It's All Coming Back To Me Now
By: Shellie - shelliemg at gmail.com
Chapter 1He was meticulous, every movement always the same. Tuck, zip, button… next he would sit on the end of the bed and put on his shoes. She felt the mattress sink… her heart followed. He was almost gone.
She watched his hands just inches from her face as he picked up his wallet, his keys and cell phone and placed them in various pockets on his body. She didn't raise her eyes to meet his, she just stared lifelessly ahead. This was killing her...sucking her dry of feeling and emotion but she was powerless to stop it. She would always be waiting, how long would he continue to come...?"
"You okay?" Her golden eyes raised slowly to meet his blue ones. She smiled. Even in the depths of loneliness and despair, just the sight of him could elicit a smile from her. She nodded, not able to use her voice to lie to him. She hated lying to him but he'd never accept the truth. His
fingers brushed her lips lightly.
"I'll be gone for probably a week, maybe 10 days. I'll call you."
"Okay. I'll be here."
He leaned to brush his lips across her forehead, "I know you will." He left the bedroom door open as he walked away. Back to life...back to them...back to her.
It was nearly an hour before she forced her weary body to move. Her thighs ached, her back ached, the skin on her breasts tingled sensitively. He hadn’t shaved in a few days and the new growth had been deliciously tough on her skin. He’d been rough last night…rougher than usual, but she’d enjoyed it. She even had a bite mark on her left shoulder blade where he’d accidentally bitten down when he came. He’d kissed the mark apologizing again and again for his loss of control but it wouldn’t go away. Physically, sure the mark would fade but mentally, emotionally….she was branded to her soul.
She stepped under the showers hot spray attempting to wash away the evidence of their lovemaking, his kiss, his touch. It wasn’t working. She looked down at her traitorous body as it became aroused even now as it remembered him. She reached for the faucet turning it decisively to cold.
**
She had to get out. Away. Escape from this prison he’d put her in. Everything around her was "perfect." Her apartment, her car….the clothes he had flown in from places she’d never been, the fragrances she wore, even her make up. All chosen by him, his preferred style, scents, and shades. Nothing here was hers. It all belonged to him and it could be taken from her in the blink of an eye. She sipped her coffee and stared out the window and thought about him.
The phone rang, jolting her from her daydream. It was probably her mother. Only three people knew her number here, her mom, her lover, and Taylor, her only friend. "Hello?"
"Hey."
Anxiety pulsed through her "Is something wrong?"
"Why do you think something is wrong. Didn’t I tell you I’d call?"
She relaxed and smiled; it showed in her voice. "Yes, but you always tell me that. Usually you don’t."
"Well, you just seemed…different the other day when I left. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
She could hear her voice in the background and frowned. "No. I’m fine, just kind of restless."
"Have you talked to Taylor lately? When is she due back?"
"Two weeks actually. Is it okay if I go get her from the airport and take her to a hotel?"
He hesitated, "Well, of course you can."
That voice, her voice, that Shannon had grown to loath grew louder. "Who you talkin’ to, honey?" she heard the high pitched phrase and her stomach turned.
He spoke to her, "Just an old buddy," and then he spoke to Shannon, "I’ll call you later. Have fun."
"Bye."
"Bye."
The phone went dead. He’d called her. He hadn’t called in ages. Have fun…..doing what?
Two days later her phone rang again. "Hello?"
"Hey."
Something was up. This was twice in less than a week. "Hi."
"You busy?"
"Am I ever?" she let the words slip out before she realized it.
It was a moment before he spoke again. His voice held a hint of irritation, "Well, do you want to do something?"
"I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be ungrateful. Yes, what do you want me to do?"
"Come to me. I want to see you."
Her blood began to pound through her body. He wanted her with him. He wanted to see her. "Yes. Yes, I will come. Where?"
"I’m in New York. There is a ticket waiting for you at the airport. Your plane leaves at nine. A car will meet you at the airport here and bring you to the hotel. There will be a room registered in your name. I will have something there for you. Something that I thought you’d like. I would prefer that you be wearing it."
"I’ll be waiting."
"I don’t know what time I will be there. If you go to sleep I will wake you."
"I won’t. See you tonight."
"Good."
He hung up.
**
The door clicked shut behind the bellman and she stood alone looking around the room. It was amazing. As usual he’s spared no expense. She noticed the beautifully wrapped package on the bed and was drawn to it. The long thin box was gold secured with a large white satin bow. Slowly she untied it, letting the knot slip free before lifting its lid, revealing the expected beneath. He liked lingerie, expensive and beautiful. This time it was a white lace teddy, complete with garter and stockings. It looked virginal… pure…she picked it up to examine it closer. Ah ha, it was crotchless, she knew there had to be a catch. Perfection to the naked eye, but upon closer examination it’s nastiness revealed. Almost like him.
