Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or the characters.
I had forgot to add the disclaimer above when I originally posted the chapter. I'm sorry you recieved an alert for this, but I'm posting Ch. 2 right after this to make it up to you.
As I drove away from Charlie's house I gave him one last wave and a smile. It had been a nice weekend away from my stress, the stress that was waiting for me back home in Seattle. Needing to get away, in order to clear my mind, I had made a last minute decision to visit with my dad. The soothing quality of his quiet demeanor was just what I needed. Even though he knew the cause for my sadness he didn't mention it, and neither did I. I had caught him looking at me, more than a few times, with a look of sadness and maybe a little hope. Hope that maybe one day I would get my miracle, the baby I so desperately wanted.
Just outside of Port Angeles it began to rain and I watched the first few drops of rain hit my windshield and run down the glass before I turned on the wipers.
I raised my hand to my face to wipe the tears that were running down my cheeks. The similarity of the tears on my face being wiped dry to the rain running down the windshield and then being washed away made me smile.
"Oh, shit!" I had to quickly grab the wheel to keep from hitting a car that was abandoned not far enough off the side of the road. I decided that driving and crying while it is raining wasn't too safe. So, I plugged in and turned on my iPod, quickly picking my 'favorites' playlist. That always lifted my mood.
Driving down the 101 I sang along with Brett "I gotta touch you, cause baby we'll be… at the drive in, in the old man's Ford, behind the bushes…"
I slowed when I notice someone walking on the side of the road. He looked so pitiful hunched over with his head down trying to keep the rain out of his face, and his hands in his pockets. I made a snap decision and pulled over, crazy I know, but something made me stop. Although I stopped for this stranger, I was going to take precautions because Charlie would kill me… if this encounter didn't. Being the daughter of a police chief, I always carried my pepper spray and quickly placed it between my legs out of view. Grabbing my phone I dialed 911 but didn't hit send, I just wanted to have it ready, and wedged it under my left thigh, just out of sight. By the time I had finished my 'just in case', stuff he was opening my passenger door and climbing in.
"Thanks for stopping, it's really coming down out there. My car broke down a little ways back and my cell phone battery is dead, so I couldn't call for someone to come pick me up," he explained as he turned to look at me.
It took me a second to answer because from the little light put out by the cars overhead dome light I was frozen by the most beautiful set of eyes. They were a green I had never seen on anyone, it reminded me of my favorite jade ring that I had at home in my jewelry box, Maw sit-sit Jade. His eyes were a mix of light and dark green and a few black flecks here and there.
"Yeah, no problem. Where you headed?" I finally got out when the closing of the door snapped me back to the conversation.
"I was on my way to Seattle," he told me.
"Well I was going in that direction so I can take you to the next city."
"That sounds great, thank you. Please let me repay you in some way. Can I pay for your gas, maybe dinner or something, anything?" he offered.
"Don't worry about it, that's not necessary. Oh, I have some napkins in the glove box, they won't do much but it's all I have." I offered him.
He reached forward, opened the glove box and pulled out all the napkins I kept in there. Just as I thought, they didn't do anything but dry his face and hands. Although he had dried his face, his rain soaked hair kept dripping water down his temples.
Though the temperature in August was nice, being wet had to make it feel chilly. So to help warm him, I turned up the heater a bit. In thanks I got a smile from him, and even though he was a funny shade of blue from the lights on the dash, he was very good looking.
Ha, he is hawt! My inner teenage girl was screaming out.
There was something about this man that was drawing me to him, and I couldn't put my finger on it. I wanted to reach out and move the rain darkened hair off his forehead.
Get a grip, Bella! You don't know that man, he could hurt you and here you are letting him into in your car and wanting to brush away his hair! Are you crazy? Great, now I'm talking to myself.
As he put on his seat belt, I put the car in gear and got back on the road to keep from touching him. It was getting dark and the rain was coming down a little harder than before.
My iPod was still going and when Heart began to sing, "All I want to do is make love to you" I had to blink back tears. There was no way that I was going to cry in front of this stranger.
The irony of my situation with my husband and picking up this beautiful man, on the side of the road in the rain was not lost on me. I could see where the desperation to have a child and not being able to, could drive a person to act out the lyrics of this song. I began wondering if I could do it. I didn't know, I was feeling pretty desperate but I loved my husband and I didn't think I could hurt him like that.
