Secret First Getaway

The hotel room is the penthouse suite and seems to be designed with a Mediterranean theme that helps to give it a luxurious resort type of feeling. It has lofty ceilings and stone-tiled floors. There are many stone columns throughout its expansive floor plan. The bedroom itself has a four poster bed with long, billowy drapes cascading down to the floor. The massive bed sits upon an upraised dais dominating the room like a figure of power. Off to one side a stone-tiled shower enclosed by glass doors occupies a very large corner and has plenty of room for two people to shower comfortably. On the other side of the bed a large stone balcony opens out towards the city. A slight, cool breeze from the sea delicately massages the hanging drapes about the bed. The soft rustling of the gossamer drapes drifts like a shadow throughout the room. The sounds from the city are heard distantly but are not loud enough to disturb the two figures sleeping contently in the bed.

However, the male figure doesn’t seem able to sleep just yet. He sits up slowly and gazes about the room. His eyes, already accustomed to the dark and the minimal amount of light filtering into the room, glances down at the other sleeping figure beside him. Looking happily at her serene face and lower to her partially exposed flesh he can’t help but feel a flush of pleasure and satisfaction. His thoughts revel in the reality of the situation that brought them together, against all odds. What started innocently enough as an online friendship somehow grew into something more clandestine and resulted in them meeting at this remote location in person. There have been so many conversations through text and then eventually through video. Neither thought it would culminate into this actual physical meeting. They were both content to enjoy each other’s time from a distance, not wanting to ruin or even affect their current relationships and family life that they both already had established.

It was never supposed to have gotten this far. Of course, they both fantasized about it and discussed it at length, like someone talking about the prospect of what they would do if they won the lottery. No one ever really expects to win, but they won their own lottery, after a fashion. Right from the beginning they were honest with each other about their personal lives and marital status. They were upfront about not doing anything to damage or hurt their current familial states. This was something else. Something unique. Something only two people in very similar scenarios and life experiences could possibly understand and be ok with doing. It demanded honesty and trust. They discovered early on that they could have both with each other. The first rule they made was that no one was to be hurt. As long as that rule was observed and their family lives were not affected, what time was left over and allotted to them, they would try to spend together in secret. In whatever shape or form they desired.

This meeting was the ultimate outcome of those desires. After all this time of sharing their erotic fantasies and acting out through role play, all the myriad stories they had fabricated, the result had been this meeting. They were scared and nervous, of course. What if he didn’t feel attracted to her? What if she didn’t like him? Those and so many other questions bombarded them right up until they saw each other in person at the airport.

He can remember every detail clearly as if it had just happened now…

*****

He gazes around the terminal trying to locate her. His height gives him the advantage to look over the surrounding throng of people coming and going. He knew she would be short and have long, dark brown hair. His anxiety was rising with every moment that he couldn’t find her. But then he spotted someone and she was looking right at him smiling. She tentatively raised her hand to wave at him, but he could see even from this distance how nervous she was and probably scared.

They had never met in person. But now her heart was racing. What would he think of her? After all the things they had said and shared, would he respect her? Would he just expect sex from her and nothing else? But what was she expecting from him? Didn’t she just want to have sex with him too, or maybe, was she wanting something a little more? Could she even go through with this? What was she thinking? She had never done anything like this before.

He smiled back and directed his steps towards her. He saw nothing else as the image of her filled his vision as he approached. Suddenly, the distance between them was gone and he was right in front of her looking down into her smiling face. He was trying to keep his breathing calm and settle the anxiety in his stomach.

She can’t believe he is right there, within touching distance, all she has to do is reach out. Looking into his face, wonder and amazement spreads across her own face. Delicately her fingers reach up to caress his jawline. Her fingertips trace its edge and feel its shape as if she had never felt a jawline before. She detects the scratchy stubble of his five o’clock shadow and feels the slight warmth from his skin. She moves her fingertips to his smiling lips and marvels at their softness. She looks deeply into his hazel eyes for the first time. She sees his passion, his excitement, his complete adoration of her. Not only does she see it, but she can feel it. It washes over her.

