I'm not sure how long I was out for, but when I awoke, I was alone in the bed. I bolted up straight, looking around for where he had gone, and found his shirt on the floor. I slipped it on, buttoning a couple of buttons, and padded out of the bedroom to see if I could find him. As I walked around the corner, I could hear the water running in the bathroom. Ah....he was taking a shower! How fun would it be to join him? I tiptoed to the door and tested it gingerly. Locked. Oh well, maybe I can join him another time.
My stomach chose that moment to let out a loud protest, reminding me that I hadn't consumed much more than sugar and alcohol in recent memory. I meandered into the kitchen to see what I could whip up for a snack. Opening the fridge, I took out some cheese, meat, pickles and olives. I figured I could throw together a charcuterie board to tide me over. I grabbed the cutting board and a knife and got to work.
As I was cutting the cheese into slices, I heard the bathroom open from down the hall. His sent wafted down the hall on the steam from the shower, and like Pavlov's dogs I instantly got turned on. I was enjoying the scent so much that I didn't realize that he had walked up behind me until he was nuzzling my neck and wrapping his arms around my waist.
"Hmm..... that looks good. I'm starving." he hummed. I laid down the knife I was holding and turned in his arms to kiss him soundly.
"I'm sure you are...." I teased looking down. He only had on my towel wrapped around his hips. It was slung so low that it was showing off the delectable 'v' trail of his abs leading towards his happy spot. I traced the grooves lightly with my fingertips before running them underneath the top edge of the towel. His lids grew heavy with lust under my movements.
"You do look VERY tasty wearing my towel" I purred. The towel did little to hide his growing excitement. I could feel my nipples ache to be touched as they rubbed against the inside of his shirt.
"You know, I'm never going to be able to wear that shirt again without picturing you in it. It really is the sexiest thing I've ever seen you wear" his hands settled on my hips. I curled my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and rose to my tiptoes to kiss him languidly. He slid his hands down to my ass and picked me up. As he turned back towards the bedroom, my stomach made its presence known with a large protest to still being empty.
He froze and slid me down his body till my feet were back on the ground. I whimpered as he backed up, holding me at arms length.
"I can't have you wasting away from hunger love. Can I help?" he scanned the groceries I had taken out of the fridge.
"I'm almost done. You interested?" I turned back towards the counter to continue preparing the nosh.
"Sure. " He started towards the fridge. "You want a drink?"
"I'd love one. There's white wine and beer in the fridge, as well as water and soda. Help yourself. I'll take a white wine if you don't mind."
The domestic nature of the two of us in the kitchen together, made me realized I how much I enjoyed just being able to spend time with him. As I finished putting the platter together, he found the wine glasses in my cabinets and opened the bottle of Riesling I had chilling in the fridge. He poured two glasses and came over to me.
"Cheers," he said, handing me my glass, we clinked drinks. I took a sip of the wine taking the time to enjoy the crisp sweetness and grabbed the completed platter. I started off towards the living room. He followed behind with his glass of wine and some napkins. I placed the platter on the coffee table and plopped down onto the couch. He sat down behind me, and sat his glass and the napkins next to the platter. Then he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me backwards between his legs until my back was snug against his chest.
"Mmmm. I could get used to this." he mumbled as he nuzzled the crook of my neck. I tilted my head to the side allowing him better access. "My incredibly sexy, satiated woman wearing my shirt, a good glass of wine, and a snack. Doesn't get much better." I closed my eyes and took a sip of wine, savoring the feeling of being wrapped in his arms. I sighed at the perfection of the moment. Of course my stomach chose that moment to once again complain about the lack of food in it. We both chuckled quietly as it broke the silence. I leaned forward, and placed my wine on the table. I picked up some cheese, meat and a pickle, popped the bite in my mouth and started to chew.
"What would you like?" As I leaned forward again to create a bite for him, he snaked his arm around my middle playfully pinning me back. I started to giggle and squirm as he kissed my neck growling. "You."
I turned my head and kissed him hard, my hand spanning his cheek. I savored the rumble in his chest as my lips touched his, reigniting the fire in my blood. Time stood still as we kissed, the passion between us roaring to life again. When I finally sat back, I reached over and popped an olive in my mouth and created a meat/cheese bite for him. I held the bite between my fingers as I offered it to him. He accepted it, wrapping his lips around both the food and my fingers sucking on them teasingly as I withdrew them from his mouth. As we chewed in silence, I couldn't get over how right this all felt. As though this was the life I should be leading, not hiding in the shadows like a dirty little secret. I sighed, the tears welling in my eyes involuntarily at the thought. I was reaching for another bite when he saw the tears threatening to fall.
"Sweetheart, why the tears? Is something wrong? I shook my head.
"Nothing's wrong and that's the point." He looked at me quizzically as I continued. "It's perfect. There is something SO RIGHT about this. About me being here in your arms, in just your shirt, enjoying a glass of wine, the afternoon and the company. I'm just about the happiest I've ever been." He laid me back on the couch as he hovered over me. He linked our fingers together on both hands and kissed me breathless.
