He lay on his bed, lost in his thoughts. Should he go to her and try to win her over or should he be the honorable gentleman? She had a family she loved... a husband and two boys. He didn't want to take anything away from her, or take her from anything... but he wanted her. 17 years ago he had wanted her. Since then, he had never NOT wanted her. For the last 15 years, with no contact between them, he had never stopped thinking about her, no matter how much he wanted to. They had never been lovers but she was the one that he had always wanted to have had as his lover. Other women had to be compared against his memory of her and they all came up short. He honestly did not know what to do.

The knock at his door surprised him. He wasn't expecting anyone and very few people knew where he was. He got up and looked out of the peep hole in the door and there she was, standing in that sickly light which surrounds every hotel room door. She stared to raise her hand to knock again, but then turned to walk away before she did. Morgan quickly opened the door to let her know that he was there.


She paused and then slowly turned back to him. Her smile was almost painful as she looked up at him.

"May I come in?"

"Wha...? Oh, I'm sorry. Of course. Come in."

He stood back to let her enter then room and shut the door behind him. He didn't lock it because he was afraid of making her nervous. He didn't know why she had come there but he didn't want her to run away. It was like standing in a clearing in the woods when a beautiful deer was walking up to you. You want to reach out and touch it but you know that if you do you will just spook it and it will bolt away, leaving you alone and with a hole in your soul where it almost touched you.

She looked around the room and set her purse down on the little table by the window, but she didn't take off her coat. She wasn't looking at him and was just standing there in silence as he watched her.

"Morgan... I shouldn't be here. I knew that as I drove over here. I love my husband and I love my children, but I needed to talk to you again."

She turned to look at him. Her eyes, as always tore through him to the very core of his soul.

"You know that there can never be an 'us', you and I. You know that, don't you?"

"Yes, of course I do. I'm sorry I asked you to see me this afternoon. God, what was I thinking? After 15 years? It wasn't fair of me. I know why you are here. Don't worry. I won't bother you any more. I won't even take the job here."

Her head cocked just a little to the side as she looked at him. So intelligent, but so naïve. He was a good man, but the time had long since passed when they could have been together as a couple. Part of her regretted that.

"Shhh. You don't know why I am here, do you?"

He stared at her in confusion... his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish breathing.

She walked towards him, pulling off her coat as she did. He couldn't help but notice the blouse she wore, the cleavage it showed, the curve of her breasts underneath. It was a man's shirt but worn as only a woman could wear it. It was tucked inside the medium length skirt she wore, just long enough to cover the top of the boots that covered her feet and legs. It was cold outside and she was dressed appropriately for the weather, but the look was one of sensuality. The clothes which fully covered her body did nothing to conceal her radiance or her sexuality.

"Morgan. I am here for a reason. It just isn't the reason you think it is. I am here for you. Just this once, but I think that you need this. And, maybe, just a little bit, so do I. I have had a lot of sex in my life, several times that I wish I hadn't. Being with you, however, is the only sex I regret not having. But I didn't come here for me. You need to get over me, get past me so that you can find someone for you, someone who can be yours."

Maddie looked up at him. She reached her hands out to take his face between them and pulled his lips down to hers. The first kiss was gentle, soft. He began to wonder which of them was the frightened deer... but he already knew the answer to that.

"Morgan, I need you to trust me. You have told me that you trust me and I need you to prove it. Let me take care of you this one time, just this once. I won't hurt you in any way, but this time will be all that we can have together. I'll be your friend forever, but I will only be yours for this short time. Do you trust me? Will you let me do this for you?"

His mind was at a loss for something to say which would not make him sound stupid. In the end, he just nodded his head and said "Yes".

She spoke so softly that he could almost only hear the words in his heart. "Thank you." She then pulled his face to hers again and kissed him again. The kiss lasted longer this time and grew in passion and intensity. Morgan wrapped his arms around her and pulled her body close to his, lifting her off of the ground as he straightened up. Maddie placed her arms around his neck to support herself and wrapped her legs around his waist as they stood there kissing, their passion growing with each moment.

