Chapter 1 – Just One Kiss Before Divorcing Me Novel Free Online by Jennifer Francis

Filed To Story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel

Rin

Her husband of three years, Cal, was home for the night. He only came home from the city once or twice a week. He’d crawled into their marital bed and pulled her right towards him, his hands sliding down her body caressively and his mouth hot on her neck.

“I’m home.”

He murmured as he tugged at her sleepwear till it was gone. And then his mouth was moving down her body in heated kisses. Kissing both her breasts in turn, tugging at her hardening n*****s. She sighed at first and then moaned softly as his heated, hungry kisses turned her on. It never took him long to be all hard and wanting of her body. His mouth hit her core and she gasped out in pleasure in their darkened bedroom. Rin slid her hands into his hair and pushed her hips up to get more of him. She loved him and he was tasting her hungrily. And she gasped as he moved up to tease her clit

“Do you want me, Rin?”

he asked, even though he knew damned well she did want him. She was all hot and wet and well on her way to cumming for him. He was damned good in bed, and she often slept exhausted afterwards.

“Yes.”

She moaned without hesitation and felt his mouth move up her body in soft little nips to her skin. He bit gently at her neck just below her ear, something she loved; and he knew it, as he pushed himself inside of her, and she moaned as he did so. She could even feel the curve of his smile against her neck as he took her in a long slow push, something he loved to do never rushed that first moment of taking her for himself. He was not going to be in a rush tonight and she knew it. The man liked to take his time, and she would take all of him for as long as he wanted to have her. She moved with him, slowly and easily. Their bodies worked well together, three years of marriage and they both knew how to please each other. Take their own pleasure and increase it for the other. He’d never been shy about s*x, and she’d learned a lot from him. She was crying out for God later as she came, and he pushed himself up and looked down at her, smiled at her.

“You know it’s not God giving you that orgasm.”

He shook his head a little as he slipped from her body and tugged her over onto her stomach. Rin smiled, she knew he wasn’t done and let him grab her wrists and push them up the bed to grab the edge. She was turned on just thinking about what he was going to do. Hold her down and take her all eagerly from behind. She just let him move her about the bed until he had her in the position he wanted, tucked under him like a little frog.

“You ready, Rin?”

He asked, and she could hear the smile with his murmured words, and she looked over her shoulder at him, her gorgeous husband and nodded at him.

“Yes.”

She told him as he slid himself against her, and she heard him sigh, something else he liked sliding through her wet folds, half a dozen slides against her, and then he thrust hard into her. He gripped her hips and pulled her hard back against him, and she pushed her hips up a little more and heard him groan

“That’s it,”

and he was then just taking her all eagerly, until she was once again crying out in o****m. She felt him c*m, and heard his grunt of satisfaction, before he slipped from her body and lay on the bed next to her. She shifted herself to lay down comfortably on her stomach, and turned her face to look at his profile, in the darkness of the room. It was perfect, she thought to herself absently.

“Sleep.”

He murmured and smacked her on her bare backside. She chuckled softly and closed her eyes, loved this man, her husband, and sometimes she could almost believe he loved her back. He could be playful in this bedroom of theirs at times. And it made her heart flutter, like it was doing right now. That little playful swat to her backside extended the intimacy between them. It was hard for her to stay grounded when he was in this bed, or she was on his arm at some business or charity event. But that was why she was here. He’d married her to be on his arm, told her she was beautiful and would look good next to him. They had a marriage contract with no expiry date. He’d told her that one day he’d ask for a divorce, and she’d get a decent settlement from him. All she had to do was stand next to him when it was required. She’d done that, worn many a beautiful dress while on his arm, and heard a few jealous comments from other women around them. Murmuring that she was a nobody and didn’t deserve to be by his side. They thought only someone from high society should be on Calvin Reeves’ arm. They didn’t think she suited the position. But she wasn’t some dumb bimbo that didn’t have a degree. She worked from home was all, just needed her laptop and an internet connection. Cal knew this had been the one to approach her, in fact, not the other way around. She’d been talking to a few of those in her field asking about living arrangements. Her lease was up, and she needed to find a new place to live. The owner was kicking her out of the apartment she’d lived in for three years. Cal had offered her a home, this very house, in fact. She looked at him sleeping in the bed next to her and wondered, not for the first time, how she was going to handle the day he asked for a divorce, though she knew it wasn’t going to be anytime soon. He’d stated once when she’d been at his family home playing with his nieces and nephews ‘not until after at least three years of marriage.’ To his mother when she’d asked about them having children. She’d looked at him. They’d only been together for a year at the time, and she’d not expected him to state anything about children ever. He’d smiled at her and stated

“You can ask after our third anniversary. She’d turned away from him and not known what to say. She wasn’t even allowed to kiss that man. Not ever. It was the one thing he had demanded in their marriage agreement, that there would be no kissing during their entire marriage, no mouth-to-mouth kissing. Though he had expected it to be a proper marriage other than that. Marital s*x was a yes as far as he was concerned, he’d told her simply ‘I like s*x, I’ll want it, and you’re a grown woman who has needs. We can sort each other out.’ They’d been married three years now and still he’d kept to that rule. The one time she’d tried to kiss him, pull his mouth to hers during s*x, he’d actually stopped and gotten out of their bed and stated

“we have rules about that Rin.”