Still smiling he slowly leans down to place his face right in front of hers. He is going to kiss her for the first time. Letting her fingers slide out of the way, they clasp his strong jaw as their lips meet and their eyes close.

She can’t believe how tender his kiss is. Their lips barely brush each other at first. She pauses to wet her lips with her tongue and look back into his eyes. The fire of passion fills his gaze and she lets it consume her. Pushing his whole body into hers and wrapping his arms around her securely he presses his lips more firmly against hers. She leans into his embrace letting him hold her as she gives herself to him willingly and without restriction.

Her lips part slightly and he takes the invitation to slip his tongue inside her mouth. Now they are both breathing heavily as their impassioned kiss consumes them both. It is as if all their questions have been answered now. All her fears dissipate. His anxiety is replaced with sensuality. His fingers somehow entwine in her hair as he holds her head. Her fingers are gripping the sides of his chest and holding on desperately.

How can this man feel so right? She can feel his body’s need for her. She can smell his scent, it is earthy and musky, it arouses her further. They break the kiss and gasp for air and then return to forcefully kissing the other. They let their need, their wants, their desperation, flow freely for the other. She knows now that she wants him. No, she needs him. She must have him.

He realizes just how much he wants her as well. He knows he must possess her, to make her his. The peachy scent of her hair and her silken, pillowy soft lips drives his unabashed wanting for her. He feels the ache in his stomach. He feels the longing in his heart. The growing arousal of his body also fuels his desire for her and he can think of nothing else except being inside her, finally connected.

At first, she thought she was giving herself to him, but quickly she realized that she was taking from him as much as he was taking from her. Once again she breaks the kiss and leans her head back with her eyes closed. She touches her fingertips to her lips as the feelings wash over her body like waves from an ocean. Her body is on fire and her lips are the ignition point. She touches her lips to somehow feel that heat, that initial spark and to bask in its wildness and freedom.

“Shall we go?” He asks her with his deep, baritone voice and a slight cocky smile.

Giggling with delight she responds, ”Yes, yes,we shall.”

Happily, hand in hand, they walk away and eventually find their way to their hotel. The penthouse is just as much of a dream as their meeting. Once they are settled into the room, they can wait no longer. The urge to finally touch the other, to actually feel their skin, their bodies, and everything else overwhelms them. She is shy at first and he shakes a little bit from nervousness. He leans down to kiss her and envelops her little body in his embrace. Her full lips are so amazingly soft and the taste of her mouth is erotic and sweet.

The kiss quickly becomes needy and desperate. Their tongues touch timidly then dive in and attack each other. Their lips slide all over and their breathing turns into gasps for air. They pull apart just long enough to look into the other’s eyes, searching for something, anything that might signal a problem. Finding none they launch into the other voraciously and raise the intensity of passion to the next step.

Fingers race to find buttons, zippers, a clasp, whatever they can find to start removing their clothing. His shirt is the first to go and she quickly admires the slight definitions of his toned torso and even notices the appealing v-shape descending to his waist. Then her shirt is removed and she feels a twinge of worry. Maybe he will think she is fat, or that she is not pretty enough. But his lips immediately return to hers after he makes a fast, hungry glance down her own torso.

His fingers reach around her body and he somehow pinches her bra clasp like snapping his fingers and it releases its hold miraculously. Sliding her bra down her arms and dropping it to the floor, his gaze lingers a moment longer upon her large, full breasts. She sees nothing but admiration in his eyes before attacking his mouth again, while at the same time her fingers find the button to his jeans. She tugs furiously, nearly ripping his jeans open and yanking the zipper down. He does the same to her.

She tries to shove his jeans over his hips and he tries to push hers down. Neither accomplishes anything and they pause to look in each other’s eyes with embarrassed smiles. They share the moment of awkwardness and silently agree to remove their own jeans.