Morgan's hands moved down to hold her ass and support her. She pulled her mouth from his and looked into his eyes. She could see him fighting within himself to not say anything, and knowing that he would.

"Maddie, I love you."

She smiled at this, but said nothing in return. She put her feet back on the ground, took his hand in hers and led him to the bed. Turning him around, she gently pushed him back until he sat down on the bed as she looked down at him. Once he was seated, she climbed over him, with one leg on either side of his hips as she straddled him, her skirt going around where their bodies joined.


And then she leaned forward to kiss him again. As they kissed, her tongue moved out to lick across his, as if to ask for him to open them for her. He parted his lips a little and her tongued moved in to touch his. Their tongues caressed each other in a dance of passion as she pressed her body against his. Their breathing quickened and their soft moans of pleasure became a symphony. Maddie used her tongue to lure his into her mouth and as it entered hers, she brought her lips against it so that she could suck it into her mouth. Morgan's hands pulled her hips down so she pressed into him, so that she could feel his hardness for her. Their kiss was like memories and promises at the same time. Her legs pressed in against his as she ground herself down onto him. He could feel her wetness through her panties as it moistened his pants beneath her.

She moved her kisses from his mouth, to his cheek, to his neck. Remembering from all those years ago how much that affected him. She nibbled and bit lightly at his neck, enjoying the sounds of his breathing as it grew more ragged, his soft moans of pleasure, know that they were for her, because of her. She kissed her way to his ear and whispered to him.

"Do you need help moving forward from here? What do you want now?"

"I... I... I want to see you."

She sat up and gently pushed on his shoulders until he was laying back on the bed. Ever so gently she moved her hips back and forth to rub herself against him as she sat astride him looking down at him.

"Talk to me, Morgan. What do you want? What do you want to do?"

"Oh god, I wish I had the courage."

"It's ok, tell me. The courage to do what?"

"To reach up, to unbutton your... so I could see... Maddie, I'm sorry I'm so weak, so scared."

"Shhh, it's alright. You're doing fine."

As her hips moved back and forth, as she felt his hardness pressing up against her, she reached up and slowly began to unbutton her shirt for him, enjoying him watching her. She knew the power she had over him right now, the control, but she knew how he had been hurt in the past. She knew how much he needed to trust someone. This wasn't about power or control. It was about healing. He needed her right now, just as he had needed her that night 15 years ago when she had turned him away.

Ever so slowly she would open one button at a time. Her eyes never left his, holding them, challenging his desire to watch as she revealed more of her body to his view. His hands came up to her hips and held on to her as she revealed just that little bit more of herself to him every few seconds. She really wasn't here for her own pleasure. This wasn't about her, but she felt herself growing more and more aroused. Her nipples hardened, her juices flowed and she pressed down harder on him as she moved her hips. She liked the way he felt beneath her. For a moment she lost herself in her own pleasure, forgot where she was. Then she remembered, and she was back.

She took his hands from her hips and moved them to the last two button on her shirt. This was something which he needed to do for himself, a line he needed to cross on his own. She moved her hands behind her and rested them on his legs as she gentely moved her hips over him. She could feel his body shake and his hands tremble as he undid the last two bottons, but he did not pull her shirt open. She smiled down at him to show him how happy she was right now. She teased him with the glimpses of her which the strategically cllinging shirt provided of what was underneath... the whiteness of her skin, the swell of her breasts. She smiled a little when she saw his eyes register that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath the shirt. She took his hands and placed them on her waist, inside of the shirt, on her bare skin.

"It's alright. I'm not going anywhere. I'm here for you."

She placed her hands on his chest as she began to unbutton his shirt. Ever so gently she moved her hips back and forth on his hardness as she opened his shirt. He had a t-shirt on but she pulled that up so that she could see his chest, run her hands over it.

"I like this. Not too much hair but not smooth. You have just the right amount of hair on your chest, Morgan. Has anyone ever told you that before?"


