~ sinful escape ~

They both enjoy the Sunday breakfast in bed. She was in his arm, that’s all she wanted of him, his closeness, to make him forget about his pain. She began to say “I have something to tell you”. She paused to look into his eyes, if she should really tell him what she wanted to get off her chest. He raised his eyebrows as he sips his coffee only to blurt out, “go on, tell me”. She replied with a heavy sigh, took his cup of coffee from his hand, got out of his arms and sat on his lap, with her legs on either side. She moved her hands to his cheeks, running her left hand through his hair, running through his think curls, “I have something to tell you and please don’t be mad at me”. She paused once again, with an emotionless smile on her face, sighed again and began “I just found out”, sighed again and stopped her words, taking a deep breath once again and she tried not to swallow her words once again, “I caught my husband cheating on me”. She stopped her words, took her hands away from him and she moved away from him as he sat there motionless biting his lips and listening to what she was saying.

“tell me something, tell me anything” pleading to him, as he sat there motionless. She tried to grind off him, she got on her knees to get off him, he stopped her, holding her left hand and pulling her on top of him. She fell on top of him, she looked into his eyes, his lips opened slowly which all the while was not moving, “it’s alright, I know what its like to lose someone you love”. She sighed in relief, he could feel her body heaving against him and she closed her eyes and laid her head softly on his bare chest. A soft cry as tears rolled from her eyes onto her cheeks and then on his body, he lifted her chin up, wiping the tears away from her face, “ didn’t we agree on no regrets, no thank you, no sorry”, she nodded softly and threw her hand around his neck and laid her head once again on his chest. It’s been sometime since she had laid there on top of him like this, he stroked through her long dark hair and tried to swallow the words in his mind, but he couldn’t. Before he could begin to say anything, she began to say “do you have to go”, there was pain in her words and he knew of the pain in some way. “not if you want me to” he smiled at her, trying to take her pain away. She looked up to his eyes; she smiled back softly, “please stay”.

He rolled her away from his body and get out of bed, she was on her back looking at him, her chest heaved up and down with a loud sigh and “so all that was just a tease” was the question she managed to ask her after fighting with it inside her mind, watching him get dressed, as he teasingly said “who said I’m leaving” as he winked. She quickly got herself straight up from the bed, “what do you mean”, “now can I have my shirt please” and she replied pleadingly “no, don’t leave me, I’m not going to give you the shirt”, he stood there holding his jean pocket, “do you want me to take you around without a shirt” with a evil smirk on his face. Her face lit up in excitement and then the next second her bright smile went away. He asked her “why the saddened face now”, “well you know why” was her soft sad reply, “no I don’t know why” was his response to her, “you know I can’t be seen out with you”, he stood there with disbelief, “ is that your problem, who said anything about going around in this town”. She was on her knees on the bed, unbuttoning his shirt she was wearing all the while, with a quizzical look on her face she asked “what do you mean”, “I mean we are getting out of this town, I’ve already got a room booked at the hotel”, she was shocked at his words, she paused unbuttoning for a sec, “and when did you plan on telling me this, why don’t you want to stay here with me”. He moved closer to her, she still could smell his perfume on his neck, as she threw her arms around his neck, he tried to take the shirt off her body, “I wanted to surprise you and to tell you the truth, I’m not comfortable in sleeping in another man’s bed”, he was strong with his reply. He took the shirt from her, “come on, let’s get out of here”.

She couldn’t say no to him or yes to him, she was fighting for a reply in her head. She knew she had already crossed the fence and now there was no point in looking back. She pulled herself together and made up her mind, she was going to have the best Sunday. As she was getting dressed, “what about your clothes”, “oh we’ll get something on the way or pick it up on the way”, she surprised herself at saying yes to eloping away from the city, from her house, her bed, which has tormented her all this while, a much needed sinful escape she thought. He was waiting for her until she changed herself to more than skin, stood there watching her robe herself with every piece of garment she needed to get out of the house. She covered herself in embarrassment with her hand and turned her back to face him. “oh, so you shy to show me your nudity to me now”, she replied quickly, “yes I’m” and yet he stood there, “move it” she said with a raised voice followed with a giggle. He was on the large black leather couch, thumbing away a text, she came from behind and pulled the phone away from him, “you are not going to get this until we get back” she put it away in her bag, “let me at least finish the text” he said, she denied him saying, “she can wait until we get back, today you promised to be with me and you better keep that promise”. He sighed and asked her “we all set”, she came close to him whispered in his right as she let her hand wrap around his broad waist “I’ve got something special”, he looked at her with a evil grin once again, “if you say so”. She led him out of her house, pulled her shades down from her head to cover her eyes from the world, but everyone in the building knew her, she was mostly known by her surname.

