Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own nothing.

When he held the door open for her, their eyes met and she was instantly attracted to him. She smiled and said thank you, staring into his blue eyes. He nodded his head then followed her inside the warm coffee house. She had goose bumps on her skin and it wasn't from the cold winter air but from the nearness of him.


Despite the bitter winter chill, the woman's face glowed as if she was walking in the summer sunshine. Every pulse point on his body pulsed a little bit harder, causing him to jerk in awareness. He picked up speed to beat her to the door, holding it open for her because her beauty deserved chivalry. When she smiled at him, it was like a thousand ships had launched his heart.


The coffee house was crowded with the early morning rush and for once she didn't mind. The constant bumping from impatient people only gave her an excuse to fall back against him where his hand would touch the small of her back to steady her. She apologized each time. He smiled and said it was okay, using the word love to punctuate his response. He was British and she was a sucker for a man with an accent and a touch that could send electric current across her skin, heating it like a knowing lover despite her thick wool coat. She welcomed his touch with a sigh and a small gasp. Then wondered if he heard her. Probably not she thought since the coffee house was crowded and noisy.


The early morning rush always gave him a headache but not this time. All he could think about was how much closer he could get to continue smelling her thick blonde hair. The intoxicating scent reminded him of exotic flowers dosed with a fresh spring rain. She was short but stood with her head held high exuding confidence. It stopped at the center of his chest and every time she brushed against him, his heart thumped harder than anything he'd ever felt. He wondered if she could hear. Probably not he thought since the noise inside the coffee house was deafening.


She wondered if he preferred coffee or tea. Since he was British, she was guessing tea. She wondered if he preferred strolls in the park versus Monday night football but who was she kidding. He probably could care less about what she wanted to know and more about how much longer he had to wait in this God forsaken line.


The more he sniffed her hair the more he found himself becoming obsessed with it. He wanted to know if it was possible to develop a fetish within minutes of noticing the object of fascination. He tried his best to suppress his sense of smell, asking his sight to distract him with the décor of the coffee house but he gave up within seconds of the request and let the fragrance engulf him like flames.


He wondered if she had a boyfriend or worse a husband but honestly he didn't care. He just wanted to talk to her so he asked her for the time. She turned; informing him it was 7:30AM. At least that's what he thought she said before getting distracted by her glossy lips that made his breath catch in his throat. He managed to say thank you and nothing else, kicking himself for being at a lost for words while he watched her turn away to continue facing the back of the person in front of her.


The sound of his voice in her ear almost made her jump causing a light flutter in her stomach. He wanted to know the time so she turned to him and tried to memorize every angle of perfection on his face without drooling. She noticed the scar on his eyebrow and the natural tint of rose red on his lips. She envied his cheekbones and noticed his eyes were a darker shade of blue. It was then she knew she needed to be careful; she could get lost in those eyes.


There was a brief moment when he looked as if he had more to say but he didn't and she was disappointed. She knew if she wanted to know anything about him, she would have to initiate the conversation first. She had no clue what to say. However, she had to think of something fast. Another register was opening up and soon they would be waited on and her thoughts would no longer be of him but of what she wanted to order. She was filled with an unexpected sadness and she didn't know why so she said the first thing that came to mind. Turning to him, she made reference to how cold it was outside. He agreed and they talked nonstop while they received their orders and just as she thought, he ordered tea.


When she spoke to him, she must of thought he was a stupid git. He'd forgotten he could speak but luckily the awkward silence didn't last long enough for her to repeat herself. When his brain finally kicked in, he couldn't shut up. Nervousness would do that but he was pleased she was able to keep up with him. Her name was Elizabeth just like the Queen Mother but the pretty blonde had more personality. Most of the things they talked about were of little importance but slowly grew in depth. The more she talked the more he wanted to know about her.


Normally, he would have left the coffee house on his way to work but he found himself searching for a table to continue their conversation. She followed him and it never occurred to him to ask her if she needed to leave. It was good sign she was enjoying his company. However, sooner or later they both would have to part and his body tensed at the thought. He liked her.


Never in her entire life has Elizabeth ever talked this much with a complete stranger but she was very comfortable with him, too comfortable. He looked like his name could be William despite his shocking blonde hair. She liked him. Not only was he chiseled gorgeous; he was also very intelligent and funny. It was a dangerous combination. Rarely, did she meet anyone who possessed all of the qualities she found attractive in a man.


They talked about the weather, his job, her job, and other general stuff but the conversations grew deeper when they started to talk about music, poetry, and late model cars; things he was passionate about. She could listen to his voice forever, liking how his words rolled off his tongue and spilled off his lips. She was having inappropriate thoughts of the sexual nature, making her feel impulsive. She wanted to kiss him and find out if his lips were as soft as they appeared.


