Eliza was lying on the lounge chair on the roof. Rafe had taken her for the weekend to a very extravagant hotel, where only they had access to this part of the roof. She was naked, covered in sunscreen and catching all of the rays she could. He idly rubbed her backside and more than sexual, it was terribly calming.
His finger slipped between her cheeks, and he caressed her puckered hole there.
That was when it became more sexual, and she turned onto her back to look up at him. He could not keep his hands off of her, and started to play with her breasts.
Since the last car accident, she was still in rehab and still needed some pain medicine to relieve her of some more than dull aches at night.
And to relieve her of other things too…
She looked as much as she could at the sun, which was bright. Turning on her side, she picked up a wine glass that said La vie est belle—which was the name of this paradise that Rafe had taken her to.
Ingrid had suggested it, since she was on an away conference in Brussels. She knew that Eliza and Rafe had not had extended time together recently.
“I know what Rafe and I have, but I also know what you and he had. I don’t want him to feel torn. We both love him,” Ingrid told her over cocktails.
Eliza shivered when she thought that to herself. She did love Rafe, she loved him more than she was almost able to bear.
This was her new lifestyle, being Rafe’s second.
Wasn’t she always in a way?
But know she knew she was not the only lady in his life, and she was free to be with him or not.
She wanted to be free, she thought as she arched into him fully cupping her breasts and kissing her neck. He kissed her neck up to her mouth, and she felt molten between her legs. She not losing this part. He knew her body better than anyone. He noticed aberrations with it even before she did, and he loved like it was an art.
He let his robe fall apart. His body devastating in the sun, as he covered her.
“What do you want Liza?” he asked against her throat.
She laughed, as the sensation of his voice and breath tickled her collarbone.
She wanted the world.
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This is a really interesting twist, the place Eliza now takes in Rafe’s life…
Rebel xox
it has been, i was not expecting it—but i write off of the prompts!
Mmm . . . I’m loving the sound of that roof !!!
Xxx – K
oh my goodness, if the roof was real you would look GORGEOUS on it—even better than Eliza!!!
I really like what Ingrid said to Eliza. A very sweet and sexy story.
Aurora x
thank you Aurora, i keep getting emotional writing these these days!