Yet, there was definitely a palpable energy surrounding us in the car that made me think that maybe I could. Was it just my imagination or did he feel it too? I needed to look at him, to see if he did in fact notice the energy I thought I was feeling. I stole more than a few glances through the rearview mirror, not wanting to get caught looking at him. I caught him watching me, though, and it should have made me nervous but I wasn't. I couldn't tell what he was thinking but his brow was furrowed and I wasn't sure what to make of that.
The need to touch him kept getting stronger. It felt like we were magnets that were being pulled together. My fingers were wrapped around the steering wheel so tight that my knuckles were white. I took my right hand off and flexed it a few times in my lap to loosen it up, and the traitorous limb began to reach for him like it had a mind of its own. I managed to grab the gear shift without looking like an idiot before I touched him. Worried of his reaction, I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, and he was looking down at my hand.
Shit, shit, shit!
I wasn't sure what was going on, my body was on a different wavelength than my heart and mind.
I love Mike, yes we've been fighting and things have been strained with all we had going on trying to get pregnant but he is my husband.
I reminded myself in an effort to keep my body in check.
"Do you mind?" Mystery man slowly reached out to point at my iPod, grazing the side of my hand and pinkie that were still rested on the gear shift. The sensation that ran from my hand to the rest of my body was enough to force me to bite my lip to keep in a very inappropriate moan.
"Sure," I squeaked out.
As he scanned through my music there were a few huhs, umms, and slight chuckles.
"What?" I finally asked not being able to take his verbally challenged un-comments.
"You have a very diverse taste in music," he answered with a playful smile. My Lord, that smile had to have ruined plenty of panties, mine included.
"Thanks. I like all different kinds of music." I replied smiling back.
He didn't say anything else but nodded as he replaced the iPod. When the song he had chosen came on, I nearly wrecked the car. Def Leppard's 'Hysteria' played.
Out of touch, out of reach yeah
You could try to get closer to me
I'm in luck, I'm in deep, yeah
Hypnotized, I'm shakin' to my knees
I gotta know tonight
If you're alone tonight
Can't stop this feeling
Can't stop this fire
Oh, I get hysterical, hysteria
Oh can you feel it, do you believe it?
It's such a magical mysteria
When you get that feelin', better start believin'
'Cos it's a miracle, oh say you will, ooh babe
Hysteria when you're near
Why did he pick this song? Was he trying to tell me that he felt this odd connection between us? Did he want to see where it was going?
Oh dear god up in heaven, and any other deity that is listening, please let that be what he is trying to tell me! What? What am I saying? I love Mike, I love Mike, I love Mike.
I kept chanting that in my head to distract me from my adulterous body's wants. The chanting worked until I looked in the mirror and caught him watching me once again as he sang the rest of the song without taking his eyes off me.
Yep, he was most definitely sending me a message, and my body received it loud and clear. I couldn't give him what he wanted, it would be so wrong.
Hell yes, you most definitely can!
My mind and body were yelling at me, leaving my heart completely out of the decision.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had reached for my iPod and picked the song that I wanted. I mouthed the words along with Rhianna, making sure to watch the road.
"Come here rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough
Take it, take it
Take it, take it
Love me, love me
Come here rude boy, boy
Can you get it up
Come here rude boy, boy
Is you big enough
Take it, take it
Take it, take it
Love me, love me
I wanted to be sure that I had his attention for the next part and gently cleared my throat. He had already been shooting glances at me but at the noise he turned his head to face me fully. I tilted my head just a little towards him and our eyes caught for just a moment. I knew there would be no turning back after this.
Oh well, here goes nothing.
I'mma let you be the captain
I'mma let you do your thing, yeah
I'mma let you be a rider
Giddy up, babe
I'mma let it be fire
I'mma let you take me higher
Baby we can get it on, yeah
We can get it on, yeah
Do you like it boy
What you wa-wa-want
Give it to me baby
Like boom, boom, boom
What I wa-wa-want
Is what you wa-wa-want
His eyes widened for just the briefest of moments and then returned to normal. His tongue peeking out and wetting his lips gave him away, as he shifted in his seat.
The song continued without any more help from me because the rain had really picked up and visibility was no farther than two or three feet in front of my car, even with the wipers on high.