Elizabeth knew she should have left after receiving her coffee but she couldn't help but follow him to a table to continue their conversation. She figured what the hell, she had some time to kill. Anything was better than spending it sitting at her desk. Besides, the small table for two had the better view.


William had hung onto her every word like a lovesick fool. He tried to get a hold of himself but she had a voice of an angel and the green wide eyes of an unknowing seductress. He noticed when she talked her lips would form a natural pout and some of her words possessed a childlike innocence he found endearing. His attraction to her grew deeper as he stared into her eyes, wondering how soft was her skin and what it smelled like. If it was anything like her hair, he was in trouble. He wanted to know what it felt like to have her under him and to be pleased by her. Elizabeth had an unexplainable hold on him that plagued him with even more sexual thoughts. He found to be a bit strange and unnerving but William liked the strange and unnerving so he decided to do something about it.


As the last topic of their conversation started to wound down, William let out a deep breath, preparing himself to ask a question he hoped she didn't find offensive. He was about to ask but lost the nerve when the logically side of brain warned caution, leaving the question to dangle on the tip of his tongue like a ripen piece of fruit.


There was a brief moment of silence but to Elizabeth it was a pause like when there was something that needed to be said but not asked. She expected him to ask her if she had boyfriend or if she was married-the second being true. Elizabeth was wearing her wedding ring but she found herself hiding it while they stood in line and then again under the table when they sat down. The connection she shared with William made her wish she wasn't married. She was lusting after him and the only thing holding her back were the vows she made to her husband. The silence was getting awkward so she decided to do something about it. She allowed him to ask her whatever he wanted.


William's question had caught her by surprise. He asked her to define passion. She replied with an answer told to her by one of her friends. She told him it was like an unquenched thirst. He agreed and then asked her to define ecstasy and she had told him the truth. She never experienced it. He informed her she was missing out and she agreed but not with words. She had let her eyes tell him.


Anxious to know his answers, Elizabeth asked him the same questions. Turnabout was fair play she thought. He told her passion to him was a mending of souls in motion and ecstasy was thumping heartbeats, thrusting rhythm and endless orgasms. Signs of moisture developed between her legs and her mouth was dry with instant lust. She sipped her coffee then met his gaze. At that moment, she knew she was going to cheat on her husband with him and that's when her left hand found its way to the table. She knew he saw her wedding ring but he said nothing so she forced him to look at it. She held her hand out in front of her and had given him a half smile. He asked her if she was happy and she said yes.


William was glad she had picked the fruit. He had agreed with her answer to his first question. However, he was more interested in what she thought instead of her friend. It was a pity because he could see she had passion in her eyes. He could feel it when she talked about things that excited her and had strong opinions about. Since she wasn't offended by his first question, he asked her to define ecstasy. He was disappointed she had nothing to add. He continued to stare into her eyes while his hand inched closer until their fingertips touched. A rush of heat washed over him. He wondered if she felt it to.


Elizabeth felt warm and it wasn't from the coffee. When they touched, she thought her heart would stop. She felt dizzy and for a brief moment her eyes closed and thoughts of kissing him returned. She tried to hide the fact she was blushing, turning her head to the side. The chemical rush she received from the William sent her blood racing. Elizabeth called her office and told them she was not coming in while he did the same. She also made sure any calls from her husband at the office were sent directly to her cell phone.


They walked out of the coffee house and found themselves kissing passionately against the old brick building. Their tongues glided in and out each other's mouths while their hands roamed over their heavily clothed bodies with sexually excitement, extreme sexual excitement. Desperate to be together and alone, they mutually parted and boarded a train headed for upstate New York to a small bed and breakfast establishment.


On the nearly empty train, their lust had found them again as they stole kiss after kiss. William removed his coat, placing it over them while his hand crept up her dress. He stoked her through her panties, feeling his fingertips moisten with her dew. She sighed against his mouth while his clever fingers continued giving tantalizing shocks to her wet place. Figuring they were drawing enough attention, he stopped and withdrew his hand but couldn't stop kissing her.


They shared a small cab ride to the intimate location where William registered them while Elizabeth waited outside. They had a small cottage to themselves with all the comforts of home. There was a huge king size bed decorated with fine linens, a fireplace, a loveseat and matching chair with a small cherry wood coffee table in the middle. There was a bathroom off to the side with a large claw foot tub and a bearskin rug sprawled in front of the fireplace with four large decorative pillows laid about. Elizabeth thought it was the perfect setting for lovers; the lovers they we were about to become.


