One Night

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.

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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.

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 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.