Second Chance at Forever

by Mary Wasowski

  I opened the door to see Walker standing before me. My eyes scanned over his body. He looked breathtaking in his three piece black Armani suit. I could feel my heart beating faster as he stared back at me with the same carnal desire. No words were needed between us, our bodies communicated for us. Walker stepped in to my hotel room and pulled me into his chest. He kicked the door, closing it behind him, and he crashed his lips onto mine.

  Walker’s touch awakened feelings that had been suppressed deep in my soul since the day I had left him. My body craved Walker like a drug. I was on fire with every touch he placed on my body. I parted my lips, allowing his tongue to plunder my mouth. He sucked and pulled on my bottom lip until it swelled.

  Walker lifted me into his arms and carried me into my bedroom. He locked the door behind him to keep the rest of the world out, and we were in our own private bubble. All of our years apart, and my body still responded so easily to his.

  He slid me down his hard muscled chest until my feet touched the floor. My legs felt weak and unsteady after our kiss. He turned and sat in the chair that faced me. Walker asked me to remove my clothing and to do it slowly; I willingly complied. I wanted him…I hungered for him…I would do anything for him.

  I remembered how this game of ours was played. Walker loved to watch me undress, as he issued his commands one by one. First, I unzipped my black pencil skirt. I slowly pulled the zipper down, and let it fall to my feet.

  Walker knelt down in front of me; asking me to step out of my fallen skirt. Gracefully, I managed to do so. He ran his hands up the insides of my legs, feeling the silk stockings that I was wearing. Silk stockings were always his weakness. When we made love for the first time, my stockings remained. I could see that his preference hadn’t changed. Walker leaned backwards onto his heels and whispered, “Continue.”

  I began to undo my white frilly blouse; it was low cut with only three buttons. I opened one side at a time, noticing Walker running his tongue over his lips. When my blouse was completely open, I let it drop to the floor to join my skirt.

  I gave Walker quite the floor show. I twirled my body around and placed my hands on my hips, seeking his approval. Wearing my new La Perla silk thong and matching bra, I was silently thanking Riley for dragging me on a shopping trip to Neiman Marcus.

  To my surprise, I began stroking my hands up and down my silk covered thighs until they reached my sex. I always enjoyed teasing Walker. It got me off, and I knew he was turned on by it. Walker asked me to touch myself; he didn’t need to ask me twice.

  My hands glided on the outside rim of my now soaked-through panties. I arched my back and moaned out my pleasure. Walker leaped up and scooped me into his arms. He shrugged out of his suit jacket, as I tore at his shirt. With trembling fingers, I reached for his belt and undid his pants.

  He looked deep into my eyes, as if he were telling me what to do next; I knew exactly what he wanted. My hands found his waist again, and I slowly slid his pants down. Standing before me was a beautiful, naked Walker.

  Walker’s stomach was lined with perfect sculpted abdominal muscles while the rest of his body was lean and toned. He had tribal art running down the insides of his ribs with an inscription written through it. Walker never had a tattoo while we were together, so this intrigued me.

  I stepped back to admire him. To be a wise ass, Walker gave me a twirl and placed his hands on his hips. I smiled and stepped forward again, this time dropping to my knees in front of him. I took him into my mouth and began circling my tongue around his tip. He tasted delicious. Walker aggressively placed his hands on the sides of my head and guided my mouth over his long, hard length. He was a savage, and I was the prey. I took him in deeper and deeper, until his hands gripped my hair causing a touch of pain, but so pleasurable.

  “Reese, stop it now. If you don’t want me to come in your mouth, release me…now!”

  The hell with that! He didn’t want to come into my mouth, but I wanted him to. I needed him to mark me again. I clamped my lips around him, and at that moment, he let go and hot liquid oozed down my throat.

  Walker’s body shook from the aftershocks of his orgasm. He pulled me up from my shoulders to once again crash his lips onto mine. He leaned into my ear and whispered, “Your turn, baby.” Quickly reaching down to lift me into his arms, he kissed me again. “I love how I taste in your mouth. Have you missed it?”