A/N: The difference between this story and Mr. Cabdriver is that Elizabeth is married and happy but the story is not about her being happy. It's about her having an affair despite that and I, as the author, want to give you a look inside their illicit affair but simply put, it's a smut story and I hope you like it. There is more.

On the tips of our tongues
Our thoughts are spoken
Bounding our secret
A promise broken
For we taste our lust
It is unique and rare

William removed his coat, tossing it onto the armchair. He walked over to Elizabeth, standing beside the bed. Her back was turned to him and he wondered if she was having second thoughts. He had stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders then trailing them down her arms to grip her hands. There was a knock at the door and she tensed against him. He kissed her cheek to sooth her, telling her it was okay.


William opened the door. The owner had brought the bottle of wine he requested after he registered. They shared a smile and exchanged a few words concerning the oncoming rain. After the owner left, William stepped outside and sniffed the air; rain was indeed coming he thought. He closed the door then knelt by the fireplace to start a fire. Quickly the room filled with warmth while he placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the mantel. He approached Elizabeth but didn't touch her. He told her if she wanted to leave and pretend this never happened he would understand but he admitted feelings, telling her he never wanted anything as much as he wanted her right now. She assured him she wanted to be with him too but she didn't know where to start.


William wrapped his arms around her waist, undoing the belt to her wool coat while Elizabeth kept her arms at her sides. He grabbed the lapels, pulling it away from her body then threw the coat on top of his. He wanted to take her fast but thought it was best to go slow. He'd already gotten to know her mentally that was the easy part. Getting to know her physically was certainly going to take some time and he had all the time in the world.


Elizabeth still couldn't bring herself to turn to him, expecting to feel cold as she ran her hands up and down her arms but the room and its surroundings only warmed and welcomed her. She embraced herself, giving her arms a squeeze while William pressed his body to her backside, causing her to sway and gasp as a small burst of juice dampen her panties.


William buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply and wondering how was it possible for it to smell better than first time. The pads of his fingertips brushed across her neck as he pulled back the thick curtain of blond hair. He planted kiss after kiss with a sweep of tongue along the soft flesh, smiling as she allowed herself to fall back against him. She angled her neck to the side and he obliged with more of his tender kisses while his other arm found its way to the front of her, giving his hand the honor of caressing her chest just slightly above her breasts. Gradually it ascended to her throat. She shuddered, wetting her lips with her tongue. His hand touched her chin then moved to her mouth so his fingers could touch the tender flesh of her lips. As he lowered the bottom one, her salvia wet his fingertips before he sought out the other and lingered between them both with the lightest of touches.


Elizabeth had taken the bait, sucking them and using both of her hands to usher more of his fingers into her warm and inviting mouth. A long gasp retreated from his lips. William was enjoying the flirtatious touch and the roughness of her tongue until he pulled away, turning her to face him. He wanted to see her desire for him in her wide green eyes. When he saw it, he smiled and she smiled back with them both knowing what they were about to do, felt right although it was wrong on so many other levels. However, their desires had overtaken their wills with a raw and demanding need to indulge in the five senses for as long as humanly possible.


One of William's hands cupped Elizabeth's face while the other stroked her hair. He pulled her to him and they kissed and kissed. Their mouths opened and closed then parted for only seconds to catch quick mingling breaths before continuing to taste the hunger from each other's lips. Elizabeth had to force herself to tear her mouth away from his, taking a step back to remove her sensible pumps and unfasten her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there watching him, wearing only a silk cerulean colored chemise with matching panties and thigh high stockings.


William removed his shoes, socks and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned it slowly parting the opening and hearing her libidinous reaction and taking it as a sign she liked what she saw.


Elizabeth's mouth and eyes smiled at the flexing muscle of his pale chest but when the shirt parted even more, dipping to his back, another intensely sexual sigh evaded her lips. She was impressed with his wide shoulders and even more impressed once he removed his pants to reveal he was steadily on the rise.


He kneeled before her, placing his hands on her hips then running them down her legs to play with the hem of her chemise. Elizabeth lowered her head to him as he found his way under the silky material to remove her panties and helped her step out of them. She felt him touch her inner thighs and run his fingers along the inside of the fancy lace edging of her thigh highs before rolling them down and tossing them to the side.


With both hands on either side grasping the hem of the chemise, William raised it to lick her pussy, raised it a little more to lick her stomach and then some more to lick each hard nipple before pulling it over her head. He had to take a step back to see, finding himself lost in a moment of complete absorption. His breath sighed out from the sight of her body still showing signs of a fading tan. She was curved in all the right places and he was now fully erect.


