Lone Chapter:
"We can't keep doing this you know," she insisted for the third night in a row. "I'm his wife, and you're her husband. What would they think if they found out?"
Reaching down, the man pecked at her lips before answering. "Who cares? It feels so right. Doesn't it? I can't live without you." He waited for some kind of response from her.
"I can't live without you either," she remarked, absently circling her fingers over his chest. So smooth and hairless. So gorgeous was he that she couldn't resist him, even if she tried. "I never want to lose you." That was something that scared her - losing the man she loved. Truth be told, he wasn't even hers to begin with since he was legally married to someone else but she couldn't help but think that he belonged to her and vice versa.
"Hey, come now," he insisted, noticing how serious her facial expressions had become. "You're not losing me. Ever. That's a promise." He pushed the bed sheet aside. Proving his point, he snuggled closer to her, never wanting to let go of the peace that came when her body touched his.
"I love you," she whispered inaudibly. And did she mean it. He was her everything. They had found each other long after they had been tied down to others, but they didn't care. She may have had someone else's ring and last name, but in her heart she was his wife, and he her husband.
He brushed a strand of blond hair out of her eyes. "I love you, too. I always will."
She laughed softly. "Who would have ever thought you and I would find love, huh?" she asked, remembering the first time they had met.
He didn't reply for a moment. It didn't make him cringe when she said sarcastic stuff like that. And he knew she didn't mean any harm with it, so he laughed back in return. "You're right. Who would have thought." It was kind of ironic for them to go out, after all, she was even a few years older than his only son. He leaned back on the pillow, looking up at the ceiling.
"I mean, you're almost old enough to be my father," she joked, keeping up with the sarcasm.
"That's why being with you is more interesting!" he replied. "I love that about you. You keep me on my toes. "
"That's a good thing grandpa," she teased.
"Who you calling grandpa?" he cried, half-kiddingly, half-defensively. Turning to face her, he pinned her down on the bed with his muscular arms, her hands parallel to her shoulders, before he got on top of her and began to make passionate love to her.
Running her acrylic nails through his hair, she began to moan. No one ever enticed so much desire in her, and she knew deep down that no one else ever would. Gwen had found her soul mate in this man, and she was ever so thankful to God that David felt the same way.
{a/n: interesting odd couple eh? i think they would be good together. r/r!}