  “What?” I just looked at him with my glazed over eyes. He placed me in the middle of the bed and rolled his tongue over his lips, hungry with carnal desire for me.

  “Have you missed me, Reese? How my hands feel when I run them up and down your delectable body? Have you missed my fingers entering your pussy, hitting every spot that gets you to scream my name?”

  He entered me with two fingers, and at that moment my hips bucked forward and just wanted more. “Say it, Reese! Say how much you’ve missed this. Say how much you’ve missed me. Say it, dammit! Scream it if you have to, but say it!”

  “Yes, Walker, yes to all of it. Please, Walker, I need you inside of me. I want you Walker. I’ve always wanted you. It’s been so long…please fuck me.”

  “Fuck you, I shall.”

  I’d never felt freer than at this climatic moment with Walker, he could spin my body around with one touch. My body needed this…It needed him…We needed this.

  “Keep the stilettos on and your eyes open. I want you to watch me make you come.”

  Oh holy hell! Walker opened my legs as wide as he could. He ran his teeth along my panties and ripped them off of my body. He skimmed his tongue over my clit until he parted my folds with his lips.

  I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on for long, clutching the sheets as Walker worked me over with his tantalizing tongue. Only Walker could make me come undone, sending me teetering on the edge of the precipice until my body exploded with multiple orgasms. Electric pulses ignited through me. The current intensified as Walker went deeper inside of me. He stopped and commanded me to let go, and my orgasm exploded onto him. My body was trembling from my climax.

  Walker stretched my hands over my head, as he continued to lap his tongue over me. I was ready to make love to him. Walker owned my body and soul since the day we met. I was ready to return to him, and be his. We could taste ourselves as we kissed each other.

  Walker climbed on top of me and plunged himself inside of me. I winced from pleasure as he buried himself deeper. Walker waited for me to get used to him again. His dick was huge and could rip me in two. I took him all in, and our movements were matched, thrust for thrust. My body remembered his, every last inch of him. Walker was amorous and had the same amount of intensity he always showed me when we made love years ago. Anywhere from hard fucking to sweet love making, he always knew how to make our bodies fall into a rhythm with each other.

  Walker consumed me and stripped me bare of all of my demons that held me back since we parted. Our bodies quivered as we climaxed together. My legs were still wrapped around his waist, as Walker began to take calming breaths and pelt my forehead with gentle kisses. Our bodies were still connected. He always stayed in me for a few minutes after we came together. I was in no rush to let him go. He looked into my eyes, and I was catapulted back to our last night together, when we forever sealed the promises we had made to each other.

  I was home…again.

  Tears were beginning to fall down my cheeks. After everything his father had put us through, to be here right now with Walker is something I never imagined would ever be possible again. He has returned back into the gentle lover I remember, holding my face, wiping away my tears. Staring back at me with his blazing eyes, I’m already consumed with him, and I never want to let go of this feeling.

  “Reese, I love you. I always have, and I always will. You have to know that this changes everything in both our lives. I can’t send you back to him. You…Are…Mine. Reese, you were always my…forever.”

  He rolled me over and pulled me onto his chest of corded muscles. Our naked
bodies were tangled together under the covers. He was holding me tightly as he kissed the top of my head.

  He wanted my answer. I wanted out of my marriage, that much is clear, but I had failed in the past, never making it out the door. I was determined this time to leave my marriage once and for all, but I still had to deal with Samuel, as if he would ever allow me to leave freely. I already tried explaining to Samuel how I felt…He didn’t take it well.

  “Walker, we need to talk.” I tried to wrestle out from his hold, but his strong arms pulled me back down. He answered me with his lips. Walker was making it clear to me that he didn’t want to discuss anything at the moment, and we made love again until I was screaming his name and we were well sated. We finally collapsed against each other and drifted off into a deep sleep.