When his mouth tasted her body, a flame raged within her, quickening her pulse. Elizabeth was wet, glistening wet and her face was flushed with pleasure all while under the gaze of his naked blue eyes. She was picking up on his heat and reflecting it back to him from neck to chest to belly.


William secured her hand in his, helping her onto the soft bed before bringing it to his lips then turning it over to kiss the inside of her wrist. She mirrored his actions until their tenderness turned to passion causing them to embrace and descend onto the waiting linens. They laid on their sides, kissing and caressing each other's bodies until Williams's long pale fingers reached between her legs to part and stroke her. Her thighs trembled, forcing her onto her back and he followed, getting to his knees and leaning over her. She was so swollen and ripe to the point that wanting him was her only thought.


William kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to match the rhythm of his fingers as they glided in and out the warmth of her quim. He told her to look at him so she could see how much he wanted to please her and to let her know he understood the look she had in her eyes. The look expressing she wanted to come.


Elizabeth opened her eyes to meet his, which seemed to make the exquisite sensation she was feeling of near orgasm more intense. Then his lips followed where his fingers led and her stomach clenched as if it knew she would be coming soon. He used his tongue like a tiny cock, stabbing into her wet open sex and forcing her to abandon words to express her pleasure. Instead Elizabeth bit the back of her hand while she rode his mouth and with a deep shattering breath she came and not with words but with inarticulate noises.


William couldn't help but feel a sense of wicked satisfaction as she swayed and jerked to the rhythm of his tongue before coming all over it. He told her he wanted to feel her beneath him; to feel her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock was pulsing and throbbing like a second heart beat so he stroked it just a little to take the edge off before rising and easing into her. They started with a slow grind until they both found the
groove while the springs of the antique bed started to protest. He moaned feeling her hot quim take and tighten around him conspiring with her influential hips to make him come but William showed unbelievable restraint.


The aftershocks of her climax hadn't quite faded when he entered her, filling her completely. He was much bigger than her husband and much longer, reaching everywhere to uncover her hidden places of desire that his mouth missed. Elizabeth cried out, raising her hips higher and higher to meet every thrust of his cock. She kissed him, twisting and turning her tongue with his until a sharp stab of pleasure forced her mouth to let go as she trembled, holding him close to her.


Elizabeth looked over his shoulder and saw nothing but waves of muscle moving over his back and ass as he pumped into her. It was a sight so erotic she couldn't bare the thought of it being over too soon. Fisting her hands in his hair, she pulled him up to look at her and told him to make it last and to keep it slow. He smiled and pulled out of her which wasn't quite what she hand in mind.


Taking her words to heart, William climbed off the bed then reached for her. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment but then the sound of his deep sexy British voice told her to come with him. The sound was like a caress in her head and it kept her body humming; a small substitute for the absence of his cock. She hurried to the edge of bed and William didn't let her feet touch the floor. He grabbed her by the thighs and wrapped her wetness around his waist. They stumbled to the bearskin rug nearly falling then laughing out loud at their clumsiness. They settled into the soft winter white fur, kissing and grasping at each other's mouths greedily.


It didn't take long for their bodies to react to the impulse of their remembered pleasure. William pressed the tip of his cock at her wet opening and just like she wanted, fed it to her slowly while the swollen lips of her quim sucked him in like a hot tongue. They writhed and moaned in unison as the hot blood of their mutual lust raged between them in a true marriage of the flesh. Arms, legs, chest, and breasts were spiced with sweat not only from their combined heat but also from the heat generated from the flames of the fire. Their hands and mouths were everywhere feeding each other greedily with a bite, a pinch, a suck and a squeeze.


Elizabeth's screams of passion licked at his eardrum, teasing and urging William to abandon all thoughts of going slow. He tried to abort them but his body betrayed him. The pleasurable nagging sensation in his sac forced his eyes closed with a readiness to explode and insisted he quicken the pace. Accepting defeat, he elevated himself above her and plunged deeper and deeper, again and again while she bloomed and flowed from the forcefulness of his thrusts. Elizabeth was very impressed with his prowess, causing her to squirm and roll her hips before crying out in ecstasy as her cream mixed with his seminal flow.


William rolled off of her and they laid side-by-side panting, gasping and laughing. He brushed away the sweat dampen hair from her face, kissing along her jaw line until he reached her lips. She stroked his back and accepted his long lingering kiss before he stood to retrieve the bottle of wine and glasses from the mantle. He propped all four of the large decorative pillows against the footboard of the bed, motioning Elizabeth with his head to join him. He poured them both a glass of wine while they listened to the rain outside beat against the windows and the door.


