by Lydia Litt
“Are you available Saturday night?”
“I am. Would you like to come over for dinner and a moonlight swim?”
“Yes I would. Is seven o’clock a good time?”
Jessica nodded. “I’ll be waiting.” Before she could change her mind, she got in her car and drove away.
***
Jessica opened the door before Marco had a chance to ring the bell. She had been watching out the window, anxiously anticipating his arrival. If things went as planned, by the end of the night, Marco would know exactly what she wanted.
“Hello Jessica.” She was dressed simply in black leggings that hugged the curves his hands had memorized and a pale gray tunic with a deep v-neck. Her face was nearly void of makeup, which accentuated her natural beauty while making her look much younger than her real age. To Marco, her simplicity was breathtaking.
“Hello Marco. Please, come in.”
“Dinner smells delicious. I brought a bottle of wine.”
“Thank you.” Jessica led Marco down the hall to the gourmet kitchen. “Would you do the honors?” she asked, handing him a bottle opener.
“You have a very nice home,” Marco said, pouring the wine into the two glasses that Jessica put in front of him. His compliment was a colossal understatement. The sprawling 10,000 square foot country manor was situated on a two-acre spread and surrounded by a pool, tennis court, rose garden and lush landscaping.
“I love it here in the country,” Jessica said, taking a big sip of wine to calm her nerves. “It’s peaceful and private.”
Marco took her hand and led her toward the expansive stone patio off the kitchen. The sun had just begun to set, casting an orange glow over the grounds and the swimming pool. They stood there, hand-in-hand, sipping their wine and enjoying the view in silence. The oven timer interrupted the romantic moment.
“Dinner’s ready,” Jessica said, breaking the silence and moving back inside. She pulled the prime rib from the oven, allowing it to settle while she finished setting the table with salad and baked potatoes. Marco refilled their wine glasses while she carved the meat.
Once they were seated, Jessica was too nervous to eat. But when Marco began devouring the simple meal with gusto, she relaxed and enjoyed it, too.
“I have not had a home cooked meal in quite some time,” Marco said. “The food is excellent.”
“I’m glad you think so. I’ve always enjoyed cooking, but Daniel preferred more exotic dishes prepared by a real chef.”
Marco reached across the table and gently took her left hand in his. Only then did he realize that she was no longer wearing her wedding ring. He gently rubbed the groove it had left at the base of her finger, a subtle message that said he understood: she was finally ready to let go of her painful past. “Daniel didn’t know what he was missing.”
Jessica blushed, but was pleased by his praise.
After clearing the table, the pair took their wine out to the patio to let their dinner settle. The sun had set and the night’s full moon was already beginning to rise. It would be a perfect night to swim under the stars.
“Did you bring your suit?” Jessica asked.
“No,” Marco replied. “Is that a problem?”
A surprised Jessica turned to see his wicked grin. When her eyes met his smoldering gaze, heat erupted in her center. Instead of replying verbally, she stood and made her way to an electronic control panel on the side of the house. After punching a few buttons, music began playing and the patio was flooded with ambient light.
When Jessica stood before Marco, swaying to the music as she slowly undressed, it was his turn to be surprised. With an agonizing slowness, she slid her leggings down to her feet and discarded the tunic by pulling it over her head. Clad in nothing but her lacy bra and panties, Jessica closed her eyes and ran her hands over her body, caressing her curves before removing the expensive lingerie, which she dropped at his feet.
Marco forced himself to stay seated, his eyes relishing the sight of Jessica’s naked body bathed in nothing but soft light. Although he had seen her nude form on his massage table, this was different. On his table, Jessica was a client in need of healing. Here, she was a woman with more carnal needs, a woman who was offering her body to him as a lover.
She made brief eye contact with him and licked her lips seductively. Then, turning, she walked slowly, deliberately toward the pool. Marco watched her naked ass sway to and fro as she made her way down the stone path before disappearing into the water with a small splash. Quickly, he discarded his own clothing and followed.
