We spend the rest of the day laughing, flirting and just joking around, enjoying each other’s company. As the day wanes to dusk, I find myself reluctant to call it a night because I’m not ready to leave him. Unfortunately, I’m not yet brave enough to ask him if he wants to accompany me to my room for the evening, the night, or hell, the rest of my stay. As if he notices my hesitancy, he stands, taking me by the hands and pulls me into his arms.
“Would it be presumptuous to ask if you would spend the evening with me? I’ve truly enjoyed the day,” he whispers with a soft smile.
His brief statement gives me a bit of bravado, I kiss him gently on the lips before tilting my head in the direction of my room, lifting my shoulder as I reply.
“Only if you stay the night.”
After walking me to my door, James kisses me gently before promising to “pick me up” for dinner. That was two hours ago. I pace my room, every nerve on high alert as I smooth my little black dress over my hips once more. It’s been years since I’ve been on a date. I need this desperately. I’m not mistaken, I know more than likely, this interlude will not go further than this weekend. But if I’ve learned anything, I know when I get home I have serious steps to take. Tristian and I are over, but James has proved I’m still desirable, sexy, and someone somewhere will want me. Before I can dive deeper into my thoughts, a light knock on my door pulls me back to reality. Butterflies to take flight in my stomach. Counting to ten to slow my rapid heartbeat, I pause before opening the door.
The man standing before me takes my breath away. James is an enticing image in khaki pants, white linen shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. Every one of my senses is comes alive.
He leans in to kiss me gently before pulling away. It takes all my self-control to refrain from pulling him into my room and ravaging him. Something tells me he’s not the type of man who enjoys being “topped”.
We head to one of the restaurants housed by the resort, a five-star steakhouse that is second to none. The entire dinner flows seamlessly, as if we have known each other for years. There are no awkward moments, no evidence of a generation gap. We’re just two people enjoying each other's company. I laugh repeatedly over his jokes and witty observations, so much my sides hurt. We finally decide to leave the restaurant when we notice the employees are cutting impatient glares at us, the tell-tale signal we’ve overstayed our welcome.
“I was thinking,” he begins softly.
“Did it hurt?” I spit out on a giggle. I can’t help but be a smartass. It’s in my DNA.
“Jokes, huh?” he says as he takes my hand with an amused smile. “No, I was thinking...”
Turning to me, he runs his finger along the side of my face, down my cheek, following over my neck to my collar bone, eliciting a shiver from me,
“How about if we take a walk before I lead you back to your room, strip you out of that sexy black dress, and fuck you like you deserve? Does that sound good to you?”
I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding with a whoosh. All I can do is nod, voice coming out in a squeak.
“That… ah... sounds good to me.” Truth be told, I need what he’s offering. There’s no way I’d turn him down.
We stroll leisurely around the garden. It’s spectacularly gorgeous and enticing. Truth be told, any other time I would stop to admire each gorgeous flower. However, tonight, ever since his statement, all I can think about is him ravishing me. When I’ve finally had enough I embrace my newfound boldness. Turning to James, I stand on my tip-toes and slam my mouth against him, devouring his lips. My tongue mimics the fucking I’m anticipating.
“James, I need you to take me back to my room right this instant.” I plead.
“Well, usually I’m not one for allowing my women to top from the bottom, but I’m not about to disagree right now. I’m as eager as you are.”
My stomach leaps at the words ‘his woman’. I can’t remember a single time Tristian made such a declaration. Come to think of it he was never very assertive in the bedroom to begin with.
“JAMES, what are you doing?” I squeal as my feet are suddenly taken from beneath me.
“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m carrying my woman to bed.” He cradles me in his arms, chuckling as I bury my head against his shoulder. I can’t help but swoon like a love-struck teenager.
We make it back to my room in record time, nearly breaking down the door in the process. Once inside, James heads straight for the bed, tossing me down, before kicking off his shoes and stripping his shirt and pants.