"I think I need to pull over and wait out the rain. It's coming down too hard and can't see a thing. Do you mind or are you in a hurry to keep going?" I asked.
"No, that would be fine. We aren't going to get very far in this mess," he agreed
I took the next exit before realizing that there was only a tiny hotel off of that exit and nothing else.
I grabbed my umbrella from the back seat, and internally laughing at myself, put my phone and pepper spray in my purse. For all of my "just in case" prep, here I was at a hotel with a complete stranger after telling him with a song that I wanted him to "get it up". Absolutely not smart on my part and this definitely wouldn't be good for my marriage. I wasn't going to back out now, though. This man was gorgeous and whatever was pulling me to him was just getting stronger and I wanted to explore what exactly "it" was.
Looking at me, he smiled that panty dropping smile and asked, "Ready?"
I didn't miss the double entendre in his question. Swallowing the nervous energy down, I nodded, not trusting my voice to work properly.
We ran for the lobby and I managed to get wet, even with my umbrella. He chose to just run with nothing to cover himself with and was completely soaked, again, when he reached the door. He held it open for me while I shook out my umbrella. I turned around to grab the door, but grabbed his hand instead. We both inhaled sharply at the same time. The sensation I felt in the car at his slight touch was so much more intense at this solid contact. Our eyes locked and I couldn't look away, his eyes were much more vibrant in the light than they had been in the car.
"Hi, can I help you?" the clerk at the check-in desk asked.
Startled by the clerk we both chuckled slightly because we had not moved since I had touched him and were just standing in the open doorway more than long enough.
"Yes, we need…" he turned around to look at me to gauge my reaction or maybe giving me an out as he finished his request "…a room?"
I smiled and gave him a small nod. He turned back to the clerk to finish the registration and I released a breath that I hadn't realized I'd been holding. I'm really going to do this, what am I thinking? I wasn't sure, but I wasn't going to let this man and the connection I felt to him walk out of my life forever without at least trying to figure it out.
Quickly set to getting my phone out of my purse, I called my husband to let him know I'd be home in the morning.
Mike's voicemail picked up. I left him a brief message letting him know that a heavy rain storm had forced me to stop outside of Seqium and I'd phone him as soon as I got back on the road.
I couldn't tell him I loved him at the end of the message knowing what I was planning on doing. I turned my phone off and shoved it back in my purse. The light caught my wedding ring reminding me that Mr. Mysterious may have seen it. If he had, would we still be here? Would he want to do this even if he knew I was married? Was he married? I hadn't noticed a ring on his finger and maybe he didn't see my ring or care that I was married. I didn't want to risk it so I took it off and put it in a zippered pocket of my purse.
I never took my ring off so it felt odd. I rubbed my finger where my ring had been just as I heard, "We're all set." I looked up and saw his hand extended showing me the way. I took a step towards him and the secret that this night would forever hold. He placed his hand on the small of my back and led me towards the hall leading to our room.
We stopped at the door with plaque number 24. He looked at me before placing the key card in the slot, and his eyes were almost asking if I was sure that this was what I wanted. Looking at him, I grabbed his hand, pushing it forward and the card into its place as confirmation to his unasked question.
The room was nothing special just like any other, a double size bed, a tv, small round table and chair, vanity and bathroom. He took his wallet and phone from his jean's pocket and placed it on the dresser and turned towards me.
"I...uh," he started and pointed toward the bathroom. "I'm going to go dry off."
"Okay," I answered still standing by the door. He quickly turned and I watched him disappear into the bathroom. He was tall, with long legs and his ass in those wet jeans looked so tight you could bounce quarters off it. The t-shirt he wore was sticking to him accentuating his back and shoulder muscles.
The closing of the bathroom door broke off my ogling, and brought on a bout of nerves that rivaled those I would imagine first time sky divers might have. I walked to the mirror above the dresser and straightened my clothes and my hair. I looked around the room trying to decide where I wanted to be when he came out. The chair at the table, on the dresser, or the bed were my only options. I could hear him moving around in the bathroom, so I quickly sat at the end of the bed. I was looking down at my hands when I heard the door open. I took in a long steadying breath and let it out slowly before I lifted my head.
I raised my eyes up slowly taking in his body as he was walking toward me with tentative steps.
Oh dear god, these panties are official ruined!
