by Lisa Sumil
Oh my God.
I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to stop. It took every fiber of me not to crawl on top of him and beg for him to drive himself inside me. I didn’t remember ever feeling so much desire with anyone before.
He brushed his fingers inside my bodice again and pinched my nipple. I moaned against his mouth. I was losing what little control I had and just wanted him to take me however he wanted. I didn’t care that we were in public, I didn’t care about anything except that I wanted more pleasure.
“Let’s go back to my hotel,” I said breathlessly. He nodded, his eyes sparkling in delight as he took me in.
“You’re beautiful when you’re flushed,” he said, kissing me tenderly as we left the lounge.
Warren hailed the cab and took my hand in his as we sat in the back seat. His wedding band reflected the light like an ominous beacon. I twirled it under my thumb so it spun around on his finger. He looked at me curiously.
“How many?” I whispered, wondering if he knew what I was asking.
He smiled. “First time.”
I raised my eyebrows at him.
“I have no reason to lie to you. You are the lie.” His face was void of emotion when he spoke and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. “It’s not too late to back out you know. You can still go home a loyal wife.”
From the corner of my eye I saw the cabby glance up quickly into his rearview mirror and I self-consciously lowered myself further into the plastic seats. I shook my head.
“I want this.”
And it was true. I wanted it more than anything and I couldn’t see myself turning back.
“Good.” Warren leaned in, breathing against my ear as he spoke. “Because I have some things planned for you when we get upstairs.”
Heat rushed through me and all the way down. We had just pulled in front of my hotel and I wanted to run upstairs and into Warren’s arms. But, instead we walked in silence as the sexual tension between us continued to build relentlessly. When we got to the elevator I remembered our ride up to the Waldorf-Astoria’s rooftop. Was that only a few hours ago? Warren stepped up to me and pushed me against the cold mirrored walls, pulling my bodice down to my waist, exposing my breasts to him. The cold mirrors, the sudden exposure, the erotic heat rolling off Warren in waves nearly knocked me down to my feet. He rubbed his thumbs against my nipples and they responded to him.
The elevator ding’d, indicating we reached my floor and Warren casually lifted my bodice back up to cover me while trailing kisses down my neck and collar-bone. Just before the doors slid shut again he was pulling me through them.
We got to my room and I was happy that I had left it relatively clean. Although the bathroom was flooded with makeup and hair products. Warren immediately went to the phone and dialed room service – ordering champagne, strawberries, chocolates, and ice.
When he hung up the phone he turned to me as I just stood in the middle of the floor, unsure of what to do.
“You look uncomfortable, you should take that off,” he said. His eyes growing dark in lust.
“What about room service?”
“Let me worry about them.” He walked over to me as he untied his bow-tie. “Close your eyes.”
I did and became hyper-aware of everything around me. His lips and teeth grazed my neck and shoulders as his hands ran down my arms. I felt him step behind me and pull my arms taut. I gasped as he tied his tie around my wrists, binding them there. The sound of my zipper was loud in the room as he un-did my dress, letting it fall around my ankles. I stood there in just my underwear and heels with my hands tied behind me.
His kisses continued down my neck to my breasts and unexpectedly he slid his fingers inside of me.
“You’re so wet.” His voice was hoarse as he spoke against my skin.
I moaned in response to his fingers as they teased and delighted me. I vaguely heard knocking and the sound of a man yelling ‘Room-Service!’ from the other side of the door.
“Don’t move,” Warren said.
I realized I stood in a way that made me fully visible if he were to open the door completely. As much as I knew I should move, I didn’t. The anticipation and unknowing was exhilarating. I heard Warren talking to the Room-Service attendant but couldn’t decipher their words or if I could be seen. Soon, I heard the soft click of the door and silence followed that seemed to drag on.
Soon, I was being lifted and felt my bare bottom on the dresser. Because my arms were still tied I was at Warren’s mercy. He lifted my legs and I felt them on his shoulders. “Keep your eyes closed,” he whispered against my thigh.
His tongue dove inside me and he teased away, using both his fingers and his tongue. I cried out as the pleasure overtook all my senses. I was frozen in position and couldn’t move, which only drove the pleasure to new levels as I couldn’t pull away when it became more and more intense. Finally, just when I thought I would scream from too much pleasure my body released itself and I felt something I had never felt before. A pulsating reaction underneath Warren’s tongue and he groaned against me as I climaxed against his lips. I already felt spent from the new sensations.
“Stand up and open your eyes.”
I obeyed.
“So you like it rough,” he concluded.
I couldn’t help but giggle. He stood before me and reached his hand behind my back, untying me in one quick motion. He was still in his suit and so I began to undress him. I still urged to feel him deep inside me.
I glanced at the room service tray and champagne on ice on the table.
“That’s for after,” he said before kissing me again.
He lifted me from my bottom and we both fell onto the bed and I looked down at his naked body hovering on top of me.
