be.”
“I’m not feeling particularly gracious or forgiving at the moment.”
“Please, Marlena. I know I have no right to expect anything from you but I need you to hear me out.”
She hesitated and then shrugged. “Fine. Make it quick.”
Being so close to her brought all the longing I’d tried so hard to ignore over the past weeks back to the surfaced with a vengeance. I was in danger of making a complete fool of myself by dropping to my knees and begging her to forgive me and to let me be her man.
My heart ached, my throat tightened, and I had to blink rapidly to hold tears at bay. “Marlena.” I whispered her name in an anguished, barely controlled voice.
She bit back a sob before she reached out, caught my hand and pulled me into the apartment. She had to reach past me to close the door.
As she did, her breasts brushed against my arm and I lost it. I snatched her into my arms. Curling my fingers in her hair, I crushed her lips under mine.
At first she held herself stiff with her hands pushing against my chest while she tried to drag her mouth away from mine.
I knew I should have stopped then, but I couldn’t. The taste of her lips and the feel of her body pressed against mine made that impossible. “Please,” I whispered. “Please.”
She moaned and pressed closer.
Satisfied that she wasn’t resisting anymore, I kissed her with a relentless intensity until I felt her lips soften and part under mine. By that time I was hard and so hungry for her I could barely contain my need to slide into her pussy and brand it and her as my own. All my noble ideas for coming vanished and I was just a man who needed to fuck the woman he loved.
Her lips, warm and moist, clung to mine. She reached down and guided my hands from her waist to her firm, rounded ass. I cupped my hands there and ground my groin against her, allowing her to feel the length and hardness of my cock.
“Paul.” She wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed into me. “Oh, Paul, darling! I’m so glad you came! I need and want to feel you inside me again.”
I gasped as I felt her breasts pressing against my chest. For several long, heady moments, the apartment was filled with the sounds of our deep, hungry kisses before I forced my body away from hers, and put several feet between us.
“Paul? What’s wrong?”
“I…wait a minute, Marlena. That’s not why I came.”
Her dark hair hung loose around her beautiful face. She pushed it behind her ears and gave me a cool look. “Oh hell no, Paul. Don’t you stand there and hand me that shit.”
“That’s not why I came.”
“You snatched me into your arms and practically kissed the color off my lips. When I respond, you jerk away and tell me that’s not why you came. Who the hell do you think you are coming here jerking me around like my feelings don’t matter? I have had about enough of your shit!”
I shook my head. “Marlena—”
“I do not want to talk, Paul.”
“Then what do you want?” But I could see the answer in her dark gaze.
“Take your clothes off and take me to bed or get the hell out of my face and my life!”
I swear I had noble reasons for going there. But when offered an ultimatum by the woman I loved and adored, what could I do? “Marlena, we need—”
“You need to give me what I want or get out of my life for good!”
Stick with the program. You cannot sleep with her again. I stared at her in silence, taking slow deep breaths.
“What’s the matter? You need help making a decision?”
“No. I came to ask you to consider giving Mark a chance…” My voice trailed off as she unbuttoned her blouse and opened her front fastening bra. Oh, God. I’d forgotten how lovely her breasts were.
Locking her gaze with mine, she removed her blouse and bra, leaving her topless.
I took a slow, painful breath when she unzipped her pants and quickly stepped out of them. The tiny thong she wore was quickly tossed aside.
She stood naked in front of me.
Benjamin Blech, Roy Doliner