California Love

She turned her face, looking over her right shoulder towards him. He moved closer and traced her outline with his hands. Her strong shoulders and separated wings, the smallness of her frame was wondrous since she was so tall. He placed his left arm around her waist and gently pushed her head downwards to the pillows. She presented herself to him. He rubbed his cock between her ass cheeks as she shook it for his enjoyment. He slapped her ass with a heavy hand to let her know who was in charge as she yelped with slight pain and deference. He stroked his cock until it got hard enough for penetration. "Spread 'em" he said. She opened her knees and legs wide, while keeping her head down and back gracefully arched as he entered her from behind.

Slow and steady, at first, to allow for maximum depth, but then she murmured his favorite words again (Fuck me) and he just had to obey the woman. He thrust deep inside her, causing her to grab a fistful of sheet and bit the pillow to camouflage her screams. He had no desire to relent so he commenced to pounding her kitten like day-old bread. He was committed. Every now and then he'd slap her ass to watch it jiggle, but made sure to focus on the task at hand- and that was making her come more fiercely than she ever had before. And he did just that. When he was done he pulled out and came right on his target- her T-stamp. How appropriate. He slapped her ass one last time for good measure when she sank into the cool, comforting retreat of the sheets, completely spent. The two lay within one another, legs intertwined, arms mingled and slept peacefully until the dawn.

The first peek of sunlight awakened her early enough to see the end of darkness. She stepped out onto the balcony in her glory, knowing that not many would be accompanying her to see her vision. She stared into the sunrise, over the bridge and fog, and wondered what the rest of her life would be like. Part of her wished that they could be together, but that same part of her knew what happened was special because they weren't together. She was confused. She felt amazing and fulfilled yet wanting more in spite of her life. She knew she loved her wife of many years, but she also loved him in a way that few others would understand. She knew that her wife would never accept them as an ongoing, known relationship, but she knew that she could not let this be the first, last and only time they were together. It just felt too right. She shook her head, not knowing what to do.

She heard him stirring in the room, possibly looking for her so she turned around to help him and there he was, once again.

He asked, "What are you thinking about," even though he already knew.

She chose not to humor him and said nothing. He kissed her long and hard, for he already knew the answer to his question, but decided to ignore it for just a bit longer. She wrapped her arms around his neck, knowing full well what was about to happen. He picked her up by her thighs and placed her on the edge of the metal railing. It was cold, but she didn't care because she wanted him to have her again. He kissed her neck, being careful to not let her go, and made his way slowly down her body to her somewhat abused kitty. It was quite swollen, and it made him feel a bit sorry for beating it up last night. So he decided to be extra gentle, this time avoiding the lips and suckling only the tip of her clitoris. She moaned with ecstasy and pain. She felt not only physical pain from the act but also mental. She knew this was it. But she just couldn't accept it yet. She came, once again, but this time in a soft, warm trickling stream to which he was more than willing to lap from. He rose to her level and looked deep into her eyes. Neither one smiled, just gazed incessantly. There were no words left to say. He hugged her close and picked her up from the railing and carried her inside to the shower.

He turned on the steam and joined her in soaping down and getting clean. They showered in complete silence. They kissed and hugged and held one another, neither really wanting to let go of the other, but knowing they had to. Water wrinkles began forming on their bodies, hair completely saturated, time slowly elapsed. By the time they had decided to get out, two hours had passed, but it felt like only a few minutes. He dried himself off and oiled her down, being good not to miss a spot. It was all so methodical and deliberate- it felt like time was in slow-motion. They lingered around the room, almost aimlessly, not wanting it to end.

There was a knock at the door-room service for check out. He answered the door while quickly putting on his boxers and declined the meal, for neither had an appetite for food-just each other. He turned around and looked at her, just standing there in her pretty panties. She wanted to cry so badly but she knew she couldn't let him see it. It would only make him feel worse. He knew that, as he joined her in the middle of the room, standing, holding her for comfort. She felt so good in his arms, as if she was made just to fit within their massive space. And she still smelled like Casablanca lilies, jasmine and that hint of vanilla- amazing. She knew she couldn't cry, but she had to tell him exactly how she felt this time. She looked at him and said it-

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

There were no other words left to say.

They dressed and left the room. His driver was waiting for them in the lobby.

"Mr. Palmer, this way please," as he motioned towards the car.

He dropped her off at her hotel to gather her things, as it was his preference to take her to the airport, as well. While in the room gathering her things, she made a quick conference call to HQ to let them know that she was flying out and that she'd be in touch upon landing. The driver placed her suitcase into the trunk and held the door for her to re-enter the vehicle. Upon sitting down, she realized that he was holding a bouquet of Casablanca lilies. She didn't know how he had gotten them, but she was happy that he did. He presented them to her along with a small box. At that moment, she was so scared of what may have been in the box that she just stared at it in silence.

"Please, take it," he urged.

She obliged and opened the box to discover not what she thought it was. It was a key. She was baffled. She looked at him, confused.

"That's a safe deposit box key. When it's time to be opened, you will know. The location will be revealed to you at that time and its contents will be yours."

She didn't know what to say. With tears in her eyes, she managed a very tiny thank you. He bowed his head with grace and told the driver that they were ready to go to the airport. Still in silence, they sat, as he held her hand the entire way there.

Not a moment after landing, she was on the phone with the vendors again, wheeling and dealing.

"Back to the grind," she thought.

Nine months later, she had little Jaylin. Her and the wife had been trying to get pregnant for some time before the trip, but were unsuccessful. So she decided to kill two birds with one stone. And he knew it. She attained the box's location and instructions to go and open it alone. Once Jaylin turned three months and was able to be watched by a nanny, she went to open it. She drove into the city to a bank on Greenwich Avenue. The attendee retrieved the box and left her in a room, alone, to view its contents. At first she just stared at it, afraid to discover its secret. Then she snapped out of it and realized that she had come so far and it had to be opened. She placed the key into the lock and turned it clockwise. She looked inside and began bawling. Inside the box was the account number to a trust fund he had set up for their child and a 5-karat pink diamond solitaire engagement ring. And a note that read simply-

"maybe some day...."