"I have an idea. Why don't we disappear for the weekend? Somewhere we don't have to sneak around. Somewhere we can just be a couple and do couple things. Would you like that? I want to take you out, and show you off. I want to be the envy of every man in the room because you're with me. Then, I want to take you back to "our place", fuck you until we're both spent, and fall asleep with you wrapped in my arms. I want to be able to kiss you awake in the morning. I want to be able to hold your hand, draw you close to my side, or kiss you whenever the mood strikes me. I want you to be mine." He kissed the tip of my nose. "What do you say?" My heart soared at his suggestion. I sat up, pushing him back as I did.
"Wanna help me pack?"
"A little eager, are we? I thought we could play a little more before we left." His hand slipped under his shirt and skimmed it across my aching breast. I closed my eyes and arched into his touch, mewling in delight. He started kissing me again as he was kneading my breast, his other hand cupping my neck pulling me in closer and claiming me. I tugged at the towel around his waist, letting it fall to the ground and wrapped my legs around him. He entered me swiftly as he nipped at my neck behind my ear. I cried out in delight and shuddered from the delicious intrusion.
"Oh. My. God. I thought it was unbelievable the first time," he panted in my ear as he again let my body adjust to his. "But you really are amazing. It's like we were made for each other. The way your body responds is surreal..." He started to move in and out agonizingly slow. I panted with desire, arching my body more so he could satisfy the ache of my nipples. He propped himself up on his elbows and froze. My eyes popped open to find him staring at me.
"Mine."
And with that he claimed me. Totally and completely. His lips came crashing down hungerly on mine as he began to pound my swollen, wet pussy. With each thrust he would draw himself out to the tip, only to push to bury himself back inside me to the hilt. He punctuated each thrust with "Mine" as though he was saying a prayer or mantra. I couldn't hold back. The friction of his chest and shirt rubbing my engorged nipples, the sensation of my pussy gripping his velvety steel cock as it plummeted into my depths, had me screaming.
"Yes! Yes! Oh god! More!"
And lighting fast my body climbed to the summit of my orgasm....and then stalled. As I teetered on the edge, I opened my eyes to stare at the man providing me so much pleasure. Locking eyes, he slammed into me one last time sending me cascading over the edge.
"MINE!" he roared as he pitched over the edge as well. I shuddered and quaked as his cum coated me inside. I could feel the head of his cock bob against the walls of my vagina as he released his load. We both laid there stunned and panting for a few moments.
As much as I wanted to continue...the realization of where we actually were overtook me. Suddenly I couldn't wait to get out of this apartment. I didn't want the ghosts of the past to taint the present. I kissed him fiercely as I disengaged my legs from his waist. Grabbing his hands, I held them as I stood up, rolling him off to the side.
"Let's get going. I'll let you pick out what I wear and pack. Please? If we hurry and go now, we'll have more time together. Please???" He groaned in protest as he stood.
"I can't say no to you when you make such valid points." He kissed my forehead and then our clasped hands. "Come on. Let's get dressed and you packed." He bent down and grabbed the towel and wrapped it once again around his waist as we started down the hallway towards the bedroom.
"What about you? Don't you need to pack?" I asked over my shoulder as we walked, not that I was looking forward to going to the house he shared with his family, but I figured he needed stuff too.
"I'm all set. I have a bag packed and in the car waiting." I stopped and spun on him angrily, my fists clenching by my sides.
"So, what, you planned this? Seducing me? Making me fall for you? What, were you planning to stay here??" my voice rising slightly as I spoke. I was hurt. I thought that he had really wanted me, not just some place to stay. The humiliation of being manipulated, again, by a man started to creep in. I shook my head in disgrace and pain and turned back towards the bedroom.
"Hun, you misunderstood." He said quietly. "My bag has been in the car since yesterday. I spent last night in the office. I had planned to go away this weekend anyway. I needed a break. To get away from everything. That was until I kissed you last night. Then everything changed." He came up and started to rub my arms gently. I turned to look at him, my pain dissipating. "I didn't expect—this. You. Us. But I wouldn't change what's happened for anything." The sincerity in his eyes was undeniable. I felt myself soften in relief. Wrapping his arms around me he continued, "Will you still come with me? Please?" I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his chest.
"Where were you planning on going?"
"I honestly didn't have a destination planned." I pulled back and looked at him confused.
"I was going to just drive until I got tired. I was going to take this weekend and evaluate what I wanted in my life. But," he took my face in his hands and tipped it upwards "once I kissed you, everything became clear to me. I realized I wanted you. That I need you in my life. And once you admitted your feelings for me this morning... " He kissed me again. "This little pit stop here was just because we couldn't keep our hands off each other and I couldn't wait any longer. " I smiled. "Now, let's get dressed, get you packed and get on the road. Sound good?"
