The room
was bathe in a soft glow from the candle light and the scent of warm
vanilla wafted through the air. The large, inviting four poster bed
stood ready with the coverlet turned down. She had placed the other
things they might want or need in the bedside table.
Courtney
surveyed her handiwork and smiled as she thought back over the last
year. A shiver of anticipation rippled through her as she thought
about Mark. Just the sight of his sexy blue eyes and beguiling smile
made her weak in the knees. Things had started as a friendship and
had quickly progressed to.... She wasn't sure what label could be
placed on their relationship, but for this one night that didn't
matter.
It was
getting late, so she quickly started the water for her shower.
Standing under the steamy water she slowly ran her hands across her
wet body remembering. Remembering his gentle touch. The feel of his
muscular body. Courtney shook her head because now wasn't the time
to get lost in a daydream. She had to get ready.
Mark walked
toward the hotel room and thought back over the last year. He hadn't
plan to start or continue his friendship with Courtney, but he
couldn't manage to break things off. At some point she had become a
necessary part of his daily life. Her quick wit and infectious
laughter, not to mention her sexy body, made him crave her presence.
Every
moment they shared was borrowed or stolen from their respective
spouses. Each time they were together was barely enough to quench
their ever growing thirst for the other. Mark had months ago
asked Courtney the one thing she would want for her birthday and promised to move heaven and earth to grant that wish. She had
requested this one night.
He paused
at the door and gazed appreciatively at all of her preparations. He
noted the way she had carefully staged the room with flowers and
candles and chuckled when he picked up the skimpy piece of lingerie
haphazardly thrown on top of the bed. The effort was appreciated,
but he knew that she would only be wearing it momentarily.
Hearing the
shower running he moved towards the slightly ajar bathroom door.
Easing the door open more, he watched as she ran her soapy hands
across her ample breasts and down her soft, rounded belly. He loved
all the womanly curves that she herself despised. Watching her bathe
made him desire to touch, taste, and feel all the places where the
water now ran.
Stepping
out of the shower, Courtney picked up a towel and begin drying her
face. Taking the towel away, she was startled to see Mark standing
in the doorway naked and smiling. This wasn't how she had planned to
greet him!
Before she
could say a word, Mark wrapped his arms around her still wet body and
begin to kiss her. Whatever thoughts she might have had were lost in
the passionate embrace. Courtney felt herself being picked up and
carried to the bed. Tonight she was safe and she was in his arms.
That was enough for now.
********************
Their
kisses quickly became more heated and urgent. The desire to be
connected overrode gentleness or tenderness and this time the need
had to be met. Before she could catch her breath, Courtney felt
Mark spread her legs and in one stroke he had entered her to the
hilt. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his body and
matched his rhythm stroke for stroke.
Mark tried
his best to gain control, but each time he slid into her sweet, wet
pussy it made him hunger for more. Slamming into her repeatedly, he
could hear her moans of delight and felt her fingernails digging into
his back as she bucked underneath him. He could feel her tighten
around his shaft and it sent him over the edge. It was happening so
fast, but it felt so good.
All the
emotions she had fought so hard to hide the last year poured from her
into their connection. Courtney opened her eyes to find Mark
watching her closely. Could he see what she was so desperately
trying to suppress? She saw a flicker of something in his eyes, but
just as quickly it was gone.
Watching
her face as he plunged into her, a wave of guilt washed over him.
During the last year, she often expressed her feelings for him, but
he had never reciprocated. More often he had purposely said things
in the hopes of protecting her from future hurt. He'd said those
things because he had nothing to offer outside of this.
Kissing her
deeply, he hoped to block out the love he saw in her eyes. He
trailed tender kisses along her neck, between her breasts and sucked
one nipple into his mouth until he felt it pucker. He held the other
breast in his hand and pinched the nipple. Courtney gasped and he
felt her cupping his ass as she sought more. When he felt her body
spasm below him and heard her cries, he allowed himself release.
Minutes
passed with their sweat soaked bodies still entwined. The comforting
weight of him anchoring her to reality. Courtney wanted this moment
to last a lifetime. Mark wanted to want this moment to last a
lifetime.
********************
Courtney
opened her eyes slightly confused by her surroundings. As she
stretched, memories of the past night washed over her and threatened
to weaken her hard won resolve. She turned her head slightly and saw
Mark's profile buried in the pillow they shared. Feeling herself
relax into his warmth, she chastised herself for forgetting.
Wiping away
the tears that obscured her vision, she clumsily worked to put her
clothes on in the dimly lit room. She had planned everything up to
this moment, but it was becoming increasingly harder to carry it out.
Reaching into her purse, she withdrew the carefully written note and
placed it beneath his cellphone.
Small
slivers of light peeked through the curtains and she could see him
contently sleeping on his stomach. His arm was still outstretched
across the space she had just occupied. She wasn't expecting the
heart clenching pain she felt as she saw him shift and move,
searching for her. It was time to go. She had asked for and
received her one night.
Mark opened
his eyes as he felt the lost of warmth next to him. Last night he
had fallen asleep fully satisfied with Courtney snuggled closely by
his side. They had made love in every way imaginable. There were no
more firsts left on his list – they had covered all the bases.
Now he only saw small remnants of evidence that she had been there,
but he could smell the sweet, musky scent of her on the pillow and
sheets.
Closing his
eyes, he guessed that she was in the shower, but something kept
niggling at the back of his mind and his eyes drifted open again.
They had showered together before falling exhausted into bed; fully
intending to rest and then start again. He threw back the covers and
stepped down off the bed. A quick search of the room proved what he
already feared, She was gone.
Moving to
retrieve his phone from the bedside table, he saw a purple envelope
prop against the lamp. The envelope was innocuous in itself, but he
felt sure that whatever was in the note would be unpleasant.