Maddie leaned forward, pressing her bare breasts against his chest, just enough to let her nipples scrape against his skin. She brushed her lips against his neck, kissing it and then nibbling on it, sucking on it gently. She knew that her teasing was arousing him to levels of passion he had not experienced before. She was enjoying it also. She moved her mouth up to his ear and whispered to him.

"What do you want to do? Now that this is happening. What do you want me to do for you? Tell me."

"I want to see you... I want to see your body."

Smiling she sat back up on him. She bit her lower lip and keep her eyes locked on his as she slowly pulled her blouse apart to let him see her breasts for the first time but did not remove it. She leaned forward once more and touched her lips to his as she brought her legs together and then she slid backwards so that she could stand before him, but never letting the contact between her body and his break until she pushed up to stand there.

Swaying her hips, she danced for him as she opened her skirt so that she could let it slide down her legs to fall like water pouring down a tree into a pile at her feet. She hummed a song for him as she moved her hips for him, let him know what she would do for him very soon, how she would move when she had him inside of her.

Under her blouse he could see the lace panties she wore. Not a g-string or thong. She didn't like those anymore than he did. 'How had he put it' she wondered? Oh yes... 'like watching a woman floss herself'. Instead she wore a beautiful pair of pink lace 'boy shorts' panties which accentuated her hips and matched her nail polish, and her lipstick... which almost matched the natural color of her nipples when a flash of them was revealed as she moved for him.

There she stood before him... her blouse unbuttoned, her lace panties and her suede boots. Continuing to hum her song for him, she moved around the room, turning off the bright lights and dimming the rest. She wanted the mood to be perfect for him tonight. As she finished setting the mood for the room, the sky outside opened up and a solid rain washed down to earth. She couldn't help but think that the heavens were letting her know that they approved of what she was doing, that they were doing their part to contribute to the mood and make tonight perfect for them both.

Using the room's lone chair, she sat on its edge and began to remove her boots. Keeping her eyes on him as she did this, she let him know that everything she was doing was for the sole purpose of his enjoyment. She slid her hands up and down her legs as she caressed herself, to emphasize her body to him and to stimulate the blood flow to her skin. Now it was just her blouse and her panties that she wore as she moved back to her place directly in front of him. And then, slowly, as was every movement she was making, she slid the panties down until they fell on their own to rest on top of her discarded skirt. Leaving her blouse on, she came back to sit once more on his hips and then leaned forward enough to just let her nipple touch his lips and trace them. As she watched him, he let his tongue come forward to lick around her nipple, to wet it and then to close his lips around its hardness.

"Tell me, Morgan, was it worth the wait? Was it worth the 15 years I kept myself from you? Can you forgive me?"

There were tears in his eyes, dripping down his cheeks despite his efforts as he answered her.

"Yes, Maddie. It is worth it."

And with that she bent forward to kiss him once more, with all of the passion that was building in both of their aching bodies. After the kiss, she sat up and took his hand and pulled it to her lips. She kissed his palm. He pulled his hand back just enough to touch his finger tips to her lips and trace their outline as she had done to his with her nipple. She opened her lips and closed them around his finger and sucked it softly, letting the tip of her tongue caress it.

"Maddie, I need to ask you a question."

She held his hand and brought it down to her breast. Using his wet finger tip, she moved it around the nipple that he hadn't yet kissed.


"Will you let me please you, too."

With that smile of hers, she bent forward to kiss his lips and then kiss her way to his throat, to neck and back up to his ear.

"Later, lover."

His hands were around her waist as she kissed his neck, his throat, his chin, using her lips and her tongue and her teeth to maximize her touches.

"Do you promise, Maddie? Will you let me?"