  When I awakened, I sat up to see a sleeping Walker stretched out before me. The sheet was barely covering his naked waist. His lips were parted and forming the perfect O shape. I smiled, grateful that my Walker was not a loud snorer, like Samuel. Listen to me, “my Walker”? Get a grip! Is he truly mine again? I want to believe that he is. We were always perfectly in sync together. It pained me a great deal when I had to deny that irrefutable fact in my goodbye letter. And now he’s in my bed. As if we had turned back the hands of time to our past. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and make love with him again, but I knew I needed to come up for air. His body was a work of art. I always loved to watch him sleep. Rare and precious moments that were forever sealed in my heart.

  I gently slid off the bed and padded off into the bathroom. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Walker had marked my body, clearly showing who I belonged to. The roughness from his cheek stubble was evident all over my neck. I had bite marks and red strawberries along my breast, and more scratches. The only thing missing was “Property of Walker Reed” tattooed on the back of my ass. It’s not like I didn’t know what Walker was doing. This was his way of owning my body, inside and out. I closed my eyes, remembering every detail of today, committing it to memory. How could I hide this from Samuel? I began to shake when I felt Walker’s arms encase me.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nodded and struggled to find my voice. Walker turned me around to face him.

  “It’s going to be okay, Reese. We will work this out together, but you need to trust me. And this time when I ask you to trust me…please mean it. Baby, do you trust me?”

  I wanted to say yes. I wanted to scream it, but it was so hard to actually say the words when he was looking right through me.

  “Talk to me. Do…You…Trust…Me?”

  I whispered, “Yes.”

  “Thank you, baby. I’ll take it from here. I love you. Say it, Reese.”

  “I love you, Walker.”

  Hearing my words reignited the hot flame within him. He kissed me so hard on my lips, plunging his tongue deep inside. I was completely wrapped up into him again. I closed my eyes and allowed Walker to help me forget the fact that I have betrayed Samuel and our marriage. We walked into the shower and we again made love. He lifted me up against the tile wall, with me wrapping my legs around his body.

  I never felt this way when making love with Samuel. We were awkward at best with each other. I never shared the same feelings Samuel had for me, and many times I doubted his love and intentions. Now I had betrayed him in the most defying manner. I couldn’t sheath my body from him. How would Samuel react to seeing another man’s mark on my body? Samuel always had to be in control, and he had a dominating side to him. Samuel proved that to me when I asked him for a divorce. If I told Walker what Samuel did to me, I knew he would go insane.

  Walker and I held each other as the hot water began to run cold. We quickly washed each other and stepped out of the now cold shower. Just then I heard the door open to my suite, and to our horror, we heard Jackson and Riley’s voices.

  Riley was calling out for me. I was frozen in Walker’s arms. He calmed me and told me to answer her. I responded and told her that I would be out in a minute.

  “Walker, what are we going to do? If our kids find us together, they won’t understand.” I was nearly hyperventilating. I felt like I’d just been caught with my pants down, but this was way worse. I’m completely naked and in the arms of my former lover!

  “Reese, you have to calm down. Tell Riley that you were set to go to the luncheon and you suddenly felt ill and have been here resting.”

  “What about you? How will you explain to Jackson why you missed today’s events?”

  “Reese, Jackson thinks I am still out in the Hamptons with his grandmother. I told him not to look for me today, and I would see him tonight.”

  “Walker, it is tonight.” We were both shocked to see the time. The nightstand clock read six o’clock; we spent the entire day together.

  “Go out, and calm your daughter. I will remain in here. Reese, if you behave as if nothing is wrong, your daughter will believe you.”

  I had no time to search for another outfit to put on, so I pulled my hair back and wore the fluffy, white robe the hotel provided. The collar conveniently covered up my neck and the scratches that were still visible.

  “Mom, thank god! Are you are alright? I have been calling you for most of the afternoon. What happened to you today? You missed the alumni luncheon. So many people were asking about you, and I didn’t know what to tell them about your absence.”