Quickly they both push their jeans down their legs and kick them free. Pausing again briefly she looks at his mostly naked body as if seeing it for the first time. She has seen him completely naked on video countless times, but this is the first time in person. There are subtle details she could never see on camera. Accents that she hadn’t noticed but truly appreciates. It is the same for him.

Glancing down at the last article of clothing they both still have on, they look back up into the other’s eyes. This is it. This is the final step. It all occurs in the smallest part of a second but for them it is a moment that will linger long afterwards. Smiling, they push the last piece of clothing down off their hips and let them fall to the floor. Their gazes never leave the other as they step forward and kiss each other deeply.

Wrapping their arms around each other and pressing themselves firmly to the other, he can feel her big round breasts squeezing into his chest and she can feel his erect, hard arousal pressing into her stomach.

In unison they step back to the bed. He helps her hop up on it and she spreads her legs. He climbs on top of her and places himself right to her opening. Their urgency and desperation supersede everything. There is nothing more important than their need to finally be connected. They keep kissing, somehow unable to stop.

He holds his weight off her body so as not to crush her, while sliding his hardness back and forth between her velvety folds. Her wetness is paramount and it coats him quickly. Positioning his tip at her entrance with just his hips he pauses to look deeply in her eyes, almost asking for permission.

“Ohh, Logan,” she moans quietly.

“Yes, Danielle.”

He gently pushes inside her expecting resistance, but instead he finds there is none. He thought she might be nervous or anxious. She is neither and he plunges inside quickly.

“Yessss,” she moans loudly.

She can’t believe how much he fills her. She was never disappointed with his apparent size from the pics and video. But now she is actually feeling it inside her completely. It is a pleasure she never could have dreamed of becoming real. She can feel every single ridge, every subtle curve of his shape, and even his warmth flooding her inner expanse.

He begins with a few slow strokes to feel her, but she must have excellent control of her inner muscles because he feels her tighten on his manhood. It nearly overwhelms him with erotic pleasure. He can barely cling onto his emotions. He is trying desperately to maintain some small, meager amount of control to at least make it last as long as possible. But he knows he is holding onto a thread. His orgasm is going to overwhelm him quickly.

Biting her lip as she feels him move his hips back and forth experimentally, she can feel him gliding through her sanctuary and diving deep to push against her hidden spot of pleasure. How is he doing that? She wonders. But she doesn’t have time to process anything as she feels her own orgasm racing out to the cliff. She can’t believe how fast it is building. Never has it been this fast, even on her own. The need is just too much. She has to have him and now, finally, she does.

Quickly he thrusts into her and she feels him hit her spot so deep inside, like he is banging a gong. Each time an explosion erupts which pulsates and pushes her closer and closer to the edge.

It’s too late for him. He cannot hold back the emotions any longer. He has passed the point of no return. He growls deeply and moans loudly. He thrusts as fast as he can, still trying to hold out, while succumbing to the primal urgency of his nature.

She tightens her inside grip on him and begins to wail as he hammers inside her. Her only thought is to question, how does he hit the right spot every time?

“Ohhhh yesssss,” he howls.

“Ahhhhh,” she moans in response.

He bucks hard with the first shot of his creamy, thick liquid jetting inside her. He moans loud and deep.

She hits her own release and feels her orgasm wash over her at the same moment. She moans and throws her head back into the pillow. She feels her body struggling to push through her intense orgasm. Her legs thrash about wildly beneath him.

He thrusts hard again and another smaller load of his seed spurts inside her. Another deep satisfying moan erupts from his lips.

Another intense orgasm rips through her body in riposte to him. The intensity now causes her senses to reel. She knows only the deep pleasure she is feeling and his overwhelming presence.

It is as if a ball of energy created by them is bouncing back and forth between them. He lunges as hard as he can into her, literally pushing every last drop of his essence inside her until he is spent. She receives every drop as a special gift. They moan together until they have nothing left.

He collapses on top of her breathing hard as if he has just sprinted a mile for fear of his life. She drapes her arms and legs around him desperate to hold him as if he may fall apart into pieces and disappear. Their moans subside and only their hard breathing remains until even that fades away.

