how had she rewarded him? By cheating on him, and avoiding seeing him as much as possible.
Veronica stepped into the bathroom and splashed some hot water on her face and began brushing her teeth. Despite all the thoughts in her head, she still had a day to get on with. She realized that she had overslept, so she wouldn’t have the time to go for a run this morning. She still had a breakfast to prepare nonetheless, and get the girls up and ready for school.
She stared at herself in the mirror for some moments longer than necessary. She still hadn’t come to a final decision about what she was going to do, but she knew, deep in her heart that she was leaning towards Calvin. Towards giving him another chance, towards saying yes. Frank had said that he would respect whatever decision she made…but every time she thought of Frank, about ending it with him, she felt her heart break a little. What would her life look like without him in it? For the past four weeks, her life had revolved entirely around him, his home and his children. She was happy here, she wanted for nothing.
She knew she was falling in love with Frank too, it had transcended sex. It wasn’t just lust any more, it was more than that. Like he said, they connected on an emotional level. The sex the previous night for instance, blew her mind…but saying yes to Calvin was the right thing to do. The right way forward.
Marrying Calvin would give her the stability in life she needed, and also keep her parents happy. It was the right decision for the future of her life. Perhaps in the long run, she would be happier if she spent her life with Calvin…and perhaps Frank could not give her more than what he was already giving her.
Veronica took a quick shower, changed into a pair of tight slim jeans that accentuated all her curves, and a floral blouse; before stepping out of her room to go downstairs and prepare breakfast. The grandfather clock on the landing told her that it was time for Frank to come back from his run. Which meant that it might give them an opportunity to talk in private before the girls woke up.
Veronica was flipping pancakes when she saw Frank enter the kitchen through the pool doors as usual. She jerked her head up to look at him and noticed how good he looked. The t-shirt he had worn for his run was sticking to his body, she could see the sweat trickling down the sides of his face. His hair looked damp and his eyes were bright and narrowed.
“Morning,” she said cheerily, recognizing how he made her feel just by entering a room. She was still stressed over all the thoughts in her head, and the big decision she needed to make, but she was sure that she would feel better once she spoke to Frank.
He grunted and turned to one of the cupboards to take a glass out. In silence, he filled it with tap water and turned away from her to drink it.
Veronica stared at the back of his head blankly. She couldn’t understand what was going on. He was usually happy and cheerful after a run, and on other days she would have been in his arms by now, embracing in a tight hug.
“Pancakes?” she forced herself to ask, which made him turn sideways a little, only to look at her over his shoulder.