Jessica surfaced just as Marco reached the pool deck. He was gloriously naked, his brown, muscled body clearly visible in the moonlight. She drank in his broad shoulders and expansive chest before following the dark trail down his belly to his fully erect manhood. Her eyes widened at the sight of his enormous member, which seemed to grow even larger and more erect under her gaze.
Blood rushed to her private places at the thought of having him inside her. She had never felt this kind of desire before, an absolute yearning to be completely filled by the throbbing flesh of a man.
Her appraisal of Marco’s manly form was cut short when he dove into the water. After disappearing in the dark, she felt him swim up behind her, his wet legs brushing against hers. His arms came around her and he pulled her against his chest. Bending his head, his lips caressed her neck, sending shivers down her spine. When his hands cupped her breasts, his cock sprang to life behind her and he pressed his hardness into her fleshy behind.
Jessica turned in Marco’s arms so they were face-to-face, their bodies glistening in the moonlight, their eyes locked in heat. When his lips finally claimed hers, her body went weak, and she clung to him as he treaded water. He tasted like heaven laced with wine and she met his passionate kiss fully, drinking him in as he devoured her mouth with his lips and tongue.
Without breaking their kiss, Marco moved toward the shallow end of the pool so he could stand upright. Jessica wrapped her legs around his waist and he pulled her soft body closer against his hard form.
When he moved his lips away from her mouth, she whimpered in protest. But as he worked his way down her throat, her whimper became a moan. Placing his hands under her ass and using the buoyancy of the water to raise her up, Marco’s mouth found Jessica’s breasts, laving and sucking each one until her nipples were as erect has his cock.
“Tell me what you want, Jessica,” Marco whispered, needing to hear the message her body was clearly sending.
“I want to make love with you,” Jessica whispered back, finally stating her true desire.
With Jessica’s legs still wrapped around his waist, Marco gripped her tightly and walked toward the end of the pool and up the built-in steps. Then he carried her along the stone path back to the house. Once inside, he set her down on shaky legs, recapturing her lips for another long, slow, deep kiss that left her breathless.
Jessica walked over to the gas fireplace and flipped a switch that instantly brought flames roaring to life. She opened a cabinet and withdrew a blanket which she spread out on the carpet.
Kneeling, she motioned for Marco to join her.
“You look beautiful,” he said, taking a silky strand of her hair between his fingers before brushing his knuckles gently across her cheek.
Tentatively, Jessica reached out and stroked his chest, her pale hand a sharp contrast to Marco’s bronzed skin. She explored every inch of his torso, letting her hands roam freely across his chest and shoulders. He watched her face as she discovered the texture of his skin and the shape of his chiseled arms.
“You look beautiful, too,” Jessica said. She couldn’t help but compare his strong physique to her ex-husband’s slight frame. Daniel’s fit and trim upper body had belonged to a pampered businessman who spent hours in the gym but had never worked a day of labor in his life. Marco’s strength was built naturally from years of hard work on his family’s farm.
Marco groaned and pushed Jessica gently t
o the floor. It took all of his restraint not to take her swiftly, but he sensed that it was important for them to go slow this first time. He started by kissing her lips before leaving a wet trail of caresses down her throat until he reached her small, round breasts. He could feel her trembling as he took one nipple into his mouth and then the other, teasing and tasting and tugging until she was writhing in delight.
He moved his lips lower now, past the curve of her waist and the slight flare of her hips. When he reached the junction at the top of her thighs, she parted her legs, inviting him to taste her there, too.
Jessica felt like she had been waiting forever to feel Marco’s mouth on her wet core. When his tongue finally made contact, skimming over her slick folds, she cried out. No longer hesitant, she lifted her hips to meet him, driving him harder against her center. Her whole body was tense with sexual energy as she fucked his mouth, her hands clenched around the edges of the blanket.