  “Riley, please calm down and allow me to explain. After reading your note this morning, I was in no hurry to leave. I was about to order breakfast and suddenly came down with a debilitating migraine. I was in no shape to go anywhere and decided to go back to bed. I guess I didn’t realize my phone was off.” Liar! I have never lied to my daughter, and now after my day of transgressions, the lies easily slip off my tongue.

  “Now it all makes sense to me. I’m so sorry you were sick today, and I wasn’t here for you when you needed me, mom.”

  “It’s perfectly fine, Riley. Please don’t feel guilty about it. I took some medicine and feel much better. I apologize, Jackson, if you were worried. I hope my daughter didn’t drive you too crazy today.”

  “It’s totally fine, Mrs. Briggs. My dad wasn’t there either, but hopefully he will arrive home soon.”

  “Okay you two, make yourself comfortable. The mini bar is fully stocked. I will just excuse myself and get ready for us to go to dinner.”

  “Mom, if you don’t mind, would it be okay if Jackson and I went out tonight? We have theatre tickets to see Wicked. Dinner reservations down in Little Italy, and then we’ll be meeting up with friends.”

  “Riley, you could have asked me before now.”

  “I did, mom, check your voicemails. Please, say I can go? We spent all day around professors, and our brains are on overload with academics.”

  “Okay, twist my arm. I do remember what it was like being your age. Go out and have fun, but not too much fun.” Riley laughed and hugged me. Jackson thanked me, and they exited the suite hand in hand. Once I knew they were gone, I called out to Walker to come out.

  I glanced down at my phone to check my messages. I had several texts from Riley, and one from a friend here in the city. I completely forgot to phone Marsha with Walker’s sudden arrival. I prayed I hadn’t missed my chance with Freddy. I looked back to my phone, and of course…not one text or voicemail from Samuel. Why didn’t that surprise me?

  Walker, now dressed, was looking handsome as ever. I couldn’t help but stare at him. I was taking a mental photograph of our time spent here together. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me on my forehead. “I think we broke your vanity mirror while making love. I’m going to have to replace that. I’ll have housekeeping take care of that for you.”

  “Walker, can I ask you a favor?” He replied with more kisses and began to tickle me. “Walker, I’m serious.”

  “Okay, I’m sorry. What’s the favor, Reese?”

  “I’m starving. Will you please take me to dinner?”

  Walker
laughed and turned me back toward the bedroom for me to get dressed. “I will take you anywhere you wish to go. Take your time getting ready, I’ll wait out here and make some calls, the first one will be to Jackson.”

  I quickly kissed him again and ran off into the bedroom to get ready. My room smelled of sex and Walker. It was intoxicating to me. I removed my robe and wrapped my body around the sheets that we had made love in all day. I clutched the pillow to my chest which had the faint smell of his cologne still on it.

  I don’t know what came over me, but I began to cry and release what I had held in all day long. Our time together was coming to a close and in a few days, we would be apart again. The pain in my chest was crippling me. How could I return to Samuel after being reunited with Walker? I asked Samuel for a divorce before I left. He hadn’t called me or given me any sign that he cared.

  Why should I return to a home that I am not happy in? I had spent the better part of our marriage alone, and if it weren’t for Riley, I would have left Samuel years ago. Walker had made it very clear that he was not willing to let me go and return back to my marriage. I had so many questions for Walker. I had to imagine he wanted to know all about my life as well. We have been apart for nearly eighteen years now. How is it, after all that time, we still have what we had back then? I feel the same connection with Walker as I did the first time we made love. He is as attentive and in tune with every part of my body, just as he always was.

  I had to stop all this thinking. Whatever was going to happen, I couldn’t worry about it right now. He’s here with me now, and that’s what matters. Whatever time we had together, I just wanted to hold onto. I ran my fingers across my neck where he had marked me. How could a few love bites make me feel whole again? He put me back together again with his need to stake his claim on what was always his.