The smell of their sex permeates the room even as it soaks into the sheets. He finds her mouth and delicately kisses her while smiling with his eyes closed. Her fingers caress his body luxuriating in the small pleasure of finally being able to feel his skin against her fingers. They both are content now. They are connected.

It only took a few minutes, it was almost over as soon as it began. It didn’t matter. It was their first time and their animal lust had to be sated. He had to be inside her and she had to have him inside her. It was mutual and unspoken. From that moment forward everything fell into place. The discovery and adventure into the mysterious path of pleasure and eroticism laid out before them had begun.

Agreeing to find a café to sit and eat they realize that they need to appease a different hunger before they can satisfy the other, more carnal hunger that both begin to feel again. Wherever they go he refuses to let go of her. It is possessive, but in another perspective it is desperation. He is desperate to not lose one moment of feeling her physical form in some way or another. He has finally gotten her in his grasp and he will not waste any time by not holding her as close to his body as he can. She is perfectly happy to be held so securely by him. It is a feeling she has not felt for a very long time, of simply being wanted.

Even at the café, instead of sitting across from each other, they sit side by side. Shoulder to shoulder they talk and laugh, while eating and drinking the finest food the island has to offer. The food melts in her mouth, but it is nothing compared to the feeling of his fluids being held tightly inside her. Occasionally a drop slips out and it moistens her panties. The smell of him constantly wafting up to tease her nose. Everytime she inhales his scent she smiles shyly, but proudly. He is hers now, and she is his.

He can smell the scent of her fluids on him too. It is intoxicating. He is not timid about it. She has a sweetness that is lacy and lusty, which is uniquely all her own and it makes her special. He loves it.

Afterwards they walk down the promenade and curiously look through the windows of the many various shops. Not really interested in buying anything. They use the time to let the dwindling effects of their shared anxieties slip away before returning to their hotel room. When they decide to return it brings upon them a new excitement. One which causes their steps to quicken as they half-skip and half-run giggling back to their room while sharing deep-felt kisses of joy. They are free.

Once again, when they enter their room and he shuts the door behind them, they embrace and impatiently shed their clothes. There is no inhibition this time, no reluctance or embarrassment. They quickly get into the bed and under the sheets. Their excitement and carnal need stoking the fire of their passions again.

“I want you, Danielle,” he says determinedly.

He kisses her lips and then seductively sucks and nibbles on her lower lip, letting it drag slowly from between his lips. He then kisses down her chin and follows the firm curve of her jaw to kiss lightly below her ear. She moans low, almost purring in response.

His body on top of hers, he slides down a bit to kiss his way down her neck and further to explore her mountainous breasts. Not only are they big and fully round, but her small dark nipples stick out prominently from the landscape of the surrounding large areola. He kisses lightly all around her soft breasts. It’s as if he knows just how sensitive her skin is and he knows exactly how she likes to be caressed.

Hooking her leg around his she moans as she feels the beginnings of pleasure build up inside her. She can feel the moisture increasing to a slick wetness. He hasn’t even bothered to touch her there, yet she is completely ready for him to enter her.

Sensing her desire he works his way back up to her mouth, but in doing so, she feels his hard erection rub against her leg as his body slides back up into place on top of her. Again he positions his hardness between the lips of her softness and makes himself slick with her juices.

Plunging inside her pool of pleasure she feels no hesitation this time from him. Arching his back he moves his head down and sucks her hardened nipple into his mouth and flicks it with his tongue.

“Oh yes, Logan,” she purrs as she pushes her chest up to his mouth.

His fingers wrap around her other breast and rubs her nipple back and forth. Then he starts plunging deep inside her. He has much more control this time but he feels it start to slip away as she again clenches tightly with her inner muscles. To him it feels as if she is sucking on his hard cock, pulling him deeper inside. That feeling of tightness drives him wild and crazy. He starts thrusting faster and harder into her.

