by Simply BWWM
She slid her arms around his neck, holding him to her, and he picked her up around the waist, hugging her to his body, their lips and tongues moving swiftly together. "I want you so much it hurts me..." he whispered. "I know this shouldn't happen..." He felt twinges of guilt in his heart, but she kissed them away and clung to him, feeling heat engulf them both.
"It's my choice too, and I want it as much as you do. I want to give you the love you've lived without for so long," she said, in between his kisses. He opened the sliding glass door and walked into his room with her wrapped around him, and closed the door behind him, then walked toward his bed.
“I know I've never known anything like this before." He stood her on her feet and slowly peeled her dress from her, staring at the swells of her breasts and the curves of her waist and hips. He ran his fingers over her lightly, tracing the lines of her, touching softly as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back, breathing in the electric feel of it.
He pulled his own clothes off and lowered her to the king sized bed beneath them, touching her softly, tasting her, exploring every inch of her with his lips and tongue, with his hands and his body as she sighed sweetly in happiness, kissing him in return and curling herself around him.
Ramon could not get enough of the taste of her mouth or the feel of her body against his, and as she wrapped her legs around him, it took everything in him to pause and look at her in all seriousness.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked hoarsely. She nodded and pulled him to her breasts, "More than anything I have ever wanted.” She kissed his face, and then his lips. "Make love with me, Roman, please make love with me."
He closed his eyes and pushed himself inside her, feeling her tighten around him as he began to pump himself into her depths, and a rush of pleasure and passion such as he had never known, swept through him, and overwhelmed him so much that he had no thought in the whole world but here, right there, right then. They moved together, twisting and grasping, kissing, biting, clinging and moaning as their bodies locked together, and their orgasms made them hold desperately to each other, as she trembled in his arms and he flooded her with all that was in him. The energy in them dissipated and they laid back against the pillows, holding hands, kissing softly, and smiling in amazement at one another.
They were silent awhile, gazing at one another, neither one wanting to break the spell. Their soft, intermittent kisses became warm again, and then hot, and before long they were tangled in impassioned love again. It was three times that they lost themselves in each other before the sun came up, three times that they clung to one another and felt their worlds turn inside out. Then they fell asleep in the light of the new dawn, and when they went to shower together, they made love again, wishing they could hold on to every precious moment they had as the boat drew nearer their destination.
They dressed, and found their way back upstairs, trying to act like the friends that they had been before they found their way into each other's arms, and hoping that no one else noticed.
She left him for a short time, heading to her room to change her clothes and pack her bags. He packed his bags in his room and he heard a knock at the door. He knew it was her; he knew she needed him one more time, but when he opened the door, he saw Allen standing there looking like hell.
Roman blinked and stepped back. "What happened to you?" he asked, astounded at the state his friend was in.
"She didn't let me out of her room all weekend. I don't think I can even move." He walked over and sat on the edge of Roman's bed. "I should have stayed in here with you. I'd have gotten some sleep."
"Well, we'll be back in Carmel soon, so go shower and pack, and maybe you'll have time for a nap. Just lock your door and don't answer it." Roman chuckled a little at Allen, and sent him on his way down the hall. He looked past Allen to see if Cami was there, but she wasn't, so he closed the door and finished packing.
He was thinking of the transition. He was thinking that he would have to go home to Denise and he knew that he may never be the same again. There was a sharp knock at his door and he knew it must be Allen.
"Come in," he hollered.
The door opened and Cami came in. She was wearing a slip of a dress and he couldn't tear his eyes away from the curves of her body that pressed against the material. He knew those curves, and it was all that he could do to raise his eyes to meet hers.
"This is goodbye, isn't it?" she asked, looking at him miserably. "You're going to go back to your wife, and your world, and I'm going to go back to mine, and that will be the end of it, won't it?" she whispered.
He shook his head. "No... we can... we can talk... we can..."
She shook her head back at him. "No, we can't. We live far enough apart that we won't run into each other. We won't be near each other. We won't be close enough to... do this again, and even if we were close, I don't want to be your mistress. I don't want to be an aside to your marriage. The best way to do this is to end it, and call it the best dream we ever had."
He frowned and furrowed his brow. "That's not enough!" he spoke adamantly. "You brought me back to life again... you gave yourself to me... you... you touched me...." He reached for her and pulled her close to him, holding her tightly and kissing her hard on her mouth.
His hands moved over her thin dress and cupped her breasts, and he felt her nipples harden beneath his palms and fingertips and he groaned in need. He moved her to the bed and slid his hands up underneath her dress, moving his fingers between her thighs to touch her, to feel the moistness between her legs. She cried out softly as he massaged his fingertips over her and slid them into her while his mouth moved over her neck and lips, and she came in moments at his touch.