“You work out,” I said and he chuckled.
“Are you hitting on me Ms. King?” He grinned with his entire face.
I laughed in response. “It sounded that way, didn’t it?” I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer where his hardness pressed against my softness, forming a perfect fit. “I think I already have you.”
His eyes narrowed as he looked down at my lips. “Yes you do,” he said hoarsely.
When he finally slid inside me it was everything I wanted and felt a rush from finally having him. When I climaxed again he flipped me over on my stomach and drove in deeper from behind me. I cried out as he seemed to go deeper and I felt my toes curl. Pleasure rocked me to my core and every nerve ending. I knew he sensed my next climax coming and finally gave in too. His final thrusts sent me over the edge as my last and most powerful climax came at the same time.
He collapsed on top of me, both our bodies’ slick with sweat. I felt like I had taken a drug. I was high on ecstasy. After several minutes he rolled off me and I managed to turn on my side and he ran his hands up my thighs.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
I blushed. I probably had a birds nest for my hair and I’m sure my makeup had run all over my face.
“I need a shower,” I said. “Care to join me?”
I didn’t want him to leave and wasn’t sure what the protocol was now that we had sex.
He followed me into the bathroom and I turned the shower. “I hope you like it hot,” I said, without realizing my poor choice of words.
He laughed regardless, “Yes, I like it hot, Melanie.”
I loved when he said my name.
Steam quickly filled the small bathroom and we both slipped into the shower. He gently caressed my body with the bath gel and soft sponge I had brought with me. It was tender and loving, which surprised me. We were both quiet as we bathed each other.
I felt my stomach growl and was happy that he had ordered some strawberries.
“I’m hungry, “I admitted.
“Me too. You dry off and I’ll go open the champagne.”
I smiled. The night wasn’t over.
When I joined him he was pouring champagne into the two flutes that the hotel provid
ed and lifted his glass.
“Cheers.” He clinked his glass against mine and we both took a sip as we spread out on the bed, munching on strawberries. It was incredible how comfortable I was with him.
“So this is what an affair feels like,” I said.
Warren nodded. “Can I ask you something?”
I felt my heart speed up. Uh oh. “Sure.”
“Why didn’t you ever take your husband’s last name?”
“I forget that you know him,” I said, thinking about his question. “I’m not sure really. It just never happened. I meant to, but just never got around to it and well now, now it just seems too late.”
“Do you want to?”
“No, I never wanted to. So, maybe I subconsciously avoided it.”
“I’m glad you didn’t,” Warren admitted. “I like Melanie King better than Melanie Davenport. It has a nicer ring to it.”
~~~
I thought about that night as I lay in bed next to my husband. It was one of the only times we ever discussed our spouses. Instead of falling asleep, though, I was now more wide awake than before I climbed into bed.
Thinking about that first night with Warren Brown left me yearning for him. I thought about slipping into the bathroom and satisfying myself but knew that wasn’t enough. I pulled my phone out from under my pillow and sent a quick text to Warren.
You up?
Only a few minutes passed before I got a response.
Can’t sleep. You?
I can’t either.
Need me inside of you?
I did need him inside of me. Yet, not only for the pleasure he gave me physically.
I do
Be there in 15
I sighed. I looked over to Zach he slept soundlessly next to me. I half-wondered if he were listening to me text away on my phone.
I looked at the bedside clock and realized I had only been in bed a half-hour. I lay there for another ten minutes thinking of what I would say to Zach in the morning when he confronted me about sneaking out of the house. I knew the conversation would happen, it was inevitable. Yet, I couldn’t come up with any explanation. A part of me just wanted to tell him the truth and stop with the lies. It was exhausting. Another part of me also realized that I wanted to tell him because I wanted to sabotage our marriage. I didn’t have the guts to face things head on, I knew.
When I closed the front door behind me I half-expected Zach to follow behind and ask me where I was going. But, he didn’t. As I walked down the block to Warren’s waiting car I was filled with a mix of desire and angst.
“What happened to teasing me until this weekend?” I asked mockingly as I hopped into the passenger seat.
His welcoming smile vanished. “That was before – That was a stupid idea.”
I pressed my lips together. That was before we realized our time was coming to an end. The thought made my heart ache.
“Where to?” I asked, wondering where we would go this time.
Heat and desire filled his eyes. I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off my shoulders, then I slipped my pants off and climbed into the backseat naked. He followed behind me as he undressed. He filled me quickly and I begged for him to go harder to fill the burning need that had been growing in me since I started thinking of our first night in New York.
Just before I climaxed he flipped me over and I leaned over the back of the bench seat. He slid in from behind and went even harder and deeper and slid his hand in front while teasing my clitoris. I tried to take deeper breaths to slow my climax and make it last. He slid out again and let go, keeping me from my desperate need for a climax. It was both torturous and fulfilling. He teased my nipples as he kissed my shoulders and I swayed against his hips, the cool air brushing against my wetness.