She was driving seat today, “are we getting your clothes on the way or you picking up the beach shorts I got you last time” she asked him, “oh yes, that’s exactly what I had in mind, let’s go pick up my clothes” was his reply. She sped away close to his and parked closer to his house “I’ll wait here” she said and he got out of the car. He was back in the next few minutes. “so where are we going now” she asked him, he said, “just keep driving”. Soon they were out of the bustling city and the seashore line’s came to their view, she wanted to feel the breeze rush past against her face, she felt an excitement running all over her body, she glanced at him, through her dark shades. “keep your eyes on the road” he said, “you think I can’t keep my eyes on you and the road” she questioned him, “I bet you can” he replied and pulled down his aviators to cover his eyes. They reached the hotel sooner than she anticipated, but she wanted to be one with his skin. He finished up picking the keys and he had gotten the room on the top most floor of the hotel, he picked up her bag and she walked hand in hand with him. Still her shades covering her eyes and hiding her anxiety, excitement, the thought of getting away from the city to a faraway place with him. She never imagined she would be where she is now, but here she was with him. He led the way to the suite, locked the door behind them. He dropped the bags and grabbed from him behind, almost startling her, his lips came down on her fair skin, her long jet black hair was between his lips and her skin, she pulled them away to once again feel his skin touch hers and send thrills all over her body. She pulled his hands tighter around her waist, drawing him closer, his broad shoulders helped him almost cover her from behind; she threw her head back on his shoulder, trying to reach and to nibble his ear, but failing. She turned around to face him, she got out his embrace, he stood there puzzled, she pulled her top over her head and walked to the bedroom, he followed her right behind her, she led him to the room with her hand in his and he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze.

She stood close to the king size bed, waiting for him to come take her, she needed him more. He was like a drug that she could not get enough of, she thought to herself. He came next to her, taking off his t-shirt, “I need to shower” he said, as he walked away from her pulling the towel from his bag, she pulled the towel from his hand “look who’s shy now” she said to him a teasing tone. “you can keep it” and he took off his shorts “and I’m not shy”, winked back at her and kept walking towards to the bathroom and left the door open. She could see him from where she was standing; she was still holding his towel in her hand, watching him get wet was provoking her thoughts to join him. She tried as much to resist the temptation of being there next to him in the shower; finally she gave in, “what the hell” she thought, before she threw the last piece of the silky piece of cloth that was covering her skin. She joined him from behind, running her hands on his broad shoulders, cold was drizzling down his spine, slowly let her hands brush against his body and the guzzling water she reached forward to his chest and held him tight. He could feel her skin one with his one, in a tight embrace she stood there getting herself wet. He turned around put his arms around her, held her tight, lifting up her chin, eyes closed, he moved closer to her lips and stopped just a breath away, she leaned forward, for she longed for his kiss since she got out of the house and now she was in state of euphoria. Her mind told her, this was just the beginning.

Her hands ran wild over his back; his hands held her hip in a steady position as their lips went at each other like lovers who didn’t have a tomorrow, well no one knows what tomorrow brings. Against the gushing water, their skin dashed against each other making the sound of water splash, thrills ran over her body like never before, or at least not in the recent time and she loved every second that she was with him. He gave her that feeling of being wanted, in the back of her mind she knew this was all wrong, but she couldn’t be bothered anymore with the pain and loneliness. She reached up to him on her toes and pushed him against the wall, he was surprised at her move, even she was, like someone else has taken over her body and she liked that feeling inside her. Her hands ran wild through his thick curls, she clutched the end of this curls tight, and his hands were caressing her wet back, her chest now crushed against his strong chest. She brought her left hand down to run on his chest, running her nails on his chest, followed his sigh in pain, they broke off the kiss, he could see 3 small red lines on his chest, she came down to kiss on them, he stepped out of the shower, took the towel from the counter , a large white towel. She stood there facing him, he wrapped the towel around her, tucking the end in on the front and she wrapped one around his waist. He lifted her off her feet to her surprise, “put me down” she squealed, words which fell to deaf ears. “you think I’m not strong enough” he said, “your strong enough, but I’m heavy, now don’t put me down” she quickly threw her hands around his neck.

He walked over to the bed and laid her down slowly, as she rolled to the other end of the bed; the knot that kept the towel around her body came loose. He stood there watching fair wet skin, she tried to cover herself with the towel and he pulled them away from her. He joined her in bed, crawling up to her, as he came on top of her, she loosened the knot that kept his towel at his waist and she was slowly closing her eyes as his lips kept inching towards hers. Her eye lids and she would feel his lips against hers. She longed for this from him, if not for him, she thought it would have been some guy she didn’t even feel anything. Just some random guy who got a lucky screw she thought to her. With him she had a sense of security; she had known him for some time. She let loose of all her fears and hold backs, he let herself free with him, her hands once again ran through this thick wet curl ends, clutching them hard, and other hand running over his back.

He broke from the passionate lip lock, trailing his lips down to her chin, to her neck, as he slowly bit on her neck, a she responded with hers on his neck, very soon something that’s going to be questionable if he went out with high collar. Sighs and hisses of hers filled the room.