Sitting back up, she pulled on his shoulders to get him to sit up. When he had, she gently slid his shirt off of his body and pulled his t-shirt over his head. She arched her back to press her breasts forward to him and he kissed them, one after the other, letting his tongue move along her skin as he went from one to the other. He traced the swell of her breasts with his tongue and kissed the valley between them. As he did, she ground herself down onto his hardness, enjoying the feel of him pressing through his pants, wanting to enter her. Her wetness was marking him and her scent filled the room. But neither of them was speaking now, just making moans of pleasure which complemented the sound of rain from outside. The point of no return had been crossed and left far behind and neither of them had any thoughts except for the other.

Maddie pulled away from Morgan and slid down to the floor until she was kneeling between his legs. She reached down and took of his shoes, one at a time, and his socks, setting them down next to the bed. Removing his shoes as she had could almost have been an act of submission, but it was simply gentleness. She was in control of everything. You don't have to be submissive to show devotion. She looked back up and, watching him, holding his eyes... always holding his eyes, she reached out and undid his belt and opened his pants. Opening them, she pulled down on them. He raised his hips so that she could remove them. She pulled his legs from them and then tossed them away on the floor, almost carelessly but in such a way as to tell him that they were simply a burden at this point... a burden which would not be allowed to interfere with what was about to happen.

She laid her face against his bare thigh, then turned and kissed it, and used her tongue to tease the skin there. Morgan let his hand move to her head, let his fingers entwine in her hair. Ever so gently he turned her head so that she was looking into his face.

"Maddie, do you really want to do this for me... with me?"

"Morgan, you already know the answer to that. You can tell by my heat, by my wetness, by my breathing that I really do want to."

He then asked the question that most frightened him.

"Will you hurt me?"

She knew what he meant, would she hurt him as the other women in his life had hurt him... so deeply, so profoundly. She knew that the wounds that had been inflicted on him left no scars on his body. His wounds were much deeper. They were on his heart and on his soul.

"I want to be here... with you... right now. I want to make love to you. And I will never hurt you."

He answered her with the words that were the hardest for him to speak.

"I... I trust you."

She smiled at him when he said that and then she bent her head back to his thigh, moving around it with her mouth. She kissed the skin on the inside of his thigh, teased it with her tongue, sucked on it with her lips, bit at it gently with her teeth. She teased him. She excited him. She aroused him. His breathing was becoming more and more labored and he was almost whimpering in pleasure and anticipation. She reached her hand up and touched his cock. For the first time this night, she actually touched him sexually. Her hand felt the pre-cum that was leaking out of him and she softly rubbed it around to coat him with it. There was nothing crude or rough in her manipulation of him and it was all the more arousing for its tenderness. As she slowly ran her hand up and down his hardness, she looked up at him.

"What do you want me to do now? I am here for you. Only you. What would make you feel good?"

He looked into her eyes as he tentatively ran his fingers in her hair. The questioning look in his eyes was obvious to her. She smiled at him and nodded her head in encouragement. Almost on their own, his eyes glanced down to his penis as she slowly stroked him and then back at her. He didn't need to say anything. They were on the same wavelength.

Sliding her hand up and down on him slowly she let him know what she was thinking about him.

"So warm. So hard. I like the way you feel."

Leaning forward she used her tongue to gently lick his tip and tasted his pre-cum. She pulled her tongue back allowing a thread of pre-cum to be seen joining them. She let her tongue move back to him, running it around his tip, tracing the outline of his helmet. Looking at him to make sure that he was watching her, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Sucking gently on him, swirling her tongue around she, she enjoyed his soft moans of pleasure at how she was making him feel. She developed a rhythm as she began to move him in deeper into her mouth and then pulled back until only the head of him stayed in her mouth. Her movements were almost painfully slow as she sucked him and moved back and forth on him, her tongue teasing him from the inside of her mouth, adding to the exquisite pleasure he felt. Her hands were caressing his legs, his thighs as she sucked him, and then she brought one up to cradle his balls and massage them. Looking at her, he reached down to brush her hair out of her face so that he could watch her.

"Oh God, Maddie. You feel so good.

Using her hand to continue stroking him she pulled away from him just enough to speak. The huskiness in her voice betrayed her own arousal as she used her words to add to his excitement.

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