I was grateful I had chosen to sit, because the sight of him in nothing but a towel, slung low on his hips, would have buckled my knees. I took in his naked torso and the muscles that had been previously hidden. He had that delectable V that pointed to hidden treasures below, and an eight pack that begged to be licked. My eyes kept moving upward taking in his extremely well formed chest. I had to wipe at my mouth to check for any drool because the man was a walking orgasm. He seriously should be put on a pedestal in a museum for all to enjoy.
When my eyes finally lifted to his, he stopped and I let out a heavy breath. He had been toweling off his hair and he brought his hand, still holding the towel, down to his side. His hair was still too wet to know exactly what color it was, but it looked to have a bit of bronze mixed in with brown.
Wanting to close the space between us, I stood and took a small step in his direction. The spark between us was almost visible it was so strong. I had never felt anything like it. I needed to calm down a bit or I was going to make a fool out of myself, and quickly decided to go to the bathroom.
"I'll be right back," I told him and pointed to the bathroom door like he had just a few minutes before.
He just nodded.
Walking toward him the pull was almost impossible to ignore. I bit my lip hard enough to cause myself pain just to have something else to focus on.
As I was about to pass by him, his left hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. That electric tingly feeling was back in full force causing me to stop and turn my face to look at him. He was looking down at me with those green eyes that felt like they were looking into my soul. I couldn't hold back anymore, I had to touch him. Using my free hand, I dragged it up his arm feeling his muscles twitch under my fingers. I turned my body to face his side and kissed his arm gently where my fingers had just passed. He shuddered and before I knew it he was facing me with one arm around my waist. His hand was splayed open at the small of my back, while the other hand cupped the back of my head. Lowering his face to mine, his eyes were darting back and forth between my eyes and mouth. The tip of his tongue came out to wet his lips. That was my undoing; I crashed my mouth into his and wove my fingers into his hair. His lips were soft but forceful and when I felt the tip of his tongue lick my top lip asking for entrance, I let him in. Our tongues danced together neither fighting for dominance even though the kiss was almost frantic. I swallowed the deep moan that he let out and it went straight to my girly bits.
We broke apart, needing to breathe. His mouth trailed down to my neck, licking and sucking the sensitive skin there. The hand at the small of my back made its way to the swell of my butt and he grabbed it tightly. It was my turn to moan, and I felt him smile into my neck. He found one of my favorite spots, the one just where my neck and shoulder met, and sucked on it, giving just the right amount of attention. Grabbing tighter to his hair, I held his head right where it was.
"Right here?" he asked and nipped at the same spot.
"Uh-huh," was all I could get out.
"What about… here?" he kissed a little higher.
"Yeah," I breathed out.
He moved higher to just below my ear lobe and bingo, there was spot number two.
Before he could ask my mouth was telling him he was in the right place, "Ooh yes, right there!"
He ran his nose along the shell of my ear and I felt his hot breath on my ear when he exhaled.
"You smell good enough to eat," he almost growled, nibbling my ear lobe and causing my eyes to close. He pulled away just enough that it allowed me to bring my hands over his shoulders and down to his chest. I watched my fingers as they moved around his body. I followed my caresses with soft kisses and goosebumps erupted on his skin where I had placed my lips.
As I showered attention onto his body with my hands and mouth, he brought his hands to my shoulders and ran them down my arms until they reached my waist. He brought me into him by my hips and I could feel his erection pressed against my stomach.
Whoa, hello there big boy!
I wasn't sure that my body could accommodate him but I would soon be finding out. Needing a distraction from his large manhood, I tiptoed and kissed him again. His big hands slid from my hips up to my ribcage over my shirt.
Leaning forward he placed his lips on mine and this kiss was soft and gentle. His right hand continued up until it was palming my breast. His thumb rubbed my cloth covered nipple, and I felt it tighten into a hard peak.
The sound of us trying to catch our breath was the only thing that could be heard in the room when we seperated. He took the opportunity and reached for the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head in a swift motion. He stared at my upper body now in only a bra. His green eyes were deep pools full of lust and raw need. He was watching me like predator watches its prey. The fire he was causing to burn in me at his intense stare felt like I would spontaneously combust at any moment. I stepped away from him, back towards the bed, hoping he would follow me. Another three steps backward and the back of my legs hit the bed. I watched him take the steps needed for his body to be pressed against mine.