She looked at her watch, 12:15, she’d better start getting ready.
**
"Where you going this time of night?"
Her voice grated on his nerves. Today wasn’t a good day in their relationship and he needed to get away. He needed release….and it waited just one floor away. "For a walk."
"Are you still pissed about earlier?"
"No, just frustrated. I’ll be back later. Don’t wait up."
She walked towards him, running her hands along his back, "I’m sorry, I just wasn’t in the mood…but we can now if you want."
"No, I’m fine." He shrugged out of her reach and pulled open the door. "Like I said, don’t wait up."
He pulled his hat down over his eyes and walked to the elevator pressing the up arrow. ..but we can now if you want. It was always like that, we can if you want, never I want to, never I want you…just "we can." He sighed, stepping off the elevator and turning to the right. He already knew which room was hers. He’d already been there to leave the gift. Picturing her body in it he felt himself begin to harden in anticipation.
He inserted the key in the slot on the door and it opened silently. He looked around the room, and not seeing her, glanced down at his watch. 2:15. Damn, he was so late. Then he caught a glimpse of her…a calf and slender foot covered in a white silk stocking peeking from the large leather chair that face away from the door. He moved around he and stood staring down at her sleeping form. She was perfect, like an angel sleeping…and she belonged to him.
**
"Shannon…" his voice sifted through her dreams, his touch arousing her even before she was completely awake. She moaned at she sensations rippling through her body. Her eyes fluttered open to find his face hidden partially from her sight by her thigh. His tongue brushed her intimately again and she gasped. Her legs were parted one hanging over each arm of the chair exposing her swolleness to him completely. Her fingers tangled in his hair and her hips moved forward of their own accord seeking a firmer touch. He licked her harder, slipping inside slightly before brushing her sensitive peak and pulling away and lowering again to repeat.
Her whimper of pleasure brought his eyes to meet hers. He smiled, lips glistening slightly from her wetness. "I’m sorry, Angel, did I wake you?" He raised up on his knees and she reached for him gripping the back of his neck and drawing his mouth to hers. She tasted herself there and listened to him moan, he loved that. She knew it. Their kiss was deep, erotic, as if they’d been apart for months or years instead of just 4 days. Her hands moved to the front of this shirt tearing at the buttons, releasing them one at a time as his lips devoured hers, his tongue swirling deeply. His body moved away but not his mouth and he flung the shirt across the room before leaning towards her again lying against her in the chair. Her legs locked around his waist as he pressed her back. Her hands slid over his skin, loving the feel of his strong body, he was all hers, if only for a few hours.
Finally he raised himself to stare down at her. "You look so sexy. Stand up, let me look at you." He stood taking her hand in his and pulling her up with him. He traded places with her taking her position in the chair to look up at her, lust in his eyes.
"Show me your little outfit there." He whispered licking his lips. He liked to look at her, to watch her touch her body. She knew what he wanted, she remembered his every request, his every desire and she would make them come true. She lived to satisfy him.
"Can I turn on some music?"
"Sure…hurry."
She walked the few steps to the stereo, pressed play and walked back, adding a seductive sway to her hips for his benefit. She’d had the cd waiting for his arrival. She watched him slide down in the chair as she approached. His tongue slipped out to wet his lips as he waited.
She stopped in front of him, bending and placing her hands on his thighs giving him a rather detailed view of her breasts as they hung before him. She kissed him lightly on his lips before backing away. The sexy sounds of Enigma filled the room and she closed her eyes feeling his eyes on her. She ran her hands down her body cupping her breasts, caressing the lace that covered her body. She turned slowly until her back faced him and she moved her hands around to her nearly bare ass. She bent forward trailing her hands down the backs of her legs as she did over the bare skin of her thighs then over the stockings down to her ankles. Her legs were parted and she knew that he could see the part of her body left uncovered by the revealing lingerie.
"Oh god, baby, I can’t wait tonight." He panted reaching for her, surprising her. She turned to him letting him pull her closer. "You look so hot, I gotta feel it." He buried his face in the silky lace on her stomach and slipped to fingers between her legs into her molten core. She gasped in pleasure, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders. His fingers slid in and out repeatedly, wrenching cry after passionate cry from her perfectly painted lips.