“Savy, I want you. More than I’ve ever wanted another person. I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” he warns me.
Instead of replying, I rise to my knees, slowly removing my dress, revealing my black lace matching lingerie set. I hear his groan in the back of his throat. Spurred on by his obvious approval of my choice of undergarments, I take my time removing them, tossing each piece in his direction. Once I’m completely naked and laid out before him, I crook my finger in a come-hither motion.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask in a husky voice.
He is on me quicker than the speed of light. His mouth grazes my body, showering kisses on my skin as he trails his way down to where I need him to be. The moment his lips reach my aching clit, he sucks and licks as if his life depends on it, sending me spiraling straight toward the apex of my orgasm. Before I can reach that blissful state, he abruptly removes his mouth, hovering over me. I rise slightly bringing my mouth to his, licking my juices off his lips, the sweet takes of me on him is more addicting than wine.
“Kitten, I can’t wait. I need to be inside you,” he whisper-moans.
I nod my head as I spread my legs, raisings my hips to invite his rigid cock. The moment his head touches my lips, I feel them easily part, welcoming him as if he was coming home.
He thrusts fully into my core, never giving me a moment to adjust to his thick steel-hard cock. I clench around him unconsciously, earning a hiss. I see him strain with himself, as if he is at war between being gentle and fucking me into oblivion. I don’t want gentle. I want him to ravage me, to take me… possess me… to own me.
“James, Please, I need you to fuck me hard. Enough of this gentle shit. FUCK. ME.”
A fire lights his gorgeous eyes, showing a deviant side I’ve not seen. I’ve freed the inner beast.
“You asked for it, Kitten,”
With that he slams his mouth to mine, kissing me hard before sliding his dick, slick with my juices in to the hilt before withdrawing and slamming into me again. As I feel him crush my cervix, my back bows, the whining cries that escape my lips sound foreign to me. I can’t control wanton creature I’ve become. James suddenly grabs my throat firmly, but not too hard, pinning me to the bed,
“You won’t come until I tell I give you permission. Understood?”
With a gasp, I nod in agreement, completely enraptured by this man. He continues to fuck me while I grind with him. He simultaneously hits my g-spot as he swivels his hips against my clit. I rush towards my orgasm, full speed ahead. Every ounce of self-control within me is used to rein my climax in, keeping as tight a leash on it as I can.
“James, Please, I need… I need… I need to come, baby please”.
“You want to come for me, Kitten?” he purrs in my ear, slowing his thrust.
“Yes, please baby, please.” I moan, clawing at his back, certain I’ve drawn blood.
With his thrusting slowed, he keeps me on the brink, my orgasm just out of reach, as if dangling it in front of my face. With his lips millimeters from my ear, I hear him whisper.
“Come now, Kitten,” he orders as he hammers into me harder and faster than before. Stars explode behind my eyes, uncontrollably crying out as I writhe beneath him, our bodies slapping loudly together. I ride my orgasm until I can’t come anymore.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers.
With my pussy still convulsing around his thick cock, squeezing and gripping him tight within m
e, I feel him come undone, shooting his hot load deep into my womb. The sensation brings me a second shattering orgasm.
I can hardly breathe when he finally slows, and he rolls to his side, taking me with him, neither of us eager to break contact. He gently lays tiny kisses across my face, neither of us speaking and breaking the silence.
Once our heart rates have slowed and we’re able to breathe normally again, he speaks.
“Thank you kitten, that was… simply amazing.”
I smile, snuggling deeper into his embrace, with heavy eyelids. Just before I drift off to sleep, I quietly mutter my response.
“Ditto,” I whisper. I feel his chest rumble in silent laughter as he gently caresses my back, then smoothing my damp hair from my face. I quickly drift to sleep.