“Yes, baby,” she urges him, trying to compel him to go even faster and to let go of his control with just her voice.

“Oh my God, your pussy feels… so… Amazing!”

He feels his control slipping away as he tries desperately to hold back his release. He wants to impress her, to pleasure her longer than before. He desires to pleasure her until she is spent and has nothing left. He is fighting against his body’s release, but it is of no use. She simply feels too good, too wonderful.

Growling a moan lustily she responds,”yes, baby… that’s it… your cock… feels so good!”

Her own orgasm is building out of control too. Once again he is piercing her in the exact spot that sends waves of pleasure through her body. Closing her eyes and pushing her head back she bites her lower lip in anticipation of what she knows is coming.

That’s it. With her words he has no resistance left. The lever has been pulled and the inevitable rolling boulder is crashing down the hillside. With a few quick final thrusts and his signature low growl, his release erupts inside her. This time his hands find her arms and he pins her to the mattress as he throws all his body strength into thrusting out his release. He strains and groans with each pumping movement of his hips hard into her.

She screams in joy and elation as her orgasm crashes into his. The feeling of being held down only accentuates her desires. His dominating strength overwhelms her little body. She loves the feeling of being dominated by him, of being used.

He collapses on top of her again. She cradles him happily. His body quivers from the small aftershocks that run rampant through him uncontrollably. She smiles as she feels his thick fluids oozing out of her. There is no room with his engorged cock buried inside her and she is perfectly satisfied to keep him there.

With no other care in the world, they both drift into a lazy slumber of peace. Now his thoughts return him to the present.

*****

But only a couple hours have passed and he has found himself wide awake and staring down at this beautiful creature that he adores so passionately. His mind is swimming with all of his thoughts and he simply cannot relax and rest to sleep as he would like. He feels too energized and needs to do something to burn it off. She is sleeping soundly and he has no wish to disturb her as she is sleeping so peacefully. Very carefully he eases his body from beneath the sheets and steps away from the bed, while keeping a very close watch on her face and listening intently to her breathing to ensure he does not disturb her. Quietly he walks over to his luggage and rummages through it to find some boxers, as well as his Bluetooth earbuds.

After finding his phone and selecting some appropriately fast-paced hard rock he begins going through a routine of stretches to warm up his muscles. His warm-up process comes easily to him with little thought. He is as familiar with it as breathing and it calms his mind, allowing him to focus his thoughts. It takes very little effort on his part since his body is as accustomed to the stretching exercises as his mind. Nearing the end of his ministrations he feels the comforting flush of increased blood flow and the accompanying warmth that floods his body. The light caressing breeze also signals to him the faint sheen of sweat already forming to cover his skin.

Pausing for a moment to take a few deep breaths he eases his body down to the cool stone floor and begins his first set of push-ups. His long frame and slender physique becomes rigid, straight as a board, before his arms push his body up in the air. His movement is not fast, nor slow, but smoothly paced. Upon reaching the peak of the extension of his arms he does not pause but lowers his body at the same rate that he lifted it. He knows that this continuous flow of movement will give his muscles the maximum amount of resistance and therefore the most benefit to gain strength. Hands flat on the floor it requires very little effort to push through his first set. Shifting his hands he starts his next set with only his fingertips touching the floor. Again his movements are smooth and continuous. Only nearing the end of his second set does he begin to feel the flutter in his muscles that signals the burn from his exertions taking effect.

On his third and final set of pushups he adjusts his fingers again to balance his body solely on his thumbs and forefingers of each hand. The strain in his hands is almost painful but he pushes it to the side. This time it takes all of his effort to execute the movement and he even pauses at the peak of his full extension. The sweat is now dripping from his body onto the floor. Some of his muscles are beginning to shake. The loud music in his ears push him on and give him the single-minded focus of willpower to finish. After the last rep he collapses to the floor and then rolls over breathing hard and laboriously. He feels the burn throughout his arms and down to his stomach. Sitting up he raises his arms and clasps his hands behind his head, tilting his head back to allow the maximum amount of oxygen to enter his lungs and to flood his body.