And to her complete shock he’d gotten dressed and left the house altogether, she’d tried to apologise told him she’d gotten carried away in the heat of the moment was all. He’d not seemed to care for her apology at the time, and so she’d just dropped the subject. It had been a year and a half into their marriage, and she’d already fallen in love with him. That was why she’d wanted to kiss him, to know what it was like to kiss the man she loved. He was always nice to her, charming and gracious, very attentive when they were out together at a function, smiled at her and danced with her. She’d stupidly fallen into that web he’d woven for the people he socialised with and worked alongside, and had also thought he was in love with her. How wrong she had been. She’d heard him not long after their second anniversary on the phone to his best friend Wil, also his lawyer. ‘The marriage suits me. I’ll divorce Rin when I find Mrs Right.’ It had hurt to hear those words, and she’d had to remind herself she wasn’t the love of his life, and that really good s*x did not denote love; but it was so very hard sometimes. When he was here at the house, because he was all hands on with her when he was. Every night was like tonight; when he’d crawled right into their bed and wanted her, know just how to please her and had done so twice, extended that intimacy just a little afterward even. She closed her eyes and sighed softly. It had been three years; their anniversary had been a week ago, and he’d wined and dined her, just like he had their first two wedding anniversaries, and a part of her knew it was all for show. But another part of her had loved every second of it, as she bought into her own lies about the type of marriage they had.

Rin

She woke up alone in their bed, and she sighed to herself as she rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. Sometimes they had morning s*x as well, and she kind of wanted that right now, as much as she knew she shouldn’t ever really want anything from her husband. She never asked for anything other than here in this bedroom, when he had his hands on her. This house was more than enough: it was large and impressive and there was a housekeeper that came every Monday and Friday, before the weekend and after the weekend. She maintained the house every other day. It wasn’t that hard to do, it was just her that lived here. Cal lived in the city in a penthouse apartment that was just over an hour away. She lay there in their bed and wondered if he’d left already. She glanced at the clock; it was just after seven, he had likely already gone. She always slept like the dead after s*x. It relaxed her completely, though she too knew that Cal slept well after s*x. Though he never bothered to wake her when he got up in the morning, nope, he’d shower, dress and leave, and she’d wake up alone 50% of the time. She sat up and then got out of bed, showered and dressed for the day. Pulled on a pair of soft cream slacks and a simple silk singlet top in a soft purple, her wardrobe was a far cry from what it had been when she’d moved into this house. Even her underwear was expensive, because Cal bought most of it. He would occasionally stroll through the door and hand her a bag, smile at her and say

“I bought you something. Wear it for me.”

She pulled her long thick dark hair up into an easy ponytail and trotted down the stairs, and nearly came to a standstill upon seeing Cal sitting at the dining room table, reading the paper and a cup of coffee next to him. He looked at her briefly.

“What?”

he asked.

“Nothing,”

she shook her head and went to make coffee for herself.

“Do you want breakfast?”

she offered. He rarely stayed for meals there with her.

“No, I’ll be off shortly. Got a legal appointment at nine,”

he stated simply.

“Alright.”

She nodded and made herself some toast to go with her coffee. Then she debated if today was the day to ask him. She was looking at him while he read the paper, as she held her coffee cup to herself. She didn’t have any family; she had been an orphan for as long as she could remember, moving from one foster home to another. She enjoyed being married even though he wasn’t really here, if she was sick or injured, his name was there as her Next of Kin. She’d never had that before, not until they’d been married. She liked knowing that she could write his name there on those forms that required her to fill it in.

“What is it Rin? You’re burning a hole in me,”

he stated.

“Oh, sorry.”

She took her toast and walked over to sit at the table.

“I didn’t mean to stare.”

She knew that was something he considered rude, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the fact that they’d just had their three-year anniversary. She could ask for a baby, and his child would be adorable.

“Rin?”

he huffed and looked at her, folding the newspaper and getting up after another minute of her just staring at him.

“Just tell me what you’re thinking. Do you want something?”

he asked.

“N…no, nothing like that. I just, well, we’ve been married for three years now.”

she kind of stammered a bit.

“Yes.”

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