Divorced! Now what?

Chapter 25

Theo POV



My first booty call, and it felt fantastic. Bethany is so responsive; she took everything I threw at her, and her groans and squeaking noises made me hard again, and I wanted to hear those noises again. 

'No, not again, not yet. I need rest; you have worn me out.' Bethany grumbled when I pressed my growing erection against her butt. I hear her refusal, but her body responds anyway, and she wiggles her butt against me, and her groan turns to one of want and not a no. However, she had said no. I would not push it, no matter how much she reacts to me, that is, unless she verbally changes her mind.

Letting her go, I backed away and rolled over to climb out of bed.

'Where are you going?' she murmured huskily, sleep still trying to hold on to her.

'Bathroom.' I did not wait to hear what she said next; I had to get in a cold shower fast. What this woman is doing to me is hard to believe. I have never been this way. Mind you, in my younger days, when I was more actively bedding a woman, most of my one-night stands were all over me wanting more, and that is a turn-off. I like to be the one doing the chasing. Often, I have woken up to a woman trying to take my morning hardness and turn it into something more than a need to go to the bathroom. 

The cold shower did little to stop the thoughts of that woman in bed, how well my body responded to her moan, and her body responded and took my rough side as well as the gentle moments. I had woken twice during the night and took her again, and not once pushed me away. 

The door to the shower opened, and Bethany joined me in the shower. She looked so cute, hair all over the place, yawning as she tried to shake the sleep away.

'Hey, that is cold!' She screeched; I guess she was awake now as she tried to back away from the cold water. These showers are enormous, so it was not hard for her to move away.

I chuckled and turned on the hot tap, changing the shower to a temperature more acceptable to her.

'I told you I needed a cold shower,' I said, pulling her to me and giving her my warmth as the shower heated up. 

'You said you needed the bathroom. I do not remember the words of a cold shower.' She retorted, but she allowed me to pull her to me and lay her head on my chest as the warmer water hit her back, warming her back up.

I kissed her head and leaned forward to grab the soap and sponge. Slowly, I washed her back and then pushed her away from me and washed her chest. I was mesmerized as a giant blob of bubbles rolled down her chest, over the peak of her breast, and down her body to reach the floor. I squeezed the sponge so I could watch another group of bubbles flow over her. I looked up to see she was watching me with a soft, knowing smile, and I broke out into a massive grin of my own. Now, this was an excellent way to start the day.

When I finished washing her, she took the sponge and began to wash me. The reason for the cold shower rose again, and to my surprise, Bethany went to her knees and started to lick and play with it. She took almost all of me in her mouth, and god, that felt so good. I jumped a little when she deliberately ran her teeth down my length, making my member jump, but not from pain; it seemed that action almost had me spurting my load; then she squeezed my balls, and this time, I did explode.

'Move if you don't want a mouthful.' I groaned out, trying to pull out of her mouth, but she gripped hard onto my butt, pushing me back to her. She took all my load into her mouth, and I cannot be sure, but I think she swallowed it. My eyes were closed at the time I exploded, and I did not feel her mouth leave me, so the only place it could have gone was down her throat. 

I opened my eyes and watched as she washed my leg and the rest of my lower body, making it look like what had just transpired had not happened. I pulled her up to me and pulled her to my chest. She looked up into my eyes in question. Lowering my head, I took her lips to mine and kissed her ever so gently. We kissed and cuddled for a while, the water never going cold, the benefits of a penthouse suite, constant running hot water. 

I moved Bethany to one side and shielded her from the water. I turned the taps off, forced her out of the shower recess, covered her with a large, soft, fluffy towel, and dried her. She watched me dry her and never once moved or made a sound. I wondered if I had done something wrong. Had she expected me to reciprocate what she had just done to me? I could not start to self-doubt now; I needed to continue and wait and see. 

I know she is a bundle of emotions. From our conversation last night, I got the impression she had not had a happy marriage. I am sure she will slowly let it out, but as all this has been recent, I need to give her the space and time to heal and be there if she needs a shoulder to cry on. I had to kick myself and not go down the sister zone path again. She was definitely not like my little sister, and I had no intention of putting her there, but with so many little things said and done, she is hurting like my sister did after her four-year relationship fell apart. Luckily, she was not married to the prick, but it did not mean she did not hurt any less, just about the same.

I placed a towel over Bethany's head and started vigorously rubbing it. She giggled and took off away from me to sit on the bed and dry her hair. I guess there are some things a girl likes to do herself, and hair must be one of them. I dried myself off and headed to her room to put on my clothes from yesterday. I sighed; I did not want to put them on.

'Why don't you go home like you are? It is not like you have far to go, and what are the chances of you walking past someone? I am not expecting anyone, so unless you are? It should be safe.' Bethany must have noticed my hesitancy in putting the dirty clothes back on. 

'You are right, and I will be back shortly.' I grabbed the wet towel and put it around my waist. I am not sure why I did this. Maybe I was not as happy with leaving her home naked, and my family had permission to come up to the penthouse. The doorman only had to use his key to give them access. One of my sisters likes to do that often. I am not sure if I want to be seen leaving Bethany's home naked. Not that I would have to explain myself to her, but she would tell the rest of the family before I made it two steps inside my home.

Chapter 26 - Divorced! Now what?