After a preset amount of time has passed to allow him to catch his breath, he glances about the room and notices the large door knob on the solid wood door to the walk-in closet. Grunting as he stands up he walks over to the door and opens it to inspect it. Feeling fairly certain it will hold his weight, he sits down on the floor with his legs lying flat and on either side of the door. He grabs both door knobs on either side of the door and then leans back to extend his arms out completely. He relaxes his body and then proceeds to lift his body with only his arm muscles. It takes a lot of control to keep from flexing his leg and chest muscles to assist his arms in lifting his body weight.

Unbeknownst to him, the door creaks every time he lifts his body mass up off the floor. This slow creaking is loud enough to awaken his female companion still in the large bed. She looks around bewildered and a bit frightened but relaxes quickly as her gaze fixates on the delicious site before her eyes. Watching transfixed to his body, especially his arms, she can’t help but appreciate the toned muscles’ defined shapes rippling through his arms. She also notices the stepped muscles strapped to the sides of his chest overlapping his ribs. She is about to say something sexy to him, but notices the tiny blue light peeking out of his ear, signaling to her that he must be wearing some earbuds and would not be able to hear her. Smiling, she imagines those arms wrapped around her body and the feel of his chest under her fingertips. A warmth builds inside her middle which she welcomes greedily.

As she is about to get comfortable to enjoy the show, he stops and stands up, apparently finished with that particular exercise. Squeaking in panic she throws herself back down on the bed in a prone position and closes her eyes feigning sleep. Listening intently she barely hears his movements around the room. There is a moment of silence that to her seems to last forever. She thinks that maybe he is standing over her looking down knowing that she is not asleep and now she is caught. But right before she is about to open her eyes and confess her guilt she hears his explosive exhalations marking the beginning of another exercise. Peaking through slitted eyelids she sees his back to her, so she opens her eyes all the way. Scooting slowly into a better position she watches as he steps forward and sinks to one knee.

In her aroused state she imagines him sinking down and plunging himself deep inside her. Her tummy flutters each time he sinks to the floor. She can almost feel his hard arousal piercing her deep pool of femininity. As he changes to a different position and a different exercise her mind once again imagines his movement spearing her like a wild animal. He being the hunter and she being the animal. Her thoughts fuel a blazing fire deep inside her and it is all she can do to keep from writhing about in the bed sheets and holding herself still so as not to draw attention to herself. But inside she can feel the uncontrollable clenching in her wet sanctuary, like a ravenous mouth trying to clamp down and feed on him.

Standing up he breathes heavily and she watches as numerous drops of sweat course over the contours of his body before falling inevitably to the floor. She wants him so badly that her entire body is twitching. She must have him. Then in one quick motion he slides his boxers down and steps out of them. As she is about to gasp and demand he come and take her, he removes his earbuds and places them back in his luggage. She immediately closes her eyes for fear of being caught. Why, she doesn’t know, it is simply just a reaction. She begins to chastise herself but then hears the resonating vibration of the glass door opening, followed by the gush of the shower being turned on.

Opening her eyes just in time she sees him step into the spray of the shower. Seeing his body being engulfed in the water settles her determination and resolve. She flips the sheet off her naked form and stalks like a feral cat towards him. No thought of the slight, cool breeze flirting across her flesh, or the coolness of the stone tiles beneath her feet. The heat of her aroused passion drives her forward to the shower door. Only his body can quench her burning flame of desire, only his hose gushing inside her will extinguish her white-hot wildfire.

Upon yanking the glass door open, he is startled and turns to face her. He begins to apologize mistakenly thinking he had awakened her, but it is immediately cast aside as he sees the carnal intent in her gaze. Like a snapshot he sees her entire naked body advertising her need. Her slightly parted pouty lips, her erect nipples, and the stance of her hips. Even the slight flush of her cheeks and the subtle swelling of her full breasts standing proudly and pushed out on display. It all speaks loudly to him and turns the gears that begin his own arousal.