I wake up slowly, my surroundings gradually registering in my sleep-hazed mind. My entire body feels alive for the first time in years. There is a delicious ache between my legs and a light sheen covers my body, causing the eight hundred thread-count Egyptian cotton sheets to stick slightly to my naked form. There is no doubt, I’ve been freshly fucked. How different was my life a mere forty-eight hours ago? I stretch my tight muscles, letting out a low moan in the process. That felt so good. Hearing a deep throaty groan, I gently open my eyes and turn toward the sound.
I can’t help but smile at the Adonis before me, bearing the priceless gift of coffee.
“Kitten, you moan like that again and your coffee will go cold.”
I contemplate for a moment before throwing the covers back and revealing my wanting body. He is on me with the speed and enthusiasm of only someone ten years my junior can. As he slides his thick steel cock into my core, all thoughts of my previous life two days before disappearing, replaced with pure bliss as he fucks me until I am well and truly satisfied.
We lay there momentarily, basking in the post orgasmic bliss when a shrill noise brings me back to reality. Looking at my phone, I see it’s Tristian calling. Not really wanting to speak to him, I asshole the call and stare at my phone. A gentle tap on my shoulder startles me back to the present. The sight before me brings tears to my eyes. James, in all his naked splendor is handing me a fresh cup of hot coffee. Now, a normal woman would kiss him and shower him with affection, right? Not me, I burst into tears. I’ve just cheated on my husband… repeatedly. Now, granted I told him I was done before I left, but still. I took vows, I made a promise. The emotions of the past weekend flood me. A torrent of tears escapes and there is no way to stop them. I fully expect James to high tail it and run off. Instead he grabs a robe and a box of tissues, wraps me up in the soft cotton before drying my tears and surrounding me in his strong arms.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?” he asks with genuine concern in his voice.
How is he still here? He should have run by now. I know anytime the tears came, Tristian was out the door like house was on fire, He’d never stick around for the girl stuff, as he called it.
I look at James, completely surprised, yet grateful. As he sees my perplexed look, he laughs lightly before kissing my forehead.
“I have two sisters… remember?” I nod and bury myself further in his embrace, enjoying the feeling of his arms around me, as if he is momentarily lightening my burden. Once my tears have subsided, I open about my fears. That I will be a thirty-something divorcee with three kids, completed unwanted by anyone. Why would someone when my husband didn’t?
“Savy, look at me,” he begins. “I know we just met but...,”
Before he can go any further, my phone rings again. I almost ignore it but the little niggling feeling in my stomach makes me look at my phone. It’s my mother.
Her frantic voice on the other end sends every motherly antenna on high alert.
“Savy, we’re at the hospital. Everyone is okay, but, we had an incident. I need you to come quick. Austin broke his arm and he’s in a panic”.
“I’ll be right there,” I answer quickly.
I hang up the phone and immediately am in mother mode, throwing my things in a bag while simultaneously calling an Uber on my phone. My app tells me the car will arrive in eight minutes. That gives me enough time to do to throw my clothes on and do an expedited check-out.
“I’m sorry James but I have to go. My little boy broke his arm.”
Slipping my sundress over my head and my sandals on my feet, I quickly peck his lips before running to the door. “I’m really sorry to run out on you James, but I can’t stay. I’ve really enjoyed this weekend. I’ll never forget it.”
I run out the door, heading straight for the waiting car that will take me to my baby.
After a few hours in the hospital, one bright blue cast, and a gallon of cookies and cream later, we’re back at home. Of course, Tristian is there, moments after I get Austin settled. Not wanting to upset the kids, I head into the kitchen and pour myself a healthy glass of wine. With my back to the sink, I turn toward the man I’ve loved for almost half my life. We built a family together, loved each other (so I thought), for years. We made a home, memories, good times and bad. Do I really want to throw all that away? For what? One mistake on his part? True, the bitch is pregnant with his child, but do I really want to scrap all those years?
