Second Chance After the Divorce

Chapter 7

Noah

"You drive me crazy, baby.." I brought our heads together, our breathing heavy all that lay between us.

It was broad daylight. I was supposed to be at work and Lia at the hospital but here we were, at our apartment, tearing at each other's clothes.

"I can say the same about you, Noah.." Her long, delicate nails moved to unfasten the buttons of my shirt. "I am glad you took the remaining day off.."

I watched her as she spread my shirt wide across my shoulders.

"How could I possibly be at work when all I could think about was how nice it would be to be inside you?" I murmured against her luscious lips as I slid the shirt the rest of the way from my body.

Her hand trailed over my taut muscles, and I patiently allowed her to walk a slow circle around me. Once she was facing me again, her eyes blazed with liquid desire in them.

The air around us was thickened with intent and desire. The world disappeared around us. All that mattered was 'us'.

I took a shuddering breath, then growled as I lifted her in my arms. She circled her legs around my waist and hands around my neck while pressing her greedy lips to mine.

I peeled her T-shirt off and unclasped her bra before we reached our secluded master bedroom.

"You are f*****g gorgeous.." The instant I dropped her on the mattress, my eyes roved hungrily over her soft curves.

As I tugged on our remaining clothes to get rid of them, we never once stopped kissing, not even when we were running out of breath. The kiss was what we needed the most, more than oxygen itself.

"Lie back, sweetheart.." I gave her a gentle nudge on the bed. "I want to see all of you.."

She did as commanded like an obedient puppy.

Once I was completely bare, I took my engorged shaft between my fingers and began to stroke myself. I smirked when I noticed how the flat muscles on her abdomen dipped and shivered, oblivious to what must have caused such a reaction from her.

Releasing myself, I prowled on the bed and latched briefly on her n****e, causing her to arch her back beautifully. She was a marvel to behold. And I wondered how I got so lucky to have her with me as my wife.

I pressed her hands above her head and wound a seductive path down her body.

When my mouth closed over her soft, moist core, her body jolted feverishly. Pinning her abdomen down to the bed, I licked, sucked, and bit, teasing up the intensity of her pleasure to a heightened frenzy.

Before long, she came with a burst of thunder. But I wasn't done yet. I knew she was too sensitive but I coaxed the last drop of her until she begged me to stop. Smirking, I moved over her limp body. I nudged at her entrance with my hardness that was dying to poke its way into her, stirring a renewed craving for life.

My hands found hers again, keeping them raised above her head. I kissed her hard and demanding, making her let out a string of moans.

"f**k me, Noah. I need it. Please.."

And f**k, with that simple plea, I eased inside her.

Good God, this was incredible!

Each back-and-forth motion was punctuated with a spark of pleasure. She began to move along with me, lost to an ancient dance.

When my pleasure finally tore through my body, a guttural rumble managed to escape from deep inside me. My entire body shuddered as my movements slowly ebbed.

"I love you, Noah.." In her dazed state, Lia murmured, sleepily.

"Love you so damn much, baby.."

I woke up startled from the dream. Wet dream to be precise.

"Fuck.." I hissed and punched my fingers through my hair. I often dreamed of Lia. It was as if my brain had not perceived the fact that we were no longer together but ever since I saw her again, she'd been on my mind a lot more than ever.

Though let's face it, she was never far from my thoughts.

After Angela and Ron's wedding, Amelia immediately returned, and that was a month back.

I'd always wondered what kind of marriage she and I would have had if I hadn't messed up and we had remained married. We'd had designed the house that we had dreamed together. We'd stayed home more often than going out like we used to. We'd make love and not just have s*x. We'd had love. Lots. A whole hell of a lot of it not because of me, hell no, it would be because that was who my Lia was. Kind, loving, and giving.

Lia was the most beautiful woman I'd been ever with. They say beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, this beholder could never look away from her while I was with her.

Standing at five feet seven, she was not exactly statuesque but she definitely carried an effortless and captivating elegance. Her hair, a cascade of thick locks framed her face in a way that contrasted her striking blue eyes.

Her beauty was not just in her features but in the air that surrounded her, an aura of feminity and strength intertwined.

For a long time, Lia and I were school friends. I was a year her senior and we were just friends but that was only until we started dating other people and learned that we didn't want anyone else. Once we started going out, it didn't take us long before we fell madly in love with each other.

After six years of being in a relationship, we finally tied the knot which everyone would call the biggest event of the year. After our wedding, we'd dropped off the face of the earth together, holed up for weeks in the Caribbean, ignoring everyone in the outside world. We made love for days on end, only resurfacing to eat and sleep.

In our circle, we were called the power couple. Our friends and family loved and admired our relationship but then I don't know whose evil eyes fell upon us. Things went batshit crazy after that.

We had been desperately trying to start a family. Since I was the only child of my parents, I wanted a large family for myself. I wanted children, many actually. In the beginning, Amelia was very happy and she immediately stopped on the birth control.

For months we held hope of her becoming pregnant. Each time she was late on her period, we were expecting to tell everyone good news but then her period would pop up. I tried to encourage her and not lose her heart.

"Sooner or later you are going to carry my child, Lia. Just be patient."

I remember telling her every night as we lay tangled, hope still shining bright in my heart but that hope slowly started to dwindle with time.

Every time her period came, shattering the idea that she might be finally pregnant, my heart broke a little. The disappointment started to show on my face.

I could promise, I wasn't mad at her. Instead, I was mad at our situation. Mad at myself that I couldn't do anything to take of her misery.

And to not cause her any more hurt I began to stay late at work, coming home after she went to bed and went to work before daybreak. I spent more time away from her.

I believed we would get better when she got pregnant and she did. Twice actually.

We were over the moon. Things got back to normalcy for a brief period in our life but we were soon crippled with sadness over the miscarriages that followed and a potential infertility.

The happy moments were fleeting and few between far. The sad moments were severe and constantly lurking. And slowly we started drifting apart. We hardly communicated with each other.

I didn't realize that to keep her from hurt and devastation, I had, in fact, abandoned her, which might have caused her even more pain than all the miscarriages.

Now to think about my behaviour towards her after she suffered through the miscarriages, it might have looked to her as though I was disappointed in her for not bearing me a child.

Fuck, what an asshole I was to my Lia!

Now she was out of reach. Never to be mine again.

I don't know how I will ever be able to get used to that fact. Perhaps I will never.