"I'm at the Winsdor, at 17th and the Parkway, room 1912," she told him. She ended the call before he could say anything. She wasn't sure if he would come, if he'd want to. She just knew she needed to make the offer. She wasn't prepared to hear any disclaimers or regrets. Either he'd show or he wouldn't. Mentally, she prepared for the worst scenario, the one that would hurt her the most. She told herself that he wasn't going to show up and he wasn't going to text her either. She moved from there to the second worst- no show with text stating she should leave him alone. Her mind ran through the possible permutations and prepared for each possibility. That's what her life was like. Expect the worst so that when it bit her on the ass, it wouldn't have the satisfaction of hearing her cry.
She decided to take a shower, wash away some of the overthinking. She took a sip from her wine glass, then stripped quickly in the vanity area outside the bathroom. She was happy to see that the shower had a detachable shower head. If he didn't show, she knew who her date for the evening would be. As the water pulsed against her skin she attempted to slow her mind. It was like this every time. She didn't know where they stood and she knew it was unfair of her to have expectations. She was working her way through a legal separation and she knew it wasn't fair to drag someone else into that mess. The water against her skin reminded her of that first night, standing on his doorstep, hoping he'd invite her in. Now she hoped that he'd come.
Teresa allowed the water to work the tension from her body. Her life had devolved into a string of responsibilities with minimal time to let go. Tonight was a gift to herself, away from the noise and distraction of what was once home. Whether Peter showed or not, she planned on enjoying her evening. She found it always best to make a backup plan in case she was disappointed; she began creating a mental inventory of what she would do if Peter didn't come. She'd already bought her favorite wine and chocolate, but hadn't taken a look at the room service menu. She'd probably order dinner and maybe watch a movie, something she could escape into, she decided.
The knock came as she was drying off. She wrapped the towel around her and walked to the door. She smiled as she saw Peter through the peephole. She allowed herself a deep breath, then opened the door.
"Hey," she said as she smiled at him. Peter was surprised to find her in a towel, her hair wet upon her shoulders. He dropped his bag by the door and kissed her deeply without saying a word. His body pressed against her, pushing her back towards the wall of the entryway as his hand became entangled in her hair. Teresa moaned, happy to be feeling him against her again. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as her nails dug into his back. The intensity of the kiss made her ache, as she simultaneously longed for it to continue and to feel him inside her. She lost all perspective when she was with him and the feeling of floating was delicious.
Peter stepped back slightly and ripped the towel from her body, before pressing against her once again. He grabbed her arms and pinned them to the wall as he continued passionately kissing her. Teresa's hips ground against him instinctively, seeking him out. His clothing felt rough against her naked flesh, but she enjoyed it.
Peter released her hands to touch her. The feel of a woman against his hands never grew old. He tried to enjoy each time like it could be the last, though he'd had enough with endings. His hands ran down her upraised arms and over the sides of her breasts, the curve of her waists, momentarily pausing at her hips. He pulled her hips even tighter against him. Teresa could feel his hardness through his pants and moaned in anticipation.
He kneeled down before her, inhaling her scent. She watched as he teasingly nibbled her thigh, then slid a finger inside her. Peter licked around her clit as he slowly fingered her. Teresa, leaned back against the wall, using it for support. Her recent go-to fantasies featured him and to have him before her, touching her; the tangibility of the fantasy was almost frightening, but in a way that only heightened his caresses. She moaned as he flicked at her clit, while his fingers continued pumping into her quickly. She closed her eyes, allowing her body to be overtaken by sensation.
Peter hadn't known what to expect on his way over. Now though, he just wanted to be inside of Teresa. He stood back up and unbuttoned his pants as he kissed her hard. She was so wet and he wanted to feel her juices dripping down his cock. He bent his knees and thrust deeply into her. Teresa moaned loudly, glad to finally feel him within her. He grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up and keeping her in position against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him, feeling the soft material of his shirt against her breasts and the slightly textured wallpaper on her back. Teresa wrapped her arms around his neck as she continued to kiss him, wanting to devour him as he pumped into her furiously. Each thrust made her gasp. She pressed her nails into his back as her tongue explored his mouth. His forcefulness made her feel desired in a way she hadn't felt for years.
Peter thrust into her deeply, pulling her hips against him as he came. He broke their kiss and bit her shoulder as his juices filled her. Her heavy breathing filled his ear, tempting him further. Slowly, he released one leg at at a time, allowing her to stand again.
"Hi," he said, smiling devilishly. He kissed her, then pulled up his pants.
"Mmm, I'm glad you came," Teresa told him. "Are you hungry?"