"Once more. I have to have you one more time," he insisted, pulling her dress from her body and pushing his clothes off him to the floor. He laid her back on the bed and made no pretenses, no flirtatious foreplay, he only spread her thighs apart swiftly and thrust himself into her. She clung to his shoulders and buried her face in his neck, kissing his chest. Then she threw her head back as he took over the deepest parts of her, driving her to ecstasy again and again, while his mouth sucked hungrily at her breasts and her tongue.
He took all of her that he could take until he was spent, and everything in him flowed into her, warming her, connecting them, making them one, one more time, before he kissed her softly and pulled himself from her, rising up above her to dress himself again. He lifted her carefully to her feet and kissed her sweetly on her mouth.
'There has never, ever, been anyone like you in my life, and I know we didn't have much time together, but I am so glad that we shared what we did have. You have given me more than you will ever know," he whispered, and she kissed him again, unable to speak. She pulled on her dress and he turned away from her, unwilling to watch her cover her body and get ready to leave him.
She hugged him from the back, circling her hands around his waist, and he turned in her arms and kissed her hungrily once more, drinking in her kiss like it was oxygen, and then he let her go. They wandered to the landing in their own separate ways when they docked, and they looked at each other and waved goodbye amidst the other guests who were oblivious to them, all waving and chattering as Cami and Roman stood watching each other silently.
Their eternal moment was broken by Allen, who came rushing up to Roman and begged in a hoarse whisper, "Get in the car, get in the car, get in the car!" He pushed Roman toward their limo. "Hurrry! Go faster! Go!" Just as they were climbing in, he heard Colette calling for her poopsie, almost yodeling up the hill to him, waving her arms and dashing after him.
The driver closed the door and Allen sank down to the floor and looked up miserably at Roman, whispering, "Is she gone? Are we going yet?"
Roman shook his head and looked out the window. "Just another minute."
The car pulled away and he watched Cami climb inside her limo. She turned just then, and looked toward his car. He didn't think she could see him through the dark g
lass, but he felt as if their eyes had met one last time, and he wished her every good thing in the world, for the rest of her life, and then she was out of sight, and the limo was rolling down the road.
"You can get up now,” he said, looking down at Allen.
Allen slowly clambered up onto his seat and slouched into the deep cushion.
"You would not believe what I went through this weekend." he sighed loudly.
"Oh, do tell." Roman laughed at him. "Wait... on second thought, I don't think I want to know." He reached over and clapped his hand down on Allen's knee. "At least you made it out alive, buddy. That's saying something. Most of her ex-husbands fall off the edge of the earth and no one ever hears from them again."
"Lucky bastards," groaned Allen.
Roman poured them both a drink and as Allen nursed his carefully, Roman stared out the window and watched his life come back into focus. By the time they reached San Francisco, he was almost sure that it had been a dream, and he would have been positive about that, had it not been for the thin silver bracelet around his wrist.
Chapter 2
Roman sat at his desk, reviewing the specs on a new yacht that a German manufacturer wanted him to buy, when the phone rang.
Janine's voice came over the intercom. "Roman, it's that cute little sales Captain from the Netherlands; you know, the one in Europe."
"Yes, thank you, Janine. Put him through." Roman smiled. Janine was from the Bronx. She dressed like it, she spoke like it, she looked and acted like it, and it was one of the reasons he hired her. No one got to him unless they got through her first, and that was a chore.
"This is Roman," he answered his phone when it rang.
"Hello Roman! This is Jonathon Heatherwick. How are you doing?" he asked in his jovial voice.
Roman grinned and leaned back in his chair. "Well hello, Captain! How are you doing this fine day?"
"I'm wonderful, thank you, but my, it's been so long since I saw you, when was the last visit we had?" the old captain asked, reminiscing.
Roman knew right away when the last visit was. He touched his wrist where the silver bracelet used to rest, until he took it off six months after the day he'd bought it. It hurt his heart too much to wear it, and Denise hated it. She constantly made ugly remarks about it to him, and he couldn't bear to listen to her any longer, so he took it off and hid it in a special box in his closet.
"It was a year ago, good Captain,” he said solemnly. His mind flashed back to memories of her in his head. Memories that he only let filter through his thoughts once in a while, like sunlight on a foggy cloudy day, but those days were very few and far between. He focused on his business all of the time, and tried to keep up with his wife, and that was all.
"A year? Well that's too long. Listen, I have a new boat, and I want you to get the first crack at it. I'm going to bring it to you in San Francisco." Jonathon bubbled through the phone and Roman could hear the smile he knew the Captain was wearing.
"Well, if you're coming over here, please stay with me, I have tons of room in my house, and you're more than welcome to be my guest. I'd love to have you." Roman was glad to think of his old friend coming to the city.
Jonathon paused. "You still married to that woman?"