Elizabeth sipped her wine and fell back into the comfort of the pillows. She smiled, thinking about the questions William asked her hours ago in the coffee house. She now had answer to both his questions. Passion was a sound, a sight, a taste and a touch that reminded a person over and over again what its like to feel and ecstasy was simply prolonged sexual bliss with no boundaries.


A/N: For those of you who might need a cigarette, sorry I'm all out...lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and still want more.

Chapter 3-Pleasure Seekers

Tell me I have not felt the pressure of your body against mine
And that I was not shocked or excited by the power of your masculinity
Tell me that you cannot cure the ache, which lingers between my thighs
And my body will deny that I desire you


Elizabeth was about to have another boring lunch with her boss, talking about the same boring numbers and the same boring profit margins. She pretended she was listening to everything he had to say but the information was going in one ear and out the other. Thoughts of narrow hips, broad shoulders, rippled stomach and a tight ass caused her to soak two pairs of under wear and she was working on a third. It was a week ago today when she and William first made love.


Nothing was more uncomfortable then sitting still with wet panties listening to a old balding man with a Napoleon complex when she could be underneath a man that could make her wet with just the sound of his voice. She wondered what he was doing and if he had lunch yet. She excused herself from the table, calling William from her cell phone, happy she caught him before he left. When he agreed to meet her, she could barely contain her excitement, laughing to herself with a hint of naughtiness. Lunch was on her so to speak.


William looked forward to seeing Elizabeth, hearing her voice made his day but honestly he never thought he would see her again. He figured maybe she realized she made a mistake and confessed to her husband. Obviously she didn't and he was glad. William wasn't going to lie to himself. He'd slept with another man's wife and that wasn't even the worse part. The worse part was that he didn't feel guilty about it as he hurried out his office door to meet her. The last time he remembered being this excited was when he lost his virginity to his blonde next-door neighbor, Joyce. He was 17. She was 41.


Elizabeth looked at her watch. Only five minutes had passed from the last time she looked at it. She was feeling anxious and getting a cramp in her neck from looking over her shoulder at the restaurant door. She was hoping to spot William first before he approached her table. She inhaled deeply then exhaled trying unsuccessfully to listen to her boss but every word coming out of his mouth sounded like blah, blah, and blah. She smiled and nodded like a good employee, making several trips to her hard point under the table. She was touching herself so much; she let out a loud gasp that her made her boss go silent with curiosity. She apologized; using the excuse she was probably coming down with something. None the wiser, her boss continued to talk.


The restaurant was five blocks away from William's office. He could have walked but he wanted to get there as quick as possible. He figured a cab ride would have him there within ten minutes, twenty at the most with traffic. Anything more than that was too long. He couldn't wait to see Elizabeth, letting his thoughts of her cloud his judgment. Maybe hailing a cab wasn't such a good idea after realizing New York gridlock could care less where he needed to be. He informed the cab driver he would walk the reminder of the way. He paid for the ride, stepping out in the chilly winter air, deciding it was best to run instead of walk.


William had thought about Elizabeth often for it was only a week ago today he was holding her, making love to her. After their lusty encounter, they didn't make any future plans to see each other again but did exchange business cards while they rode the train back into the city, holding hands and then parting after few heated kisses on the street. He laughed to himself, thinking how so many times he remained a prisoner behind his desk erect, thinking about their first time together. It was impossible for him to walk amongst his coworkers for fear of having to be a defendant in a sexual harassment lawsuit when his only defense was being held as a willing captive by a beautiful woman's passion.


The minute Elizabeth saw William walk into the restaurant, she jumped from her seat bumping the table and spilling over a glass of water. She apologized to her boss never taking her eyes off William while he stood in the doorway appearing to be out of breath. She smiled thinking he must have ran the entire way just to see her like in those romantic movies when the guy runs after the girl he knows is right for him. However, she wasn't in the mood to be romantic. She wanted to be screwed and screwed fast. She excused herself from the table, informing her boss she needed to go to the restroom. Like a gentlemen, he stood up and nodded his head in acknowledgment then sat back down to finish his blood rare steak.


It didn't take long for William to see Elizabeth sitting at her table with a distinguishing looking man. For a brief moment, he thought it could be her husband which was ludicrous he thought. She called him. He was nervous but it vanished the moment he laid eyes on her and she smiled back at him. It was like everyone else in the crowded restaurant disappeared and it was just her waiting there for him. Their eyes remained locked and all he could do was stand in the doorway, like an obedient slave, waiting to be told what to do.