“Please,” I begged.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he said.
He slid his finger inside me slowly and tickled my g-spot just enough to drive thrills of pleasure through my body. He slowly and gently rubbed his finger against my clit while he entered me again and I knew he was ready to cum soon. He didn’t stop teasing me with his fingers while he slammed into me over and over again. I fiercely clutched onto the leather seats as I cried out while I climaxed in both spots simultaneously. I was grateful that he came with me because I was done. Tears unexpectedly fell from my cheeks as spasms continued to rock through my body.
I vaguely heard him toss the used condom in a plastic bag he kept in the car as I curled up in the back seat. He brushed my sweaty hair away from my face.
“You look like you just had sex.” He smiled.
My eyes grew heavy as I struggled to stay awake. He leaned against me, resting his head against my chest as my breathing grew steadier.
“I was thinking of New York,” I told him.
“The best night of my life.”
I lifted my head up in surprise but he kept his down on my chest, not making eye contact. My head fell back against the seat.
“The best night?” Doubt clouded my minded.
He sighed heavily. “The best night.”
Tears welled up in my eyes and I refused to blink, not letting them shed.
“You don’t believe me?”
I shook my head, though he couldn’t see me.
“I told you Ms. King, I don’t lie to you. I won’t ever lie to you.”
“I am your lie.”
He lifted himself up and I saw the anguish in his features. This was torture for us both.
“Warren, maybe we shouldn’t see each other anymore. This is –“I choked on my last words, “This is too hard,” I finally admitted.
“Just give us until Rome.”
The tears escaped.
“Just give us until Rome, Melanie.”
As always, my name on his lips did strange things to me and I nodded. Not trusting myself to speak.
“You’re all I have, you know.”
“You have Sophia.”
“Sophia’s gone.”
He sat back as he slowly started putting his clothes back on. I felt like I had been branded with a red-hot iron. His words came out phlegmatic, but I knew better. I recognized the despair as his brows came together in thought.
“What do you mean? You mean because of her depr–“
“No. I mean yes, that’s part of it. But, she left. This evening – that’s why I was texting you so much.”
“Does she know?”
“I don’t think so. At least she didn’t say anything.”
“Where did she go?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Realizing too late how bad my timing was in the delivery in my own news.
7
Zach left before I even woke up. I sat up in bed and the sheets beside me were cold. Then I looked at the bedside clock and knew I’d be late for work. What did it matter? I wasn’t going to be working there much longer anyway and I doubt I could get a photo-journalism job in Barley Coast.
I rubbed my eyes, willing myself to wake up. Even when I got back to the house the second time I wasn’t able to go back to sleep. Sophia had left to her mom’s house and there was no sign of her coming back. She had to know and I don’t know what that meant for Warren. I tossed and turn and finally fell asleep just before dawn. I was now going on just two hours of sleep.
I staggered into Lillian’s room and wanted to climb into bed with her instead of wake her up for school. By the time I got her dressed, fed her breakfast, and got myself looking decent enough for work an hour had passed. She was late for school and I was really late for work. We dashed to the car and I rushed her to a class, apologizing profusely to her homeroom teacher. Then, when I got back into the car I realized that I had left my phone under my pillow at home.
Shit!
I needed to make sure I got to my phone before Zach did. I hadn’t deleted any of my texts from the night before and I knew he was already suspicious. I wanted to call my boss, but I couldn’t, since I didn’t have my stupid phone.
I made the d
ecision to go back home and get it. Leaving the phone was a bigger risk than being late and I was already late anyway. I got to the house in record time and noticed Zach’s car was parked in the driveway.
Shit!
I pulled up behind his car and sat there for a moment, banging my head against the steering wheel. This was the beginning of the end, I knew. The longer I sat there the more apprehensive I grew. Resolved, I finally got out of the car, straightened my back and lifted my head up, walking confidently into our home.
“Hey Zach!” I called out.
Silence.
I crept down the hallway and peaked into our bedroom. Where was he? Glancing at our bed it still looked disheveled. When I peaked under my pillow I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not taking any more chances I quickly deleted all the texts and then continued my prowl of the house. Where was Zach?
“Zach honey, this isn’t funny. Where are you?”
I checked every room and no longer able to waste any more time I left the house. I sent a text to my boss just before pulling out of the driveway and the entire time I wondered where Zach was. I looked at his car one more time before driving off and didn’t see him in there.
My mind turned the entire drive to work and I began to wonder if his car was there the entire morning and I just didn’t notice. No, it couldn’t have been - even Lillian would’ve said something. I was walking barefoot on the edge of a sharp knife and the wounds were starting to bleed.
Somehow, even through the fog, I managed to make it to work. My mind went from thinking of Warren and Sophia to thinking about Zach’s disappearance this morning. After a few hours of not being able to get any work done I sent a text to Warren.
How are you holding up?
His response was immediate, like he had been holding the phone in the hand.
Been better