Marco reached up and grabbed her hips so he could delve deeper into her womanhood. He used his tongue to probe her wet opening before sucking her clit into her mouth. Her climax came hard and quick, drenching his face with her juices. He felt her pulses of pleasure clear to his soul. In that moment, he had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted her.
Jessica’s powerful orgasm surged through her entire body in wave after wave of intense pleasure. She had never let herself feel with such intensity before and she was overcome with unexpected emotion. Yet, she wasn’t fully satisfied.
“I need to feel you inside of me, Marco. Please,” she begged, her yearning borne out of the tenderness he had shown while tending to her womanly needs. She gasped in surprise when the bulging head of his huge cock nudged her opening.
“Am I hurting you?” Marco asked, concerned by her sudden intake of breath.
“No,” she laughed softly, “you’re amazing me. Your size is impressive.”
Marco smiled at her compliment, bracing himself on his forearms as he buried his manhood in Jessica. She wrapped her legs around him, urging him deeper and be began thrusting slowly in and out.
“Take me harder!” Jessica cried, which was all the encouragement Marco needed to unleash the passion that had been building in his loins. Ever since that first day in the salon, he had wanted Jessica like this, meeting his thrusts with her own, giving and taking pleasure as his equal.
She called his name when her body erupted once again, her orgasm contracting around his pounding member with a force that pushed him over the edge toward his own release. Marco’s throbbing cock came inside of Jessica in pulse after pulse, filling her with his warm, milky seed. He continued thrusting until there was nothing left to spill forth and both of their bodies were complete.
He held her then, while they gazed at the fire, waiting for their hearts to stop racing and for the sheen of sweat that covered their bodies to dry.
“Daniel was my first and only lover before you,” Jessica whispered into the quiet of the night, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes. “With him, sex was always about control. I didn’t know …”
“Know what?”
“That it could be so tender and yet, still so passionate.”
“That is why they call it making love,” Marco said. “Sex is an expression of the feelings you have for another person.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For showing me that pleasure doesn’t need to be dominating.”
Marco kissed away Jessica’s tears, pulling her close to give her comfort. Later, they retired to her bedroom and made love again. As she fell asleep in Marco’s strong arms, Jessica had one last thought before her eyes fluttered closed. Tonight, she felt healed by his touch.
***
Someone was pounding on the door.
“I’m coming!” Jessica called in an effort to stop the beating before the door’s custom stained glass panels were shattered into a million pieces.
The door-pounder was Angela. “Something’s happened to Marco!” she cried.
“What happened? Is Marco okay?” Jessica grabbed Angela’s arm and dragged her inside, her cherry red fingernails digging into the other woman’s flesh. She had just seen him that morning, when he left her bed to go to the salon.
“I’d say he’s better than okay,” Angela replied in huff, pulling her arm away and absent mindedly rubbing the area that Jessica had gripped. “I went to see Marco today and he told me that his Hot Oil Massage was no longer available. No longer available!”
Angela was clearly distressed as she marched into the living room and collapsed on the sofa. Jessica wasn’t sure how to respond. She wasn’t quite ready to tell her friends about her budding relationship with Marco, but Angela’s distress had her heart bursting with joy.
“Did he say why?” Jessica asked innocently.
“He said that he met someone and was no longer comfortable offering his special massage services,” Angela responded indignantly.
Jessica perched on the edge of the sofa and patted Angela’s hand in comfort. “I think that’s sweet,” she said.
“Maybe so. But what are Russ and I going to do?”
“I think Russell should try and get your motor started by himself for a change,” Jessica replied while trying not to roll her eyes.
Angela clenched Jessica’s hand, a look of alarm on her face. “What if he doesn’t want to?”
Angela was a knockout who exuded confidence, so Jessica was surprised by her friend’s hint of insecurity. “Then he doesn’t deserve you,” she said.
“You’re right,” Angela sniffed, sitting up and regaining her composure. “I’m going to go right home and tell him so!”
