When the bill came, Mark insisted that he pay. I fought him over it insisting that I pay my share, but he had given the waiter his card without letting me get a look at the bill. It was a nice gesture, but it was also confusing. It made me feel like I was on a date. I pushed that thought aside. After dinner, we walked back to the hotel. We said our goodbyes in the hallway and went to our separate rooms.
I thought about everything that had happened. I had enough wine and brandy to make me feel a little tipsy, but I kept thinking about the way Mark looked at me over dinner. It was obvious to me that he felt something for me. It was something that neither of us would ever be able to put into words. I would not break up a marriage, I would not be that woman. I forced myself to look over the next day’s itinerary and get ready for bed. Then there was a knock at my door. I knew it had to be Mark. Who else could it be?
I opened the door and he was in tears. I was shocked.
“Mark! What is it? Everything okay?” I asked.
He pushed past me and into my room. I was so confused and alarmed by his presence. He sat on the edge of my bed with his face in his hands. I sat quietly next to him. I knew that he just needed a few moments before he could say anything. He was obviously very upset. Then he started, “I called home with the hotel phone. I called Karen to tell her good night and…”
“What? Is she all right? Did something happen?” I asked.
“A man picked up the phone. I recognized his voice immediately. It was Dan. She’s been having an affair with him. He was our real estate agent when we bought our house last year. He must of not known it was me since I used the hotel line.”
“Oh shit. Mark, I’m so sorry,” I said rubbing his back. I really didn’t know what to say. A part of me felt awful for feeling a little bit happy about it, but I also didn’t like to see him in pain. I never liked Karen, for obvious reasons, but she also just seemed like a gold-digging bitch to me. She was not good enough for Mark, but he never saw her that way.
Mark cried more into his hands and my heart sank. I wanted to take the pain away but I didn’t know how.
“I’m so sorry, Mark. What can I do to help?” I rubbed his back again trying to soothe him. He looked up from his hands. He looked at me with his soulful blue eyes. There was kindness in them. I felt like I could trust him always. Tears rolled down his face and I wiped one from his cheek. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to take command. I wanted him to devour me. He put only a few inches between us and looked down at me. His large eyes locked with mine. He pushed the hair out of my eyes and trailed his hand down my face and said, “I just want your company. I can’t be alone, not now.”
My eyes widened and my mouth opened a little. I had not expected him to be so forward, but of course he would be this confident. He sat before me as handsome as ever in his fragile state. I finally just nodded my head, yes, in response. The back of his hand went down my face softly. I couldn’t believe it; he was touching me. What was worse was that I didn’t stop him. I looked up at him with lust in my eyes. He just grinned slightly at me; he knew what he was doing.
I was feeling completely in lust with this man. He was everything I wanted to experience in a man. He was confident, demanding, and I suspected he knew how to please a woman in ways I could only imagine. The way he came on to me made me feel like more of a woman in one minute than I had in one year. I was immediately nervous.
He leaned in close to me, his breath caressing my ear as he said, “I know you want me. I know you want me to fuck you.”
I gasped. I was not expecting the filthy bedroom talk in his state, before he was even inside me. It was intoxicating. Then he paused and locked eyes with me, his large eyes looking down at me and continued, “You know you want me, Latoya.”
CHAPTER 3 - Crossing The Line
He was right, even the way my name came out of his mouth made me feel aroused. But it wasn’t just his looks; it was the friendship that we had built that made me trust him, and trust to me was powerful.
He moved his mouth across my lips, brushing them lightly. His mouth was soft and I could smell the brandy on his breath. My hands had a mind of their own as they reached up and touched his chest. I had been daydreaming about it since the moment I saw him. I could feel his hard chest under his shirt. He must have seen this as an encouragement because he put his hand on the small of my back and pulled me against him. He trailed kisses down my neck and then slowly licked me from the base of my neck up to my ear.
The anticipation was building inside me and was enough to make me wet.
He covered my mouth with his and parted my lips with his tongue. His kiss was deep and passionate and his breathing was growing heavy.
His tongue entered my mouth and explored it. I moaned inside his mouth. I threw my hands around his neck and let my hands roam through his thick hair. We fell back on the bed and kissed and groped each other. I knew it was wrong but I couldn’t stop. My body would not allow that. I had waited for this moment for so long and I wanted it to happen even if it was wrong or right. None of that mattered; all that mattered was this very moment.
His strong warm hands roamed down my arms and then cupped my breasts. I moaned as his fingers found my nipples and pinched them lightly through my dress. I let my hands roam over his back and to his hard stomach. I wanted to feel all of him. He grabbed my hand and pushed down over his pants to his hard cock. I gasped at how hard he was, and it made me feel good that I was having that effect on him. Then he stopped and pushed me away. He grabbed my hands and pulled me off the bed. We were both standing by the bed and I felt confused. Was he going to stop? Had he come to his senses?
Then he unzipped my dress and slipped it off me and I knew this was definitely happening. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties. Now, I stood completely naked before him. I felt vulnerable and exposed, but I also felt delicate and feminine.