Elizabeth rushed towards him, wanting to touch and kiss him until she remembered who she was with. She glanced back to her table, hoping her boss wasn't looking but he was still engrossed in his steak. She pulled William by his cold hands, searching for a dark corner or some hidden spot away from view so she could enjoy the sweetness of his kisses. There was no such place to be found until she noticed a woman coming out of the women's restroom. She opened the door with William close behind, calling out to see if anyone else was inside. When she didn't receive a response; quickly she looked around then pulled him inside, pressing her body with his against the door.


Their kisses had been wet, hard and desperate. Elizabeth secured her arms firmly around his neck while his arms were wrapped tight around her petite body. One of his hands palmed the back of her head, pressing her mouth harder to his. Elizabeth backed them into a stall while he closed and locked it not that it mattered. The moans coming from both of them was enough to let anyone who dared enter know what they were doing.


They changed positions. This time he had her pushed against the green stall barrier, lowering his head to kiss her breast through her ivory blouse. Elizabeth removed his coat and suit jacket, letting them both fall to a pile on the bathroom floor. She pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, snaking her hands up his chest causing William to gasp fromher heated touch.


Wanting to taste her skin, William unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse. He reached inside cupping and kneading one of her breast before lifting it out of her black satiny bra so it rested on the under wire. He bit and sucked on the nipple, causing her to arch her back under the roughness of his mouth.


Pulling him away from her heaving chest, Elizabeth pressed her mouth to his and they kissed and sucked on the tender flesh of each other's lips and tongue. Her hand found a permanent resting place on his crotch as she rubbed and squeezed him through his pants. She tried to undo his belt but he told her they didn't have time but there was other ways. He cupped her ass with his masculine hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while teasing the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Elizabeth gasped against his mouth, the skillful way he used it against her tongue was only a sample; a wonderful erotic sample of what she was going to be feeling against her other lips.


She found herself getting turned on with the rough lusty way he pushed up her skirt and yanked down her panties, shivering from the touch of his warm fingers as they climbed up her thigh. He pulled on the hairs of her pussy causing her to cry out. The brief moment of pain had triggered more unexpected wetness. She appreciated his wickedness, biting his shoulder and licking his neck while he stroked her clit with his thumb then pushed two fingers insider her. She gasped and opened wider for him, placing her foot on the toilet seat


William's cock thickened in his pants as his fingers played inside her wet quim. He knew just how to stroke her, feeling her clit hardened under the pad of his thumb. She told him to suck her and he was on his knees with his mouth pressed against the mouth of her wet opening. With long strokes he teased her, stroking her to higher pitches of ecstasy then taking a few moments here and there to push his tongue inside her, feeling her contract around it. He shouldn't have been taking his time but he enjoyed the act and the sounds he drew out of her. He felt her thighs tense and she began to sway as her juice trickled into his mouth and over his chin. With a curve of his tongue he lathed it up, holding her by the hips as she spasmed against his mouth.


Elizabeth's skirt was like a belt around her waist. She was holding it, making sure it didn't interfere with the eating process. William was taking his time pleasuring her and she was grateful. Her husband wasn't a big fan of pleasing her orally but she didn't hold it against him. He was pretty traditional when it came to sex and she had no complaints. He was good and very capable of giving her orgasms but still rough around the edges when it came to affection in public and around family and friends.


She felt her breath quickening as she cried out, causing her to drop her skirt and claw at William's head. He had her by the hips, digging his fingers into her ass, sucking her pussy so hard she almost tumbled over him. She removed one of her hands from his hair, pressing it flat against the wall while she told him she was about to come. At that moment she felt his tongue slip up inside her causing her gasped out loud. All thoughts of returning back to her boss had vanished and replaced with thoughts of his thick cock buried deep inside her as she came.


Extremely turned on and erect, William stood telling her was going to shag her and to hell with the time. He gathered Elizabeth up in his arms and kissed her deeply, aching to be inside her. He struggled to get his pants down but his impatience made it almost impossible so he watched as her delicate hands loosened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She reached inside, pulling out his cock oozing with slippery moisture.


Time halted with him and Elizabeth could care less, pulling on his belt and releasing him from his pants. She was very excited and very wet, telling William to fuck her hard then bracing herself as entered her in one hard thrust. She moaned, having a verbal resurrection from their first time together. William's hard thrusts had her taking in so much air her throat burned for her to swallow. She was slipping out of control, moaning and gasping on her way to another orgasm that would never happen.


