I awakened early the next morning to strong arms around me, squeezing my waist along with kisses on my shoulders and the back of my neck. It took me a moment to reassess my surroundings. I turned to John, and the memories broke over me like morning tide.
He smiled down at me. Hey.
Hey.
"Slept well?"
I nodded yes. "It was nice."
"Good." He kissed me deeply, blending passion with persuasion. He licked my lips and I opened them to him, the achingly sweet plea becoming an action. In minutes, I felt like my body was caught in a storm, both inside and out, but strangely, I felt safe.
I could feel the vibration in his throat and chest when he exhaled heavily, half sigh, half growl.
I was surrendering to him. He took off his clothes as he kissed me, and
then began removing mine. What
He showed his scout sign. "No sex...last night." He winked at me,
making me laugh softly as he turned our bodies so that I was straddling
him. I could feel his growing erection beneath me. We need a shower.
His mouth seized mine in a breath-robbing kiss. My logic was fading,
burning from the heat he gave, to the point it had no weight, no place
or bearing
He carried me into the shower, set me on the tiles and
turned on the water. It was surprisingly warm. By the time I thought
about saying something him, he`d already begun soaping me up. I sighed
contentedly, feeling the strength of his hand under the soft towel and
bubbly suds against my skin. Ohhh.
He chuckled softly. He nibbled on my ear, and whispered, You're tense.
I thought I was tense!" That earned him laugh. "Feels good?
Yeah... yeah. He handed me the towel, and turned his back to me. Oh,
my God, it must be MY birthday, I thought as I kneaded his muscles
through the soapy towel, admiring his form boldly. He exhaled heavily,
again sounds of contentment coming from him, the vibration under my
hands, something terribly feminine inside me responding to it. I gently
pulled apart the muscles, relaxing them and committing to memory the
sight, feel and scent of him. When he turned to me, I soaped his chest
though he did not do mine. He watched me intently as I brought my hand
lower, and then stopped. I felt my body responding and he hadn`t even
touched me.
My turn, he said with a hint of sensual promise. The shower stream
hit his face, and he opened his mouth, taking water in. He rinsed his
mouth out and took water again, this time closing his mouth over my
breast. I gasped at the warm current of water around it, and his tongue
which licked patterns in its midst while his hands stroked my body. He
allowed the water to escape, over my breasts and down my body,
cascading down my legs. He thrust a single finger inside me while he
did the same to its twin, and I leaned against him for support. He then
brought the towel between us, washing my front completely, stealing
caresses with strong fingers through the soft fabric. He adjusted the
showerhead and the water rinsed us both as he kissed me deeply,
thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I only opened wider, willingly,
feeling and hearing a masculine sigh come from him.
Mmmm, He ran his tongue along my neck, and lowered his head to my
breasts, pushing me against the shower wall gently. His tongue circled
the tips, trailing down, and he got on his knees to taste me. A cry
escaped me as I called his name. He moaned as he tasted my essence. My
knees weakened, but he kept me in place long enough to moan and cry out
his name again. Yes? When no answer came he rose to his feet,
thrusting a single finger and rotating inside me, making me lean
against the shower wall completely as he built a rhythm that made me
whimper. I gasped when he pushed his second finger and thrust quickly,
my pants beginning to match his rhythm. Yes? He went still and kissed
me again, tenderly. Say it. It took me a few moments, but I managed
it. Yes. He took me in his arms and held me for a few moments. He
kissed my temple, and tilted my face up to meet his kiss again. I was
completely pliable to him. He raised my body against the wall, and
lowered me on him.