Roman blinked. "Denise? Yes." Jonathon had met her twice, and both times she had treated him like a barnacle on the bottom of a boat.
"Oh, well, uh.... I think I'll stay on the yacht. Thanks though, but it's a real dandy of a boat and I wouldn't want to trouble you at home." Jonathon stumbled through a declination.
Roman chuckled a little. "Maybe I'll come stay on the boat with you while you're here."
Jonathon let loose a long belly laugh, and said, "Son, you'd be welcome to. You come anytime you like, yes sir, you come alone any time you feel like it."
It was Roman's turn to let out a good laugh and he shook his head. "Alright, well, you let me know when you'll be here."
"I should arrive a week from Wednesday," Jonathon answered.
"Very good, I'll have a berth ready for you at my marina. It'll be good to see you again, Captain." Roman laughed again and hung up the phone.
He pressed the intercom. "Janine?"
She answered him back, "Yes?"
"Would you please make sure there's a berth ready at the marina for Captain Heatherwick when he arrives next Wednesday?"
"I already did it. I'm way ahead of you." She laughed at him and he smiled and shook his head.
"That's why you're working here, Janine. I couldn't run such a tight ship without you."
Roman hung up and his thoughts tried to take him to that dream weekend a year ago, but he shook his head and pushed the thoughts from his mind. He never allowed himself the freedom to really think about her or what happened between them, he just pushed it to a corner of his mind and told himself that it was a beautiful dream he'd had.
Denise was still as she had been with him, and except for the weekend with Cami, he had not had a woman in his bed, any woman, in four years. He took a deep breath and sighed, letting it out and letting it go, and then he went back to work.
A short time later, Allen came rushing into his office from down the hall. "I've got great news!" he said happily, sitting at Roman's desk.
Roman looked up from his computer. "Yeah? What's that?" he asked with high hopes.
Allen leaned forward in his chair. "Well, I just got off the phone with the Senator-"
Janine buzzed in and said with a disapproving tone, "'The Wife' is here."
Roman looked from Allen who seemed as though he might burst, to his telephone. "Well, I'm in a meeting, she'll have to-"
"I'd be glad to stop her for you, Mistah Bruce, but you have to promise me that you won't have me arrested if I do," Janine said loudly over the intercom.
The door of his office was flung open for the second time in about three minutes and a tall, leggy redhead with an extremely voluptuous and expensive body, sashayed through the door.
"I do not have to wait. I never have to wait. I'm your wife,” she purred with narrowed eyes, glaring at him.
"Ya know, if you wore bells on ya hips, you'd be your own brass band when you walked. Maybe then you could make ya own money," Janine snapped at Denise as she closed Roman's office door.
Allen almost choked trying to hold back his laugh and Roman just shook his head and looked up at Denise.
She was wearing a thin little royal blue, satin dress that was too tight to really fit her; it was extremely low cut over her enormous chest, and high cut over her knees so that when she sat, the edge of her thigh-high stockings peaked out of the slit up the dress on the side of her leg. Her red hair was piled in a messy bun at the back of her head, and her makeup was on a little thicker than usual. She must be trying to impress someone, he thought.
"Why are you here?" Roman asked his wife, leaning back in his chair.
She shifted her shoulders haughtily. "Well, I have some important news that we need to talk about." She looked down her nose at Allen. "So you can leave and go back to your hole."
Allen grew defensive, which he rarely did with Denise. "Listen, you aren't the only one with big news, and I happen to be in a meeting with Roman right now, an important meeting which you just interrupted!"
Denise turned her narrow gaze to her husband. "Roman, kick him out. Now."
Roman furrowed his brow at her. "I'm not kicking him out. We were in the middle of a meeting!"
She sat forward in her chair and bounced her breasts up as she arranged herself for better posture. "Well, this is more important."
Roman sighed and covered his eyes with his hand. Then he lowered his hand and shook his head at Allen, who was desperate to share his news with Roman.
"Alright, Denise. What's so important?" Roman sighed and looked at her with tired eyes.
"Well!" she exclaimed importantly. "I was at the yacht club for lunch today; did you know they're serving that escargot again? Who the hell wants to eat snails? I told them they
have to stop serving it, but they are ignoring me again. I told them if they didn't listen to me, I'd have you fire them."
Roman leaned forward in his chair and looked at his wife with a dangerous expression. "You came in here and interrupted me to tell me about escargot?"
She waved her hand at him and shook her head, making her red curls swing around.
"No, no, no. That's just one of the things. Let me finish! So anyway, I want the escargot taken off the menu, permanently. The other thing is that I was sitting in the sauna with Cressida Halston and Bethany Woodrow, you know they're from-"
In a rare moment of frustration, Roman lost his patience. "Why are you here?!" he demanded. He had been put on edge a bit from his morning's memories, and his wife was no help, whatsoever.