There heated bliss was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door. Immediately, she quieted, placing her hand over William's mouth to silence him. Together they stilled while their chests heaved in unison. It was her boss, checking to see if everything was okay. William pulled out of her while she pushed down her skirt, telling her boss she was coming right out. She readjusted herself back into her bra, buttoning her blouse and running her hands through her hair. She kissed William one last time before opening the stall door. She looked at herself in the mirror. She raked her fingers through her hair once more and then removed the smear-stained lipstick from her lips. She walked out the door barely meeting her boss's eyes, telling him she guessed she wasn't feeling well after all. He escorted her back to their table where he paid the check, suggesting she take the rest of the day off. Elizabeth told him no and that all she needed was some fresh air.


William rested his body against the stall door, looking down at his hard and swollen cock, begging for release against the material of his pants. He had taken several deep breaths, getting himself together before leaving. He walked up to the sink to wash his hands and run them over his face. When the door of the bathroom opened, he didn't flinch. He could care less if it was inappropriate for a man to be in the women's bathroom. A very attractive brunette entered, giving him the once over before walking into the stall beside the one he and Elizabeth christened. He walked out, searching for her but she was gone. He grabbed a hot dog and a yahoo from a vender a few feet away from the restaurant then hoped in a cab back to his office.


Elizabeth resisted the urge to call William again but the longing between her legs had no intentions of going away. She looked at her watch. She was getting off in an hour. She beat her pen on the desk, staring at her telephone still debating whether to call him or not. She really wanted to finish what they started in the restaurant and then some. Although she found release under the sensual force of his tongue, it wasn't enough. Giving into her urges, she picked up the phone and started dialing. His line was busy.


William slouched in his office chair, twirling it around like some kid on his favorite carnival ride. After getting back to the office, he tried to bombard himself with paperwork but to know avail. Thoughts of Elizabeth coming in his mouth, her pert breasts and round soft ass in his hands had turned his brain completely off his job and on to picking up the phone to call her but the line was busy.


William waited before dialing Elizabeth again. When she answered, he didn't bother to exchange pleasantries. He told her he needed to see her. Wanting to see him just as bad, she asked where. They arranged to meet at a hotel only a few blocks from both their jobs. She checked her watch again, twisting it around her wrist with impatience. Elizabeth could feel herself getting wet all over again. She called her husband, telling him she was going to be late due to a deadline she had to meet. He told her he would keep her dinner warm for her, saying he loved her. She responded with the words me too before hanging up.


William reserved a room at a nearby hotel, leaving a key for Elizabeth at the front desk. He left work, two hours early to go back to his apartment to retrieve something very important before meeting Elizabeth at the hotel. When he got to the room, he preferred to turn off the lights instead of dimming them. He loved candles, bring his own from home along with two bottles of wine. It was the same wine they drank on their first night together.


Elizabeth arrived at the hotel, retrieving the key William had left for her at the front desk. It was a very nice hotel full of business types and hookers dressed professionally for the out of town businessmen and the locals looking to cheat on their wives. She refused to pass judgment on any of them. She was no different as she rode the elevator to her rendezvous with William.


When she opened the door, William was standing there waiting for her. She responded automatically to him, circling her arms around his neck kissing him first tenderly on the lips. Quickly things turned passionate, from the pent up longing even thou it had only been a few hours since they were together. They pulled and grabbed at each other's clothes in a hurry to feel naked flesh against naked flesh, not caring where their clothes landed. There was no time to care just to feel with every muscle in their bodies.


They were still standing when William lifted Elizabeth up and lowered her onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around him as the fierceness in his body, hands and arms made her body sing. Joined by their sexes and mouths, they descended to the carpeted floor, moving together like wicked souls do fast, hard and wild until they came. They both laid on the floor letting out a series of long, happy contented sighs. She draped an arm and leg over him, pushing up to lick the scar along his eyebrow then his lips. William told her she was insatiable, getting to his feet and helping her to hers before scooping her up to carry Elizabeth to the bed.


She crawled on top of him, kissing and licking his chest until she notice the two bottles of wine on the side table. She asked him was he trying to get her drunk. William laughed, suggesting they toast to the anniversary of their first time together. She was pleased he remembered. Trying to get a man to remember a special occasion even with obvious hints was frustrating. Unfortunately, her husband was one of those men and she was one of those women always accepting his apology for his absentmindedness. Her husband was very passionate about his work. It was one of the things she loved about him but whenever there was some new fascinating discovery at work, she usually came second on his list of priorities.


Of course she thought it was a good idea, rising to straddle him. She reached for the already opened bottle, asking William where were the glasses. He informed her they weren't necessary, sliding up the bed with her still on him. He leaned against the headboard, grabbing the bottle away from her. He had taken sip then pulled her by the back of her neck to kiss him, letting the wine spill into her mouth.