"I needed you tonight. I needed you so bad. I’m so glad you came."
She couldn’t respond verbally but his words sank in. He needed her. He continued to stroke her deeply as his free hand yanked at the fastening of his pants. He leaned back raising his hips and shoving them down his thighs. "Come here." She straddled him on the chair lowering onto him as he guided his rock hard shaft into her. He groaned, his eyes clenching his head pressing back into the chair as she began to raise and lower herself on his throbbing erection. "Shit baby, it’s so good. Ahhhhh." Within moments he was gripping her hips holding her down as he surged into her, emptying himself with a yell.
He wasn’t himself. He was a masterful lover, lasting until at times she had been forced to beg for rest. Something was wrong. She sat atop him, his arms around her back holding her to him, his face buried in her chest. When his breathing returned to normal he kissed her gently and sighed. "I’m sorry…I’m sorry."
"Sorry for what baby?" She looked at him, running her fingers through his hair, slightly damp from sweat.
He rubbed his nose along her skin lightly, "You smell so good. I’m sorry for loosing control so quickly."
"Baby, I came here for you, tonight is for you. Don’t apologize."
"I know, but I like it when you feel good. I like to hear you when you come….those little whimpery noises. Mmmmmm." He smiled against her skin.
"How long do we have? Want to take a shower?" she asked nervously, not wanting to cross any unspoken boundaries. He didn’t seem to mind her questions.
"I have as long as I want. Yes, a shower would be nice."
"Anything you want tonight, okay? You just tell me."
"You’re too good to me, you know that?"
"No, you’re too good to me," she teased taking his hand and leading him toward the bathroom. He padded behind her, pulling his jeans up as he walked but leaving them unfastened. She leaned in, turning the water on, testing the temperature and smiled at the feel of his hands on her bottom.
"I knew the moment I saw it that this little thing would look exquisite on you. I was right."
"How do you shop for me with her around? I know you just don’t roam around in lingerie boutiques alone." She hated the topic but tried to make it sound like it wasn’t a big deal. They’d always discussed her before and stopping would only heighten his suspicion that something was wrong.
"Oh I just send her to the opposite side of the store. She thinks I am buying something for her. I usually do, just some bullshit thing that she gets all excited about. I buy them both, hide yours, give hers to her when she’s being bitchy. Works like a charm. Sometimes I send Melinda…" The words were falling from his lips mechanically but as she stood she could see in the mirror that his attention lay elsewhere. He traced the lace that curved across her ass with his fingertips. She turned to face him his fingers trailing around her as she turned. "You are so sexy."
She blushed. "So are you my…" she almost said it then stopped. Instead she raised up on her tiptoes to kiss him lightly. "Now, lets get you naked before the water gets cold." He released his grip on his pants and they dropped to his ankles. She giggled. "You’re so smooth. What about these?" She plucked as the elastic band of his blue and white plaid boxers. "Gonna bathe with these on?"
"Not if you take them off." His voice was strained and she could see that he was again becoming aroused by their light play.
She pushed his boxers down his slim hips and he stepped free. She reached to remove her teddy and he stopped her hands. "Let me."
"You better hurry," she teased as steam began to fill the air. "Soon you won’t be able to see me."
He removed her clothing like he was unwrapping an expensive gift. Slowly, precisely, meticulously….that was his way for everything. They stepped into the steaming shower, the hot water burning her skin slightly but she didn’t make a face. He liked it hot and things were always the way he liked them. She lathered his body, working tension from his muscles with her well-practiced hands. She shampooed his hair, massaging his scalp, pampering him, this was her way, her goal, her wish….her purpose….to meet his every need.
He didn’t speak again until she was almost finished toweling him dry. "You spoil me."
She grinned, "You love it."
He returned her smiled with a slight laugh, "I admit it. I do. You soothe me."
Good, good. They walked quietly to the bed and she climbed on shoving the sheets aside and stretching out upon the cool sheets. "So, my masterful lover, how you feelin’ tonight?"
"I’m tired. You made me feel better. Thank you. I love your body. Roll onto your stomach."
She rolled. "Shit." She felt his weight on the bed, his thighs brushing hers as he straddled her. His fingers brushed the lightly discolored skin on her back. "Shannon, I’m so sorry I bit you that hard."
"It’s okay. I wasn’t exactly paying attention. I can’t feel it."
"Still. If I hurt you again, just knock the fuck outta me okay? I give you permission."
His hands began to slid over her back slowly….her shoulders, her arms, over the curves of her hips. His fingers traced the dark cleft to her awakening body below. "You getting wet again."
