For years they had come together, sneaking in days and sometimes even as much as a week. Being together made each feel whole β despite the fact that neither was free. He told her endlessly, come what may, she would always be in his life. And although she wanted desperately to believe in his words she knew they would soon approach a crossroad.
And then it happened, he said it β "I want more", and she knew deep down that her time with him was limited.
They had planned to meet for a weekend and she packed as she always had and tried to quell the feelings boiling inside her. She knew this day would come and genuinely thought she could approach it with indifference.
But, no man had ever affected her the way he did .. no man ever would. It was torture, the wanting, the needing and the knowing. She yearned for him even as she tried to forget he'd ever existed.
As she was nearing the hotel, she received a text, "Pitter pat" it said. This was his way of telling her that he was excited and his heart was going pitter pat in anticipation of being together. As she smiled tears welled in her eyes. "Please," she thought, "Let me be wrong, please. Let me have more time with him".
When he opened the door to her, his smile told her everything she needed to know. He still wanted her, cared for her, ached for her. He captured her hello with his kiss. Deep, warm and wanting his tongue searched her mouth, teasing her as only he can and she become instantly wet for him.
He looked into her eyes and said, "I need you. Make love to me."
She felt dizzy because she knew he meant it and whatever else was going on, whatever else was happening between them, this was real, if even for just this moment and it was just for that moment. It was real and he loved her and it was better than anything she could have dreamed of and yet her heart ached with the knowledge that this might be the last time.
"Don't do this to me ... don't break my heart, I don't deserve it", she screamed madly in her head but could not force the words to be spoken aloud.
The dark sensuality in his eyes made her tremble. He pushed her back to the wall and pressed his body to hers. She could feel his harden manhood and a moan escaped her throat. He brought his lips to her neck and gently nibbled under her ear, knowing this mere action would leave her open to him. His hand moved from her neck, slowly down her chest and barely rested his hand over her breast. She arched her body into his hand but he held back, gently caressing her breast, feeling her nipple harden to his touch. With each erotic movement her pulse beat faster and faster until her brain was spinning and her skin steamed from his heated touch.
God, he wanted her more deeply than he had ever wanted anyone before and was possessed of a yearning so fierce that it horrified him. He wanted her bucking beneath him in wild spasms of passion, clutching his bare shoulders with frantic fingers, crying out in the sweet fever of ecstasy. This woman that gave to him so unconditionally, the only one able to break his heart.