She steps inside and quickly reaches up behind his neck with claw-like fingers to pull him down to her level to kiss him deeply. She lifts her leg to hook around his waist. Ensnaring him like prey into her trap. The spray from the large shiny showerhead coats her naked flesh like a warm blanket. Her lips part hungrily and she feasts on his mouth and tongue.

The eroticism of her soul has yet to be sated even with their frenzied lovemaking from earlier in the day. Now they both are more comfortable with the other and can take their time pleasuring the other more intimately, more slowly.

His lips drag over hers before sucking her lower lip into his mouth. He tugs on it before slowly letting it drag from in between his lips, as if to say that even though he has trapped her, he will release her, just so he can capture her yet again. His teeth graze her skin before nipping her chin playfully. One of his hands is firmly grasping her ass cheek holding her to his body. The other hand holds the side of her face, fingers splayed open to curl around her neck as well.

She exhales with a low, sultry moan. She can almost see her breath curling the hot steam that surrounds them. One could wonder if the steam is from the shower or the heat of their bodies.

She rubs herself up against his hard arousal wetly. At the same time his mouth latches onto her neck and he sucks her skin hard with his demand for her. Her fingers slide over his moist flesh trying to find a hand hold to lift herself up high enough to shove him inside her.

Sensing her carnal design he decides to surprise her and let his lust guide his actions. Quickly moving his hands, one to her hooked leg and the other to her opposing shoulder, he roughly spins her body off of his and presses her to the shower wall. Gasping in excitement at his roughness she finds herself pinned between the wall and his body. His chest is pressed to her back and her breasts are squeezed into the tiled wall of the shower.

He leans his head down to her ear,”I’m going to fuck you good.”

His mouth returns to her neck and drags a kiss up the slope of her neck. The tip of his tongue licks the drops of water from her skin until he discovers her ear. Nibbling on her ear he steps back from her body, but pulls her hips back with him. She feels his shaft slide between her legs and up to her velvety entrance.

She arches her back, pushes her ass out invitingly and parts her legs. Her head is turned to the side and she can just look over her shoulder and see his movements behind her from the corner of her eye. She braces herself as he pushes gently inside her.

“Ohhh,” she gasps loudly.

She feels herself stretch around his swollen length. He has speared her to the wall. Her hands slide up the wall and above her head as she readies herself for what is to come.

“Fuck me,” she whispers just barely over the sound of the spray of the water. She feels it pelting her body in a thousand places, tiny points poking her pleasingly, but none as deeply pleasing as his hard point poking inside her now.

He slowly slides himself completely inside her. Waiting a moment he then pulls himself almost back out, leaving the smallest amount of himself inside her.

Moaning more loudly she says, “Fuck me.”

Pushing back inside her fully, she feels like he has skewered her to roast her over the fire of his grill. He then slowly slides nearly out of her again.

Feeling a bit frustrated and extremely ravenous she demands, “Fuck me!”

She screams as he thrusts forcefully inside her. Throwing his body weight into her backside. His momentum increases with each thrust. She bites down on her lower lip as his hands clamp down on her hips. She relinquishes her body to him. She lets him take control as he pounds her harder and harder. At some point she hears herself panting and moaning like some filthy animal, but she does not care.

As he feels his climax approach the edge, he stops and pulls himself free of her body. Without any words, as if she knows his thoughts intimately, she turns around to face him. Slipping his hands under her, he lifts her body up the wall until she is at the right height for him to slide back inside her. Quickly she wraps both legs around him just as he enters her.

Holding her body pinned to the wall again, he slides his hand across the length of her leg. He feels the tightened muscle in her leg, enjoying its sinuous shape and toned firmness. Sliding his hand back underneath her he kisses her deeply.

“I want you,” he moans in her mouth desperately.

Sliding her hands over his shoulders she pushes her full breasts into his chest. Her hardened nipples trying to puncture his hard, wet chest.

“I need you,” she states desperately back at him.

“You are mine.” He declares determinedly.

