Stolen Moments

They had such little time together. It went so fast that it seemed, just as soon as they were together, wrapping their arms around each other in a passionate greeting, they were then saying painful, tearful goodbyes. They both had lives separate from each other, someone waiting at home, but their hearts remained ever faithful to each other. The duplicity of their lives weighed heavily on their conscience but the love they had for each other could not be denied. They had tried to be true and deny the love they felt and the need they fulfilled in each other's arms but the pain and emptiness felt from their separation and denial was too great for either of them to bare.

So, once a month, they were whole. Once a month for thirty-six hours they were together to bask in the glory of each other. Their separate lives, their spouses, their kids, their jobs and the five hundred miles that kept them apart, melted away into nothing. Nothing existed but the two of them. They swore to themselves and to each other that the lies would end and they would eventually be together. That in time, they would have done all that was necessary to ensure that breaks were clean, children were sheltered and money was saved so that they could finally be together, for good. The timeframe had been set and though neither of them wanted the separation to extend for such a long period of time, they knew that they really had little choice. They had to prepare. When the time came, they had to be ready and the breaks had to be swift and clean. Careful planning was the only way.

Often they would alternate their meetings, near her then near him and sometimes meet in the middle, in some small, out of the way town where they could pretend, even for a short time, that there really wasn't anyone else in their lives. They could pretend they were simply on a weekend getaway from a life they shared together. So it was this time as well, that they met in a city that was a halfway point between them, making the trip for both of them a 6 hour drive.

She arrived before him at the designated motel. Having signed in, she waited anxiously for him to walk through the door and wrap his arms around her. She had news this month and she hoped that it would be considered welcome. When he knocked on the door, she rushed to open it and threw her arms around him. His mouth was instantly on hers and the last month spent apart vanished for them both. All words meant to be said, all discussions meant to be had, all intentions lost the moment their lips met.

Wrapping his arms around her, he hungrily kissed her as he entered the room, kicking the door closed with his heel. Their hands moved frantically over each other. Clothes were shed and left on the floor where they fell, as the lovers made their way to the queen size bed that awaited them. He lifted her up into his arms and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her the rest of the way. Passionate words of love were whispered between kisses. It was only in these stolen moments that they could truly feel happy. In these precious hours spent together in each other's arms, they could truly be themselves and not the people they pretended to be in their other lives.

At the foot of the bed he let her fall back, bouncing off the mattress, and gazed down at her. She was the most beautiful woman in the world to him. She was everything he needed and the love he had for her, could never be matched with another. She was the Yin to his Yang and his desire for her never waned. Looking down at her naked body now, he knew he would not be able to go slow until much later. Right now, the need was fierce and would not wait. Grasping the ankle of her right leg, he lifted it to rest on his shoulder then swiftly his hand came down to strike her backside, causing her to yelp in surprise then grin up at him with unmasked desire. This is what she came for. This was the need that no one else could fulfill.

Their lovemaking was many things but sweet and slow was rarely for them. Their needs ran to the more exotic, the more aggressive. His hand making her backside red was just the beginning for them. Her arousal increased with each contact his hand made with her tender flesh. His fingers went to the juncture of her thighs and stroked her lovingly, gathering the increasing wetness from her arousal on his fingers, he then slide a single digit into her alternate entry point, causing her to moan and wriggle her hips. His other hand went to her breast and squeezed the hardened nub of her nipple roughly. Her nails raked down his arms leaving a trail of red marks in their wake as he entered her, his finger still moving within her. She raised her left leg to rest it on his shoulder, allowing him deeper access into her as her hands went to her breasts. He quickly withdrew himself from her and replaced the digit he had been moving within her with his hard arousal then used his thumb to stroke the harden nub of her clitoris, pushing her to orgasm.

They moved together furiously, roughly, untamed, allowing the frenzy within them to drive them forward. The sounds of their passion could be heard down the hall of their motel but they didn't care. They came together in a powerful explosion that left them both panting and spent, for the moment. This was just the beginning. In the next thirty-six hours they would explore each other's bodies and push each other's limits like no one else in their lives ever could. This was the time where they could love as they wanted to love and be loved as they wanted to be loved. The trust they shared was a trust they could never have with any other. These were their stolen moments. This was their time.

They would discuss the future, as they always did during each encounter and she would tell him her news. Things were not working out exactly as planned but they would work through it and the rest of their weekend was spent talking, eating, loving, exploring and challenging each other. When the time came to say goodbye, she would hold back her tears, he would cling to her tightly. They would make their promises and knew that they would talk at every opportunity; email, chat, text, all the resources of communication they had at their disposal would be used to ensure that they always had their lifelines to each other. They would meet again, in another month as was the promise they had made to each other long ago and had yet to break.

They parted and drove off in their opposing directions, leaving their hearts with the one they were longing to stay with just a little while longer. This stolen moment had come to an end. They prayed their next moment would come to them quickly