Hey! This is a VERY interesting chapter, in my opinion, at least… a very HOT one, if I may say so, too. But let me warn you! The next chapters aren't going to be as interesting as this one, because I will explain things about the past… understand? Will… enjoy this one… and… good luck.

Chapter 9: Under pressure

-I'm just saying, Florence. I'm just saying that I lo…- He started to say, but his ex wife interrupted him, placing one finger on his lips to prevent him from speaking.

-Don't, George… save us both the pain- She said softly. George looked into her eyes, and saw there- through her exterior- the tenderness covering her heart.

-Why, though? Why should I shut up? - He asked ever so sweetly- why can't we give it another try? Why can't we make love on the garden on a Thursday night just because we feel like it? Why can't we take a bath together again just because we want to spend some more time together? Why cant we try to be happy?- He asked getting closer. Florence's eyes were now filled with tears.

-George can't you see? How blind and unreasonable are you? First, we fucked around; then we came clean and become a couple… only to break up; later that year we got back together; then we split up again… only for you to end up proposing! We got divorce 6 years after that… and now, what? What, George? What is there to happen between us?- She shouted demanding an explanation.

-Love, my sweetheart, only love- He said sounding much sexier than he would have sounded 12 years ago, when under the influence of a couple of butterbeers they felt in love.

-George, come on! Get real! I'm not one of your secretaries!- She shouted, and then he knew. She loved him so! How thick had he been? She loved him! She truly loved him! Actually, she cared about him enough to sacrifice herself because of him! How many times had she demonstrated her strong feelings; her fidelity; her commitment?

And then, as if suddenly a powerful thunder had hit him on the head; he leaned forward pushing her slim body to the wall and kissed her ever so hardly. Florence's head felt dizzy because of the previous hitting, but she guessed George's lips were the main source of her sickness; she was obsessed by them. She wanted that kiss to last forever; because in that moment Florence didn't really care that the man pressing his lips against hers was his former husband; all she cared about was the burning sensation creating on her stomach. Love was prevailing.

He picked Florence up- her back still pressed against the wall- and started to slowly pull her legs apart. She understood the hint and proceeded to quickly wrap his waist entirely with her long creamy legs. He pulled her knickers to a side, slowly playing with her clit. Not once, and I repeat, not once, they stopped kissing.

She moaned his name on his mouth and she heard him muttered something that sounded very much like: "I love you with every bone in my body".

Florence was the one to broke the kiss, eventhough she loved those thick, inviting lips of his. She was horny… she needed to feel his skin closer to hers, but above all she wanted to hear him scream her name with passion. So she went on her knees, quickly getting rid oh his boxers, and started to slowly, but rhythmically suck his erection. Not once, in their whole married life, she had dared to go down on him. But the occasion called for a special treat; she was enjoying her every movement as if his whole world would depended on her mouth or her hands, for that matter.

She cleared her head from every though when a mental image of one of George's girlfriends came across her other pleasant memories.

"Come on, Flor, you can't allow your brain to spoil this for you"- She thought.

And so in no time he came into her mouth and eventhough some people may think that's discussing, she thought that it wasn't as bad as people described it.

George picked her up and threw her violently onto the couch. He opened her legs abruptly and without thinking about it twice he started licking her own delicious juices. She had waited for so long for it to happen that she actually came three times in the 20 minutes the "game" lasted. She felt satisfied… but, really, really satisfied. The man knew his moves, alright. He was now playing with her hard nipples, biting them gently when he introduced his erection into her wet cavity. It felt so warm and tight that George though that he was actually, loosing his mind completely. Life couldn't be sweeter, in his personal opinion.

He was thrusting in and out of her sticky passageway as if it was the last time he was ever going to have sex with her; and Florence was enjoying his enthusiasm as well. She climaxed twice while George penetrated her with lust. He came sometime later, and when he was absolutely finished he lay down near Florence, resting his head on her naked chest, as if time had frozen; as if they were still seventeen.

At that exact moment, Florence understood that being happy was the most important thing in life. So she kissed the top o his head and invited herself to close her eyes and fall asleep.

But neither her, nor George could have predicted the surprise to come, minutes later after kissing his loved one goodnight.