As I started to sit, I heard him say no and grab my waist to keep me from getting on the bed. I froze and my mind was racing.
Why did he stop me? Did he change his mind? He's right, we shouldn't be doing this. What was I thinking?
"I'm sorry I thought…," he stopped my words with his mouth on mine and I instantly forgot my previous mental rant. I felt his fingers at the button of my pants.
"I just want to get these out of the way. You're too covered up."
I nodded. "Good idea," I breathed out and began kissing my way up his chest to his neck.
He got my pants off and heard him mumble, "That's better."
Leaning forward, he wrapped his hands around the back of my thighs, at the same time taking advantage that our mouths were so close by occupying my lips with his. He lifted me up and placed me on the bed, never breaking the kiss. Our lips and tongues still tangled in a hot and hurried attack that didn't feel like enough, I scooted back on the bed as he crawled above me.
Before I was able to lie back, he had turned us over so I was laying on him. I straddled his thighs and saw the serious tent that he was pitching and raised an impressed eyebrow at him. His deep chuckle filled the room and shook his whole body and mine.
I couldn't wait anymore, I had to see what he was hiding under that towel (not too successfully I might add). I grabbed the top edge of the towel that was tucked in to keep it up and pulled, watching his reaction. His breath hitched and it spurred me on. As the towel separated, it revealed his much larger than average manhood. My eyes widened and I began to worry that I was going to walk away, or hobble, away from this a little worse for wear.
I looked at his face and the slightly crooked smile he was wearing caused more wetness to soak my already drenched panties. I wouldn't be surprised if my lust was dripping down the inside of his thighs.
His hand cupped on my cheek brought me out of my mind.
"We'll take it slow and if I'm hurting you, we can stop." At those words I almost fell off the bed. Was this man for real? When, in the history of hook-ups did a man offer to stop for any reason?
"That's very accommodating of you," I replied.
I saw a mischievous glint in his eyes before he answered, "I'm not the one who needs to be accommodating."
With a tilted head and raised eyebrows, I chuckled, "Ha ha ha, very funny. Seriously, though, thank you for being so thoughtful."
Quickly sitting up, he kissed me and made me forget any concerns I had, even though said concern was now trapped between us. His mouth trailed hot kisses over my chin, down the front of my neck, across my collar bone to my shoulder. As his mouth reached the strap of my bra, his fingers pulled it out of the way and down my arm. He licked and sucked his way down the edge of the cloth, crossing over to the other side, mirroring the same trail as he made his way up on the other side.
When both straps were around my elbows, he reached around pressing his long hands flat against my back as his mouth was once again on mine. While taking my lower lip into his mouth and biting it gently, his fingers undid the clasp of my bra. His hands ran up my back and over my shoulders.
Pulling my arms out of the offending cloth I heard him mummer something under his breath that sounded like beautiful but I couldn't be sure.
He pulled us down so I was laying on him and rolled until he was situated over me and between my legs. The pressure he was putting on my overheated girl bits felt amazing. He pushed forward trying get some friction and I couldn't help the porn moan that came out of me.
He grunted burying his face in my neck. I shivered at the heavy exhale that left him and blew over my neck. Leaning on one arm, the other hand found its way to my breast. Covering most of it, he used his index finger to trace around the areola, before his circles closed in over my nipple causing it to tighten even more.
Keeping up his ministrations on that breast, his mouth suddenly closed around the other.
"That feels so good," I breathed out, tangling my hands in his damp hair to hold him in place.
Teeth scraped over my nipple, making my back arch off the bed pushing myself into him further. He switched the attention he was giving my chest so that his mouth was now on the opposite breast while his hand held it firmly.
Writhing under him I needed more. My body was on fire; every point of contact that our bodies made felt like live wires sparking between us.
"Please, more. I need more," I begged. The hand on my breast began the journey down my stomach, stopping at the edge of my panties. He ran a finger from one hip to the other causing goosebumps to break out over my abdomen in anticipation of what he was going to do.
"So wet," he grunted out when his finger rubbed over my bundle of nerves covered in wet cloth. He placed small kisses along the top edge of my underwear where his finger had previously circuited.
