"Do I look like a woman who would cheat on her husband?" Heather asked the reflection staring back at her. "Do I look like a woman who would drive 150 miles to meet her lover in a hotel room?"
She sighed and flipped up the visor, knowing the answers to her questions already. Of course she was. She was sitting in the parking lot of the Comfort Inn, knowing her lover was upstairs in room 216, waiting for her. She also know this was going to be one of the most difficult days she'd have to get through in a long time.
Waiting for her was a man she had loved and wanted for ten years, a man who freely admitted how wonderful they were together, a man who was married and hopelessly in love with his wife. Sam was everything she had ever wanted in a man, and today she would tell him she couldn't see him anymore. Well, after they had incredible, memorable sex. No sense in wasting the opportunity, particularly when she was pretty sure he was planning to call it quits today, too.
She had spent the last week wondering what possessed her to keep seeing him. What made her answer his calls and agree to meet him when he could get away? What made her come up with increasingly creative alibis and excuses to leave her husband and kids for a few hours so she could spend a few stolen moments with this man? What power did he have over her that she found so hard to overcome?
She sighed again. It was the sex. And then there was the knowledge that he still found her hard to resist, even after all this time. It was a power thing for her as much as it probably was for him.
She took one more drink of diet coke and popped a breath mint, chewing it quickly and breathing in the cold November air to intensify the mint flavor. The mint might also help settle the butterflies in her stomach. Maybe. More than likely, it would take a few of his kisses. She powdered her nose, wishing this hadn't been the week her face decided to break out. Oh well, not much she could do about it now, Heather thought, as she quickly brushed her auburn hair. She looked good when she left the house this afternoon, but now she looked road weary and tired.
She got out of the car and shut the door, straightening her sweater and tugging on her jeans, wondering what had possessed her to wear her black boots today. Her feet were killing her, thanks to the two-inch heels which made driving difficult. But they made her feel sexy, and she felt like she deserved to at least try to look sexy today, all things considered. The sweater helped. It hugged her curves and accentuated her full bust, which she considered to be one of her best features. As she walked toward the lobby door, she patted the front pocket of her jeans, confirming that her pocket vibe was still there, just in case she decided she needed it.
Fortunately, the lobby was deserted and she quickly found the elevator and took it to the second floor. His room was three doors down on the left, and true to his word, he had left the door ajar. She hoped he might still be in the shower, because it would buy her a few extra minutes to mentally prepare herself before she saw him.
She tapped the door a few times as she pushed it open, and came face to face with him, his black hair still wet from the shower, wearing only plaid lounging pants. His copper skin glistened, still somewhat damp. The bathroom door was open behind him, the bathroom filled with steam. She opened her mouth to say hello in response to his smile, but he kissed her before she had a chance, and the "hi" melted into a moan as his tongue slid across her lip. A tingle spread from her stomach to her groin, accompanied by a rush of heat.
Sam pulled her into the room and the door closed behind her with a click, his mouth busy on hers as his hands explored her curves. Heather lost herself in the kiss, her mind already thinking about how his mouth would feel on other parts of her body. At some point, she dropped her purse, unable to hold on to it any longer as her hands began to roam his body, reacquainting her with his flesh.
When they finally came up for air, she was standing next to the coffee table in the sitting area that preceded the sleeping area. She slipped out of her boots and socks as Sam stripped off his pants and sat down on the king size bed, noting that he had already pulled back the blankets before she arrived. He was lying down, watching some entertainment cable show, when she reached the bed.
"Take your clothes off," he said, always the direct one.
She unfastened her jeans and wriggled out of them, kicking them aside, but leaving her panties on. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on top of her jeans, aware he was watching her every move.
"Now your panties and bra."
She unhooked her bra and tossed it aside with her jeans and sweater, freeing her C-cup breasts from their underwire prison, then slipped her panties off her hips and let them drop to the floor.
"Come here."
Heather stepped out of her panties, walked over to the bed and stretched out beside him, anticipating the lovemaking that would soon follow. As much as she hated to admit it, she would do anything to fuck this man, including risking her own marriage and children. He was incredible in bed, and she couldn't deny him, especially today, their last time together.
He lay there with his hands behind his head, watching TV. It was Heather's job to arouse him, and she enjoyed being able to take her time for a change. She lay beside him, propped up on one elbow, and traced patterns along his skin with the fingers on her other hand. On each trip around his body, she lingered in different areas, first his neck, then his nipples, his stomach, his thighs, carefully avoiding his semi-erect penis. After a few rounds, she began to use her whole hand, increasing the pressure on his skin somewhat. His breathing changed, and she knew her efforts were working.
"Turn over," she suggested, "and I'll rub your back." He scooted toward the middle of the bed and flipped over, resting his head on his arms. Heather straddled his lower body with hers and began to run his shoulders and back with firm strokes, using her fingers to knead away any lingering tension around his neck and the upper part of his back.
She worked her way down to his waist and back up, knowing he was beginning to get turned on, but she wanted to make the most of their time together this time. It was rare when they didn't have to hurry or listen with one ear for the sounds of an approaching car or opening door. Heather also knew that his wife never bothered to take the time to seduce him, this wonderful man who was a sex god, and it was a shame. He deserved to know he was desired and worthy of seduction, and she wanted to leave him with memories of their final time together that he would revisit for years to come.
Heather leaned over and kissed the curve of his neck very softly, where his neck met his shoulder beneath his right ear. Slowly, her lips traveled up to his ear, gently sucking on his earlobe before moving away. She began to leave a path of kisses on random parts of his back, sides, and neck. He responded with quiet moans and finally "God, that's incredible." Then, and only then, did she go back to his ear for one final nibble and a quiet whisper of "please fuck me."
Sam sat up and pushed her back against the pillows, maintaining eye contact as he moved in to kiss her, spreading her legs with his knees and positioning them up and open around him. He kissed her hard, allowing only his mouth to touch her as he braced himself with his hands on either side of her head.
Heather could feel the heat from his body above her, and she desperately wanted to feel him pressed along the length of her. She also was well aware that he knew what she wanted, and would give it to her when he decided it was time. Patience was not one of her virtues, but she knew it would be worth the wait.
Slowly his kisses left her lips and moved down her neck, finding her breasts and lingering there for a few moments before traveling down her belly and between her legs.
He warmed her lower lips with his breath, making her pant in anticipation. She was already quite wet, knowing what was in store for her when he finally parted her with his tongue.
Ever so slowly he eased his tongue between her lower lips, and she nearly jumped from the sensation of his warm wet tongue on her highly aroused sex.
He teased her as she had teased him earlier, licking everywhere except her clit. She thrust her hips to meet his face, trying to entice him to pay attention to her hot spot.
He pulled back and looked up at her. "Just lay back and enjoy," he whispered. "I'll get there when it's time." She moaned in frustration, but lowered her hips to the bed and grasped a handful of sheet instead.
Sam returned to his teasing, plunging his tongue inside her and licking her G-spot, clearly enjoying the wetness pouring out of her.
And then, finally, he turned his attention to her clit, making her cry out as he sucked hard while rubbing it quickly with his tongue. She was so close to coming, but knew that without something inside her she wouldn't be able to.
"Please, put your fingers inside me," she begged.
He shook his head no and continued to assault her clit with his mouth, using his hands to spread her open wide, giving him full access to all sides of it.