We gasped, crying out, going still for a moment, savoring it. He
tenderly kissed me again, feeling himself tremble, not from my weight,
but the sensation and the anticipation of more. We moaned as he began
to move me up and down his length, watching memy hair slicked back,
head turned and eyes closed, lightly panting under the flow of water. I
gasped and curled my limbs around him, meeting his thrusts, then crying
out minutes later. He growled in response, keeping his control. He
wanted more; he was holding on
He carried me out of the bathroom and
into the bedroom, laying me on
towels on the carpet. He hadn`t separated us, his movement was so
careful. He scooped my legs over his arms and thrust deeply into me,
making me cry out. The sensation was too much, taking some of his
control away, and he began to drive into me wildly, the intensity and
rhythm making us moan louder than before. All self control gone, I
brought my legs down and re-spread them, turning him onto his back. My
head was tilted back and my fingers dug into his shoulders, guided only
by the blood pounding in my ears and his hard length as I rode him. His
hips began to meet mine, and I rode harder, whimpering with pleasure, a
prisoner of sensation. I leaned forward, feeling close to climax, but
unable to get there. I wanted him close to me, I wanted to feel all of
him on me. He understood, reversing the positions, and got up on his
elbows and knees, our bodies against the other as he worked my entire
body with his. I dug my fingers into his spine, making him buck harder
against me as I sank my teeth into his shoulder in an effort not to let
the entire hotel know what was going on. My screams, at best, were
muffled as my hips met his movements his thrusts. He worked me into a
frenzy as my senses were wide open: our fanned breaths, our combined
scent as we moved to a rhythm as primitive as time. Tears formed in my
eyes as cries came from us both. And then finally, I screamed, coming
so hard I thought I'd faint, and he let go, growling and moaning, his
hands tangled in my hair, a peace coming over his face that made him
more attractive than I thought he was before. I arched uncontrollably,
my body riding the last of his orgasm, pulsing in the pleasure of his
throbbing heat inside me. For several minutes we lay there, still
connected, catching our breaths, but still managing stray affectionate
kisses and touches. I didn`t think I could move. We didn't for a while.
We dressed in silence. He signed my program for my son, and gave me one
of his favorite jerseys. He even managed to get autographs from DX, who
was down the hall. He had to go to the next city, and I had a spa day
for relaxation then onward home, though I swore to God I didn`t need
one anymore. I`m always on the road, he began in explanation from
nowhere. It`s
A choice, I finished. I tried to swallow the lump in
my throat before I went on. A choice to be faithful, a choice to
nurture what is in here
I pointed in my temple, then my chest.
and
here, for someone
anyone. Takes a lot of effort, I know. He blinked,
so I went on. Cell phones, emails, packages back and forth
keeping
faith. I`ve done it, it`s hard
especially when you're the only one who
cares.
He didn`t know what to say to that. I just wanted him to know I
understood. I swallowed hard. "It's okay. I let my feelings take over
for the first time in awhile. I don't regret it, and I'm a big girl.
Okay?" I knew I had to leave before I got emotional. I gave him a slow
kiss on the cheek and whispered, Take care of you, okay?
His look was almost sad, but he kissed my forehead, and smiled, You,
too. I mirrored his expression, and turned on my heel as I hugged my
gifts, opening the door and walking out. It had been a week since it
had all happened. I managed to push it from my mind during the day, but
at night, the memories were bittersweet. But I had a kid to raise, a
job to keep, stuff to do
life went on. No one knew of our night, and I
didn't want to talk about it. I just wanted to keep it for myself and
to myself. I was sitting at my desk, frowning over a stack of paperwork
when Carl the mailroom guy came by. Hey, ya got somethin`. I barely
spared him a glance. It's Leila's. She orders everything.
No, it`s to you, he said. Okay, put it there. You have to sign for
this. I rolled my eyes, and set the work aside for a moment. I take
it you`re waiting to see what it is? Considering you never get
anything, and it`s overnighted? Hell, yeah!
I laughed softly. Probably some freebies to try to get business. I
opened the package to find a half pound of Fannie Mae Pixies, a fresh corsage and a cell phone with a single slip of paper in the holder clip.
I stilled.
You okay?
Yeah, yeah, I said quickly, my heart in my throat. I did order this, just slipped my mind.
Oh
okay, then, Carl shrugged. I was hopin` for something juicy
He walked off, pushing his cart along.
I waited for him to get out of earshot, and dialed the number on the paper.
Hey, a male voice greeted smoothly.
I closed my eyes, mirroring the smile I heard, and whispered, Hey.
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