I threw my head further back into the pillows as his rubbing sped up and his kissing progressed lower. Just as his mouth joined his fingers, he was gone. My eyes snapped open in time to see him kneel between my legs, hook his fingers in my panties, and yank them down. I pulled my knees up to help get my feet out. As soon as my feet were free I was about to lay my legs back down when his hands closed over my knees keeping them up and me open to him. The tip of his tongue swept across his lip, turning my insides to goo.
Not looking away from my face, his hands slid down my thighs. It felt like hours passed before he finally reached my core. His long finger slipped between my obscenely wet folds. His eyes rolled back and closed, a rumbling his throat. Resuming the previous fast pace he rubbed over and circled around my clit.
I was already so close and he was only touching me with his hand. In an effort to hold it off just a bit longer, I fisted the sheets digging my nails into my palms, dug my heels into the mattress, and bit my lip hard enough to cause some pain. My thighs were shaking and I really had to try not to squeeze his hand closed in between them.
"Let go. Cum for me," his words almost pushed me over the edge, but I wanted to hold on to this feeling a little longer.
Shaking my head from side to side I panted out," Not yet… feels too… good."
A finger pushed into my core and pumped in and out a few times, before he added a second, "Shit you're so tight. I need you to come. Please don't hold back we have all night."
When his fingers found my g-spot, and his mouth once again closed over my nipple I couldn't hold it in any more. "Ahhh, right there…YES!"
He slowed the pumping of his fingers while I rode out my orgasm. I felt like Jell-o when he pulled his fingers out of my body and I watched him use his hand soaked in my juices to stroke his engorged cock. It was such a simple act but it was mesmerizing to watch and know that it was my cum that he was using to pleasure himself with.
I had to touch him. I reached down between my legs rubbing my fingers between my folds getting them good and wet. He watched me with hooded, lust filled eyes, as I sat up, reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
"Ummm," he hummed in pleasure as his head fell back.
I pumped my hand up and down a few times before bringing my other hand to cup his boys, giving them some play time as well. I kept my pace quick but not too fast. Every few strokes I would bring my palm up over the head before bringing it back down and watch him lose his control and push his hips into my palm.
I could feel him start to twitch. "I need you…to stop…before I embarrass…myself," he got out between gasps.
He allowed me to pump him a few more times before he lunged forward, pushing me into the bed making me shriek and giggle like a school girl. My laugh was cut off abruptly by a gasp when I felt the head of his cock pass between my lower lips. I couldn't control my body from tensing up.
Something around us changed at that moment. His eyes went from intense raw lust to soft and caring.
"Relax, baby, you need to relax so it doesn't hurt," he cooed at me, stroking my cheek with his thumb as his fingers wrapped around the side of my neck. Looking into my eyes he leaned down and kissed me so softly that if I hadn't seen him do it, I would have thought that our lips never touched. Taking in a deep breath and exhaling it slowly, I felt the tension leave my body. I watched his face taking in his beautiful features and getting lost in the sensation as he began to push his hips forward. With each gently nudge forward, he gave my body time to adjust and I appreciated it. I didn't feel pain per se, just an uncomfortable stretching that disappeared after a few moments.
Like a bolt of lightning, everything I had been feeling all night came to the front of my mind. The feeling in the air around us, the pull that I felt towards him, the tingling when we touched, the way he made my body feel like no else had, how we melted together into one once our hips were flush and he was sheathed completely inside of me. It all felt so right that it made me sigh. I wanted this forever, but I knew couldn't keep him. I was married and until tonight, I was happy with my husband. Was this what finding your true soul mate was supposed to feel like? I thought I had found that in Mike, but I never felt any of this with him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a worried look marring his face.
Placing my palm on his cheek, trying to put all the warmth and affection into my smile that I felt in my heart, I answered him with absolute honesty. "Yes, this is perfect. I don't want this feeling to end." I was sure he wouldn't recognize the double meaning in that statement.
"Me either," was his quiet reply before he rested his forehead on mine. Before he lowered his head a flash of some emotion flitted across his face but it was gone before I could be sure of what I saw.
We both sighed when he finally began to pull back and slide inside again in a languid motion. We kissed every part of each other that we could reach without having to separate our bodies. Our hands roamed all over each other's body, almost as if trying to catalogue everything they touched.
Our heavy breathing, mingled with our moans, sighs, and grunts filled the space around us. No words were used or needed, we could see everything that needed to be said in each other's eyes.
