She smiled as she watched the limo take him to the airport, he was gone. A business trip always sounded so promising when she knew he would be gone for at least a month. He had, of course, pushed her around a little before he left, but as long as he was leaving she didn't care too much. She opened her phone and typed a text message, her smile growing.
Come over.
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His hand came to rest on her bare hip, and she turned her head to look at him behind her. Each knew it was wrong, in so many ways, but they had been making love for hours, every time they had the opportunity. He leaned down and brushed his lips across hers, his hand moving to her stomach. They had just awoken from a small nap in each other's arms, contently. His lips moved from hers and down her neck, over her shoulders. He made his way up the back of her neck, moving her hair out of the way by running his fingers through it. He stared at the pale flesh beneath her hairline.
"Don't stop." Her voice was soft, and he hated to break the solitude of their time together, but he had to ask a question.
"How did you get this bruise on your neck?" He ran his fingers over it, and she hurriedly turned over to face him.
"It's nothing." She pressed her lips against his, but he pulled away. "Oh, come on Will, we're having such a good time, don't wreck it."
"How would I wreck it? I just want to know." She shook her head and ran her palm over his cheek. "He hits you, doesn't he?"
"Will…"
"That's why you always have bruises and your lip was busted last week. You still have a mark from that."
"He doesn't hit me, I'm just a klutz. Could we please just not be too serious right now?" He wanted to continue getting to the bottom of whatever had caused her bruise, what she was hiding. But she was right, he didn't want to ruin the time they were sharing together. Moments like that were so rare.
"Well, what do you suggest we do then?" She gave a devilish smile before pressing her lips against his, tapping his tongue with her own. His stomach rumbled between them and she broke the kiss with a giggle.
"I'll be right back." She rolled over him and picked up her discarded robe from the floor. He watched as she wrapped the silk fabric around her body and left the room. He smiled as the door closed behind her and looked at the ceiling. The streetlights were reflecting on the white coloring above him, sending small rays of light across the room. It was almost nine o'clock and he had arrived at noon. If he were anywhere else he would have probably decided to leave long before, but he had no interest in leaving her, or her bed.
She returned with a bowl of whipped cream and a bowl of strawberries, locking the door behind her. It wasn't that anyone was home, but she certainly didn't need the help walking in on her with a man who wasn't her husband. He sat up and took the bowls in his hands while she crawled onto the bed, removing the blanket from his naked body and straddling his lap, getting close enough to wrap her legs around his waist. He sat the food next to them and untied her robe before tossing it to the floor. They shared a smile.
"This is hardly going to be filling." He smiled, referring to the food she brought. She dipped a strawberry into the whipped topping and lifted it to his lips.
"It's probably the only thing I can make without causing fire or flood." She giggled and he took a bite of the fruit, leaving some topping on his lips. "Plus, it's kind of hot." She leaned forward and licked his bottom lip before kissing him, tasting the juice from the strawberry.
"Well, I never imagined you were the type of woman who finds food hot."
"I haven't until now." He fed her a bite and she smiled. At that point in their 'relationship', it didn't bother them that they were naked and in such an open situation, their legs around one another. She dipped her finger in the topping and smeared it on his neck. "Oh, I'm sorry."
"Yeah, right." She smiled and leaned down to lick the topping, turning his head to gain better access. He ran his hands over the soft alabaster skin of her back as his body began to react to her touch. She pulled away and looked in between them, feeling his erection against her. Another smile appeared upon her lips.
"Wow, excuse you." He lay on his back and pulled her to sit on his thighs. "Are you always this easy?" She placed a strawberry between her teeth, knowing it would be the last they would share, and leaned to his mouth to allow him to take half. He bit it from her mouth and she consumed his lips in a rough kiss, tossing the fruit between them with their tongues. He grasped her thighs and rolled them over, instantly making a connection. The two bowls fell to the floor and shattered.