With short, quick thrusting motions he begins fucking her. The magnificent strength and control he exhibits over his body enthralls her. His words set off explosions within her body. She is barely conscious of her building orgasm. At one moment it was not there, but the next it was. Magically appearing when he began thrusting inside her. Burying himself deeply and completely inside her. Her moans sound as if they are being emitted from someone else’s mouth because they are so erotic and lusty.

She moans louder as his groans become more vocal. She feels his body quivering in anticipation. The shower beats down on both of them. She is on the edge and hanging desperately.

Then he howls his release and she feels it fountain inside her. She screams and claws his back as her own orgasm rips through her body. They both are carried over the precipice of pleasure and dive off into the deep unknown. Clinging to his body and biting into his shoulder as he pumps the last of his juices inside her.

His legs begin to quiver and he’s afraid his muscles are going to give out on him. He staggers backward to sit on the built in ledge, still holding her to his body. Leaning back against the wall he gasps for air as she does the same. Slowly they come down from the erotic intensity of their lovemaking. The steam from the shower massages their spent bodies and relaxes them.

Slowly they share an intimate, lingering kiss. Lifting her back up as he stands, she reaches over to turn off the shower. They both exit the shower and grab towels to quickly remove the water from their bodies. When they are done she reaches for his hand and leads him to the bed.

Pushing him into the bed first he lies on his back. She climbs on top of his body and nuzzles herself into a comfortable position.

Looking into her eyes intently he quietly says, “I love you.”

Pausing for mere moments while she searches his eyes, she sees the sincerity of his words and responds, “I love you.”

They close their eyes and let sleep take them over. It has been a day of many firsts for them. Now, tonight, they will sleep more happily than they have ever been before. They are complete now. They are connected. They are truly joined in eternal love. No one can ever take that away from them. They are one.

*****

Standing in a tight embrace they almost cling to each other. Completely ignorant of the throngs of people rushing by them dragging luggage behind them. They don’t hear the repetitive short thumps of the encumbered luggage wheels bouncing over the tiled floor of the airport or the higher pitched clicking of the smaller carry-on luggage wheels racing by them. The cacophony of sounds is drowned out by their devout emotions for the other.

“I will miss you so much, Logan,” she nearly cries.

Her eyes are watery because she fears they will never see each other in person or physically touch ever again. This weekend she has known happiness in a way she has not felt for many years. She would not exchange it for anything. It gives her so much joy and strength to get through this most difficult departure.

“I will miss you as the Moon misses the Sun, Danielle,” he imploringly responds back to her.

He is trying to be strong and focus on all the happy moments they shared physically. However, there is a pang in his chest and a reluctance to let her go.

She smiles at his words. How can she appropriately describe what she feels for him and how it is possible. She loves her husband, but there are gaps, missing pieces that her husband simply cannot fill for her. She understands that and doesn’t hold it against her husband and accepts it. This man in front of her fills those gaps and gives her love that her husband is just not capable of fulfilling. She knows she loves both of these men but in different ways. It’s as different as the love for a family member versus that of a friend. She just can’t believe how lucky she is to have found both. But now it is over.

He will return to his wife and family and she will return to hers. She lets the feelings of his love wash over her one last final time.

“I am so glad we were able to make this happen, thank you so much, Logan,”

“So am I. And you don’t need to thank me. We did this together. Just like we always do.”

With her hand on his cheek she kisses him. Their lips part and their tongues slowly caress each other. They squeeze each other even tighter in their embrace. It is time to go now.

“I love you, Logan,” she says one final time with her lips barely brushing his.

“I love you, Danielle,” he responds.

They part and walk away towards their separate terminals. Letting their feet carry them away as their hearts are heavy with so many mixed emotions. Just before losing sight they both turn to look at each other one final time. They share a smile and mouth the words, until next time.

They know they will see each other on video and chat as they did before. So, it is not goodbye for them. But it is the last time they will physically touch one another. It is the end of their secret getaway. Obviously there cannot be another getaway.

Or could there be?