We were both shaking with need for a release. His thrusting came faster and faster until the sound of skin slapping skin overpowered any other. He wrapped a hand around the back of my thigh, bringing my leg up to wrap around his waist and I followed suit with the other leg. He wedged his hand between us and used his thumb to tease my clit
"Oh god…I'm-," the words were lost as he crashed his mouth to mine and swallowed my screams. One more thrust and he froze, buried the hilt.
"Fuuuck," he grunted into my neck. We laid in a heap of tangled, sweaty limbs for an unknown amount of time while we waited for our breathing to return to normal.
"Wow, that was…wow." Apparently I wasn't the only one with a sex fogged brain.
"Yep," was my brilliant answer.
Rolling over onto his back, he pulled me onto him so that my head was on his chest and I had to drape my leg over his. Wrapping his arm around my back he started to caress my back in long smooth strokes from my shoulder to the dimples in my lower back. His other hand was laid on top of mine until I lifted my hand and laced our fingers together.
Now more than ever, I knew that he was the one that God had made for me. Even in silence, we were comfortable just being in the moment and closing out the world. How was I going to leave him behind and go on with my life like nothing happened?
"What are you thinking?" he asked bringing me out of my thoughts.
"How happy I am right now, here with you." No sense in lying, in the morning we would go our separate ways, never to see each other again. As right as this was, I had a husband at home who loved me and we were working towards a family. I couldn't leave him now after all we had been through.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I would love nothing more than to stay wrapped up in this bubble of perfection with you." His eyes held no deceit, maybe he did feel the same things I did. I'd never truly know.
We had a few more hours left of our night and I planned to make use of it. I ran my hand down to his hips and notice he hadn't gone completely flaccid. With a smirk on my face I sat atop him and rubbed the head of his member on my still sensitive nerves, bringing him back to life.
We enjoyed the next few hours switching from slow and sensual love making to fast and hard fucking. We were completely exhausted by the time we got in the shower.
We lay in bed, quietly holding one another face to face for a long time, but didn't speak. Eventually, his breathing slowed and evened out and I knew he had fallen asleep. I needed to leave before he woke up, but it was so hard to pull myself away from him. I decided that a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, so I laid there knowing I was going to disappear and never see the man, who would forever own a piece of my heart, ever again. I ran my finger ever so lightly over his eyebrow, down his cheekbone, across his lips, over his chin, down his neck over his Adam's apple, to his collarbone, finally reaching his chest above his heart. I placed a kiss over his heart and eased myself out of his grasp. Before getting off the bed, I kissed his soft lips for the last time.
I got dressed in the dark and grabbed my purse off the dresser on my way to the door. With a last look over my shoulder, I felt my heart break looking at the naked man on the bed, knowing we were meant to be but never would be. I caught sight of a notepad and pen on the table and decided to leave him a note, a little something to remember our night together.
How are you going to start the note, Bella, you don't even know his name.
Looking in his wallet would be a logical thing to do, but if he didn't tell me his name maybe there was a reason. I chose not to look and just began to write.
I'm sorry I left while you were sleeping. I hope you aren't too upset. I'll never know how you felt about tonight but I want you to know that this was a night I will carry with me forever. I will never forget you and our wonderful night of passion.
Forever thinking of you,
I signed my name so he would have a name to put with the face, if he cared to remember me at all. I walked quietly back over to the bed and placed the note on the pillow next to him. I leaned over and whispered in his ear, "Goodbye, my beautiful stranger."
Walking to the door I had to wipe a tear away as it ran down my cheek. This time I didn't look back because I knew I wouldn't leave if I did.
Just before the door shut completely behind me, I heard him mutter a sleepy, "My angel." The soft click of the door sliding home sounded deafening to my ears.
I had to get the hell out of there before I turned around and started banging on the door, so I ran as fast as my legs would carry me to my car. I jumped in, turned the key, and started the drive back to Seattle.
I hope that you guys like this. It is the first story that I have written since I was in school and that was many, many years ago! It was inspired by the song All I want to do is make love to you by Heart, which I love. If you haven't heard it you may want to give it a listen.
I have to send a huge Thank you to troublefollows1017 for pre-reading this and cleaning up all my mistakes(which were many!), and for all the support and encouragment to get me to post this baby.
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