“You’re stunning,” he said.
His compliment made feel good about myself and erased any insecurity I might have been feeling. He put both hands on my shoulders and guided me to the edge of the bed.
“Sit,” he said. I sat on the edge of the bed. He positioned himself directly in front of me. “Take it off,” he said, looking down at his belt.
I smiled and said, “As you wish.”
I unbuckled his belt and slowly pulled it from his pants. Then I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I grabbed both his pants and his boxers and pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of his shoes and out of his pants. Next I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him. He stood naked in front of me. His body was tight and toned. His chest was strong, smooth, and hairless.
He was beautiful and looked like a man, a real man. Strong shoulders led down to his strong arms and I felt safe and secure with him, as though he could rescue me from anyone. Now he moved closer and I lay back on the bed. He climbed on top of me. He kissed me deeply and I almost lost my breath under the excitement. His lips traveled down my chin and to my neck and kept going further down over my chest. He took my erect nipple in his mouth and sucked on it lightly. I arched my back in response to it. He was slow and tender with it and I ached with every move his tongue made on me. His hand massaged my other breast and then trailed down my belly over my hips and to my center. His fingers moved over me and his thumb pressed on my clitoris. I moaned in excitement. I wanted to please him too. My hand moved down his strong chest and six pack abs to his manhood. I grabbed onto it and he groaned at my touch like an animal. I moved my hand up and down on it. He looked at me and smiled.
“Do you like that? Does it feel good?” I asked Mark.
“Yes,” he groaned. “I can barely take it anymore.”
He positioned his body between my legs and grabbed his hard shaft in his hand. He placed the tip of it inside me and then asked, “Ready?”
“Yes, I want you inside me,” I said.
He pushed himself inside me and moved his body on top of mine. His hard shaft moved slowly within me. It filled me
completely. It went deep inside me and I moaned out in ecstasy. Having him inside me felt so good. His body on top of me was warm as heat radiated off of him like a heater. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer to me. I liked seeing the contrast of my mocha skin against his pale skin. It was beautiful to look at. Mark moved himself in and out of me slowly. I tilted my head back and sighed and let myself enjoy this man.
Then he started to move faster and faster. His body pounded against mine. Then he stopped and pulled out of me. I was confused wondering why he stopped. He looked at me and then said, “Pile the pillows in the middle of the bed.”
I looked at him and he smiled at me and nodded. I did as he said and piled the pillows on the center of the bed. When I was done he said, “Now lay over them on your stomach. Bend over them.”
I did as he said and positioned myself. I laid my stomach flat against the pillows and curved my body with them. I was now bent over them.
“Spread your thighs open,” he said.
I opened my legs. Mark positioned himself on top of me and entered me from behind. In this position he went deep inside me. It felt so good and I felt my body on the brink of climax. “Oh, yes. Mark, that feels so good, please don’t stop,” I whispered.
He moaned at hearing my words and began to move faster and faster. His manhood moved in and out of me fast and I was so wet I was slick as he moved.
“I’m close, baby,” Mark said.
“I am too,” I said.
He reached his hand around and put it between the pillows and me. His finger found my clit and massaged it. That was it. That was all I needed to push me over the edge. With the next few thrusts, I felt my body tensing up. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” I yelled.
My whole body convulsed as I felt myself release onto him. The pulsating vibrations went from my center out to my entire body. I felt complete relief and my body felt heavy as I let it collapse into the pile of pillows. Mark continued to move in and out of me until finally he tensed and then released himself inside of me. He moaned loudly as I felt the warmth of him flowing inside of me. Mark collapsed on top of me panting and moaning. It felt so good to have his body on mine. I relished the feel of my orgasm and allowed myself to smile and enjoy it. I deserved this. I had waited so long up until now and I needed this. I needed to feel good with a man I was very attracted to.
Outside I could hear the rain as it started to hit the windows. A storm was approaching and it only made the night feel more romantic. The wind and water pounded against the glass.
He rolled off of me and we pushed the pile of pillows off the bed. He gathered the sheets and pulled them on top of us. He wrapped his body around mine, spooning me and keeping me warm with his heat. Tears began to flow from my eyes and onto the pillow as I remembered that he was not mine. He was married. This was a fleeting moment. Mark caressed my hair softly. The tears flowed until I fell asleep.
***
The soft light of the sunrise woke me up in the morning. Mark was still wrapped around me and it felt good. However, I needed to get out of there before I wanted something more than just sex. I could be in danger of falling in love with this man if he showed me any more compassion so I needed to leave. He had showed no other interest in me other than sex in light of his wife cheating on him. It was just an act of revenge and pain. I slowly got up from the bed gently so as not to wake him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” Mark said.
I was startled by his voice. I thought he was still asleep. His hard body was even more gorgeous in the daylight. I smiled as I looked over his nakedness.
“Come back to bed. Let’s order breakfast. I’ll order room service.”
I thought about it. I knew that one of us should leave right now, but the way he looked at me, I couldn’t say no.
“Okay,” I said as I moved back into bed and under the covers.