"I love to feel your touch, baby. It’s so soft and gentle."
"It’s not always gentle." She felt his arousal brush her ass lightly as he changed positions.
She looked over her shoulder at him. "Have I ever complained?" Her looked was seductive as he lay down beside her. He rolled onto his side turning her and pulling her back to his chest. They lay on their left sides facing the dresser. She could see the entire length of their bodies in the mirror above it. He slid his left arm under his head bracing it on his elbow to see past her to watch them. His right hand slid from her hip to her full right breast. He watched her breasts, she watched his face. He ran his fingers over the hardened peak one tip at a time before pinching it, rolling it, plucking it. He pushed it up towards her face and she lowered her head and stuck out her tongue circling her nipple with the tip of her tongue. His arousal pressed hard against her from behind.
"Again." He cupped her, bringing it to her lips again, she sucked the nipple into her mouth hard letting it pop free with a little sucky noise. "God, I like that…" he breathed as he tweaked the wet nipple again before moving to the other. As he teased her aching breast he slid his leg between hers, raising it until hers slid over his hip opening her. "I wanna see you touch yourself baby. Show me what you like."
Her hand slid over her body slowly and his eyes followed as she parted her swollen lips with two fingers, separating them, exposing her glistening center to his watchful eye. "God you’re beautiful." He whispered into her hair, his gaze locked on her fingers as she plucked at the nub at the center of her being. Her body jerked and he moaned. He reached behind her and gripped her thigh raising it higher into the air. He let go and she held it there as he guided his pulsing cock into her. When this silky head slipped from their sight into her body he lowered her hip onto his again, their joining still visible in the mirror.
She arched her back pressing back onto him, wanting to feel him deeper. "Baby…fuck me…please." She reached back to touch him.
"No, no, don’t stop touching yourself. I wanna be inside you when you cum. I wanna feel you around my dick. Touch it, baby. Show me."
Her eyes were nearly shut, the lids so heavy with arousal. She returned her hand to her body, unconcerned now with whether or not he could see her, her own desire for release was growing, taking control. She used her fingers to pleasure herself, bringing her body quickly toward it’s release.
"Easy…not so fast….enjoy it…..cum for me, Sha." Her paced slowed but she was already to close. Her orgasm pulsed through her, her body arching onto him as she moaned deeply…loudly.
"Fuck me, baby…..please…fuck me hard." He rolled her onto her stomach, drawing her body, still quivering around his cock up until she held herself…barely….on her knees. He thrust into her soundly, as far as he could reach and she screamed in pleasure.
"Like that? Is that how you want it?" He pulled out and slammed into her again pulling another cry from her lips.
"Yes…yes…..please….." she couldn’t think to speak, "….more…"
He pounded into her again and again and again his pace picking up until the sound of their bodies coming together tapped out a steady cadence through the room. "Oh shit, Sha, uhhhhhh, fuck…..I’m gonna cum…."
Purposely she clenched her muscles around him, gripping him, milking him until he yelled thrusting into her one last time, holding her to his body as he jerked his release inside of her again.
He collapsed atop her back, pressing her to the bed and she smiled as she felt his heart pound rapidly into her back. Slowly he pulled back pulling his body free and sliding to the side. He pulled her to him, facing him this time, and kissed her forehead before tucking her head beneath his chin. She snuggled against his neck smelling the scent that was him alone, letting it intoxicate her, letting it lull her to sleep.
Tuck, zip, button. The routine continued again. The bed sank and he reached for his shoe. He pulled it on, tied it, then the other. He stood and moved to her side of the bed, resting on its edge.
"You awake, honey?"
She smiled up at him and nodded. "You’re plane leaves at noon so get some sleep. I’ll call you when I get back to Orlando."
"Okay." The sadness washed over her but she fought to keep it hidden.
"You okay?" he sounded concerned. She pressed it deeper.
"Yes, just tired. You wore me out." He chuckled.
"Good. I’ll see you soon." He leaned to brush her lips lightly. "Take care. Thanks for coming, baby."
"You take care and thanks for bringing me here. It was good to get out."
"Bye."
She waved slightly as he walked away.
Shannon sighed as she watched the ground move further and further from sight through the window of her first class seat. 12 hours. She had been in New York for exactly 12 hours. When he’d called she’d hoped for the best, an escape, a vacation. Ha. All he wanted was a fuck...and he’d gotten it.
She rolled her eyes and reached for her cd player. She pressed play and as his voice filled her ears she dreamed of how it could be….
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