When Angela left, Jessica curled up on the sofa to think about the information her friend has just shared. Jessica’s first night with Marco had been magical. So magical, in fact, that he ended up staying the entire weekend, only leaving on Monday morning because he had clients to see and she had auction work to do.
Marco had introduced her to a whole new way of making love and she couldn’t wait to discover what else he had to teach her. He was coming back that evening and, if Jessica had her way, every evening after that!
***
As the weeks passed, Marco and Jessica spent their daylight hours focusing on work and leading separate lives. Yet each night they came together as lovers, exploring each others’ bodies and sharing the most intimate details of their lives.
For the time being, they had decided to keep their relationship private. Neither one was sure whether their friends and family would understand or accept the bond that the unlikely paid had built and neither one wanted anything - or anyone - to come between them.
But two weeks before the Children’s Hospital benefit auction, Jessica got a frantic call from Rebecca Dorn. Her husband had fallen ill and she needed to step down as chairwoman of the event. She wanted Jessica to take her place.
“Please Jessica,” Rebecca pleaded. “I know this is a lot to dump on you at the last minute, but there’s nobody else I trust.”
Jessica thought before responding. A few weeks ago, she wouldn’t have had the confidence to say yes. But spending time with Marco had renewed her faith in herself. “I’ll do it!” she exclaimed.
“Thank you, Jessica. I owe you one.”
The women made plans to meet the next day so Rebecca could get Jessica up-to-speed on the remaining to-do list.
Marco could see the worry etched on Jessica’s face when she told him that she had agreed to become the interim chairwoman of the benefit auction. But his faith in her abilities was absolute. “You can do this, Jessica, I know you can.”
“The hours will be long, Marco. In addition to my daytime duties, I’ll need to spend my nights making sure that everyone else is doing what they are supposed to.” She didn’t have to tell him that her new commitment would put a crimp in their burgeoning relationship.
“We can take a break between now and the auction so you can focus all of your atte
ntion on event planning,” he offered. “It will only be for two weeks. What is it that they say … absence makes the heart grow fonder?”
Jessica didn’t like the idea of spending two weeks away from him, but Marco was right. She needed to give the auction her undivided attention.
“Two weeks and then we’ll pick up where we left off, right?” She needed reassurance.
“Yes,” Marco said, sweeping her up in his arms and carrying her up the stairs to the bedroom. “But tonight, you’re all mine.”
***
The morning after the auction, Jessica forced herself out of bed at 9:00am, exhausted but pleased. Her hard work and time away from Marco had paid off: the event raised a record amount of money for the Children’s Hospital.
While she would have preferred to sleep longer, she had a massage appointment with Marco that she didn’t want to miss. She was looking forward to being back on his table today - and having him back in her bed that night.
Pulling into The Neighborhood Salon, Jessica reflected on the auction and how Marco’s encouragement gave her the confidence to succeed. She got out of the car quickly, anxious to get inside.
“Hi Becky,” Jessica greeted the receptionist with a warm smile. “I’m here for my ten o’clock.”
“Oh, hi Jessica.” Becky smiled back, chomping her gum and twirling a strand of hair. “I moved you over to Lisa’s schedule today, I hope that’s okay.”
“Did Marco get double-booked or something?”
“No, he’s gone. Family emergency or something like that.”
“When is he coming back?” The conversation with the receptionist was surreal.
“Doesn’t look like he is. He packed up his stuff and left a note asking that all of his appointments be moved over Lisa.”
How could he leave without telling her?
“Oh yeah,” Becky said, almost as an afterthought. “He left a note asking me to give you this.” She handed Jessica a sealed envelope. Inside, was a handwritten letter:
Dearest Jessica:
We both knew the day would come when I would be called back to my family. Sadly, that day has arrived much sooner than expected and without warning. My father suffered a heart attack and may not survive the night, so I am leaving on the next available flight.