He picked up the phone and called for room service. I stared out the window. Everything he had done to me the night before came flooding back. The demanding sexual commands, the way he touched me, and the way he moved inside me. I closed my eyes in embarrassment. What had I done? I had become the other woman.
I looked at him on the phone. His gorgeous naked body and his blonde hair and blue eyes made me forget about everything. The panic I was feeling seconds before left me the more I looked at him.
“I hope you are hungry because I just ordered a lot of food,” he said.
I was completely confused by this man. It was as if he was a different person by the hour.
“Yes, I am hungry, thank you,” I said as I began to rub his shoulders. I wanted to touch him. He moaned under my touch.
After a few seconds he said, “You are good with your hands.”
“Thank you, you are good with…everything.”
We both laughed. It was nice to set a lighter mood to the situation after being commanded by him and his sexual aggression.
“Those hands of yours, they are like magic,” he said.
“Thank you.”
He rolled over and kissed me on the mouth. I was immediately aroused. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. It felt good.
He put his hands on my hips and picked me up and propped me on top of him. I straddled his waist and smiled. I was having fun. The shivers shot up through my body and I was instantly aroused.
He reached down and cupped my buttocks and squeezed them. He pushed me forward and said, “Sit on my face.”
My eyes opened wide. I had never done such a thing before. I hesitated and he said, “It’s okay. I won’t bite. Just lick.”
I did as he said and moved forward on his body. I straddled his face and arched my body up, hovering just above his mouth. He brought his face up between my legs and licked my slick cleft. I gasped. He licked up and down like licking the frosting off a piece of cake. I placed my hands on the headboard to steady myself. He stuck his tongue inside of me and I instinctively started moving up and down slowly. He squeezed my bottom and I moaned. I was in complete ecstasy. He moved his tongue to my clitoris and pressed against it over and over.
It didn’t take long before I was yelling out, “I’m cumming!”
When I was done having an orgasm on his face, he picked me up and placed me on the bed. He placed the tip of his cock inside me and once again pushed inside me. His manhood filled me and went deep. His thick member moved in and out of me fast. We needed to be done before there was a knock at the door from room service. The excitement of knowing that at any minute we could be interrupted only put me on the brink of another orgasm sooner.
“I love being inside you. You feel so good,” He whispered in my ear. He grabbed me and held me tight as he thrust himself harder and faster inside me. I couldn’t handle it anymore and I exploded into an orgasm again. This must have set him off too, because he came almost a few seconds after I did. He stayed inside me for a minute or two, both of us enjoying the remnants of our orgasms.
CHAPTER 4 - Delicious Breakfast
Just then, there was a knock at the door. He grabbed his pants and pulled them on and I grabbed my dress and pulled it over my head. He opened the door. The hotel staff member rolled in the room service cart. He signed for it and then the staff member was out the door. He looked at me and winked as he rolled in the cart. I went over to the table and sat.
The cart was full of an assortment of foods.
“I didn’t know what you would like so I ordered everything,” he said.
I laughed and said, “Thank you.”
There were steak and eggs, pancakes, bacon, croissants, fruit, and of course coffee. I ate heartily and so did he. We stared out at the view and made light conversation. We laughed and stared into each other’s eyes.
After we ate, we were back in bed again and enjoying some fruit. He fed me strawberries and we lounged lazily. Before long we had dozed off again. It was nice and comforting to have his strong body spoon me.
A couple of hours later, I wok
e up. He was still asleep. I looked at the clock and it was almost noon. I panicked. We were both due at the doctors’ and nurses’ luncheon soon. I shook him awake.
“Mark! Mark, wake up the luncheon,” I said.
He stirred and then quickly jumped out of bed once he had time to process what I said. He pulled on his clothes and so did I. Then we looked at each other. It was a look of so many questions, but we didn’t have time to talk about it. I let out a soft laugh and with that, he smiled and left my room.
Later at the luncheon we sat separately. The doctors sat together and the nurses sat together. I didn’t hear a word the woman sitting next to me said because my mind was too occupied with thoughts of Mark. After we ate, it was time to go to a nursing lecture. I didn’t see Mark again the entire afternoon or for dinner. Later that night I sat in my room waiting for him to show up but he never did. I fell asleep with the lights on.
The next morning, I awoke to a knock at the door. The conference was over and we would all be going home that day. I sort of thought it might be housekeeping at that hour. I opened the door and it was Mark. He looked tired and emotionally drained.
“Can I come in?” he said.
I moved aside and let him in.
I wanted him to say something romantic. I wanted him to tell me that he had instantly fallen in love with me as though it was love at first sight.
“There’s no easy way to say this, so I’m just going to blurt it out. I’ve been up all night on the phone with Karen. We worked through a lot of issues and we are going to try again to make it work.”
I said nothing but stood motionless. I felt stupid. Deep inside I knew that what we did didn’t mean we would be together but the hopeless romantic in me had hoped it would. After a few moments he continued, “I’m sorry. I know that’s not fair to you. I do like you a lot, Latoya. You are my best friend, but Karen is my wife and I owe it to her to try. I hope you understand.”
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