I think about the past weekend. How I walked into Bella Noche feeling dejected, unwanted, and less than the next woman. I realize that if he truly loved me the way I deserve to be, this wouldn’t be an issue. In just those few short days, James taught me that I am desirable. I can still have fun with someone who is focused only on me. And you know what? I deserve that. I won’t be anyone’s second choice. I am THE CHOICE. I deserve it. I may not get my happily ever after with James, but that is okay. I won’t settle for Tristian, no matter how many years I’ve already given him. I won’t give him any more.
“Tristian, what are you doing here?” I ask tiredly. It’s been a long day, and he is not the kind of problem I need right now.
“I needed to see you and to check on Austin of course.”
“If you were so concerned about Austin, why weren’t you at the hospital?” I ask incredulously. I mean damn, I told him to leave our house, not forget we existed.
“I wanted to be, I did, but I didn’t want any extra tension with your mom there,” he says, looking forlorn.
The look on my face must show my disbelief because he trails off.
“I’m sorry Savy. I truly am.”
“Look, I’m tired Tristian. I’d love to say we can work this out, but to be honest, I can’t. And I won’t. I’m not going to be a second choice for you. If I’d been your first choice, you never would have stepped out on us.”
I take another drink of my wine, downing the glass in one gulp.
“Look, we’ll always be together in a sense because of the kids, but from here on out, only as team as their mother and father. We’re no longer husband and wife. You quit that team the moment you stuck your dick where it didn’t belong. I’m going to go upstairs and take a bath. You can see yourself out.”
I get almost all the way out the kitchen before I pause at the door. Turning back towards Tristian I choose to get one more thing off my chest.
“Tristian, why? Can you tell me that? Was I not good enough for you? What was it?”
I can’t help the desperation that seeps into my voice. After all, I’ve been asking myself these questions from the moment I discovered Dr. Rosen’s email.
“Savy, it wasn’t you. It was me and my insecurities. Everything I felt I was lacking. You were the perfect wife and mother; better than anyone could ever ask for. I fucked that up.”
I shake my head angrily. I’m furious. I feel the rage bubbling up beneath the surface and I am honestly too tired for such strong emotions.
“Tristian, I’m being nice right now, but I can’t promise how long that will last. I need time to get over being angry at you. I’m going to bathe. If you’re still here when I get out, I won’t be responsible for my actions. I don’t want to see you right now.” I walk out of the ro
om, leaving him where he stands.
As soon as I hit my tub the tears came. Tears for what I lost the moment he cheated on me. Tears for what I was about to put my babies through, because let’s face it, I can’t stay with him. I would always wonder if there was someone else. Every time he picked up his other child, I would wonder. The tears run until they can’t run anymore. I lay back with my head nearly submerged in the now luke warm water and think of my weekend with James. I wish I’d gotten his number, or at the very least, his last name. Oh well. Maybe it’s better this way. You know, no more disappointment.
Sighing to myself, I crawl out of my giant tub and wrap myself in my thick comfy robe. It is always so comforting. I check on each of the kids, finding them sound asleep peacefully. I’m so exhausted, but my mind won’t stop running. I decide to fix some chamomile tea and crawl in bed with Harper and Denae from Fireball.
I’m steeping my tea when I hear a knock on the front door. Glancing at the clock on the oven, I see it’s only nine o’clock. Damn, it sure felt later to me. Thinking maybe it’s my mom or Tristian again, I swing the door open. My mouth hits the floor at what I see.
“JAMES! What are you doing here? How do you even know where I live?” I’m completely shocked, dumbfounded even, that he’s here… on my doorstep.
“Hi, Savy. Can I come in?” The grin on his face is tentative, one I haven’t seen on him yet.
“I am so sorry! Yes, please, come in,” I say as I step back and wave him in.
As I head back to the kitchen, I call out to him.
“Would you like something to drink? I was just making myself tea”.
I turn my back to him, busying myself with my cup. I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous. I mean this man has had me on my back begging for him to plow into me, seeing me in my robe shouldn’t be a big deal. But it is. My home is my haven, my sanctuary, and he’s here. And fuck me if I’m not ecstatic about it.
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