Elizabeth pulled away from him, laughing and licking the excess wine from around her mouth. A low growl came from William's throat as he placed the bottle back on the table, grabbing Elizabeth and turning her over so she was underneath him. He grabbed the other bottle, pouring the cool clear liquid over her body. Laughing and screaming, Elizabeth held her hands out in front of herself as a shield. She knew it was water but wanted to know why was it in a wine bottle.


William grabbed her hands, holding them above her head. He had given her a sweet smile, telling her he collected the raindrops in remembrance of the first time they spent together. Elizabeth thought it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard as she grabbed William by the sides of his face to intertwine her tongue with his, kissing deep and passionately.


William shot to full length, entering her and thrusting like crazy. Neither of them had use for the human language as they voiced their ecstasy through throaty umms, Os and ayahs. Feeding the growing need inside them, their wet soaked and aroused bodies glided across each other with a deep burning that left William's body taut as his seed left him and Elizabeth climaxed so hard, it lifted her off the bed and bowed her back.


Lying swollen and sweaty on top of William, Elizabeth realized she had stayed longer then she anticipated. She didn't bother to clean up, leaving the hotel room with dried crusted semen between her thighs but still in a surreal sexual mode. Saying goodbye to William was hard, kissing him passionately before leaving him naked and still wanting her on the wet crumpled sheets. When she arrived her home, she didn't bother to kiss her husband not wanting him to smell her and her lover's mingled musk on her body. He was sitting in the living room reading his book and smoking a pipe. She yelled she was home, running up the stairs to take a much-needed shower. She joined him in the living room, kissing him on the cheek before she sat at his feet while he stroked her hair, never looking up from his book.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so long. I got carried away just like our lovers. For those of you wondering who her husband is, sorry I'm not telling until the end of the story. I promise not to drag the story out. I'm guess four more chapters and a epilogue ought to do it.

When all my being remembers
And exclaims my desire for you
My heartbeat pulses unsteady
Anxiously awaiting for thee


William called her today, leaving several messages on her voice mail. She was in meetings all day unable to return any of his calls and knew what he wanted before she listened to them. She was just as desperate to see him too. When she finally returned his call, William answered on the first ring. At first he told her he wanted to see her then changed it to needing to see her. She told him the feeling was mutual but she couldn't. She had already told her husband she would be home for dinner.


William left Elizabeth five messages and she hadn't returned any of them. He wondered if she was done with him and her not returning his calls was her way of telling him it was over. There was always this nagging thought in the back of his mind that she would be the one to end things between them. She was the one who had the most to lose. When he finally heard from her, he was disappointed when she told him she couldn't see him. He tried to persuade her to call her husband and tell him she had to work late. He was disappointed when she told him no. It was the first time she had ever told him no in the two months they'd been seeing each other and the first time William felt jealousy towards her husband.


Determined to see her, William invited Elizabeth to his poetry reading at a bar he frequented. He was one of the featured poets and thought it would be nice for them to actually have an evening out instead the typical evening behind closed doors. After all she was the one who suggested he share his poetry with the world. He could hear the hesitation in her voice and crossed his fingers, hoping she would say yes. When she agreed to come, he jumped out of his seat like he'd won the lottery. He told her to arrive early to make sure she got a seat because the place was crowded on Saturdays.


Elizabeth had become an instant fan the first time William read some of his poetry to her. She told him she loved it but he didn't believe her even after she insisted it had nothing to do with him being naked while he read it to her. William was talented and she asked him why was he wasting his time behind a desk, encouraging him to share it with the masses. She remembered him telling her poetry couldn't pay his bills. That's why he majored in business in college and minored in liberal arts.

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Elizabeth told her husband at dinner she and a few girls from the office were having a ladies night out. He thought it was a wonderful idea glad she was going out instead of working all the time. She almost choked on her steak at his statement, considering his nose was buried in one of his precious books when he said it. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. Her husband reminded her a little of William. He was passionate about his work as William was passionate about his poetry.


William needed her every day, every minute and hour. He was so sure he would be seeing her tonight but when she told him no, he had taken it hard. Maybe a little too hard he thought as he sat on his fire escape, drinking whiskey. It had given him a reality check. She was married and spending time with her husband. It was part of the marriage contract and had taken for granted she would say yes but why wouldn't he. She had said yes the other eight times.


He pictured her sitting at the dinner table with her husband bored as a brick. She had to be. Why else was she cheating on her husband? He imagined their conversation started off with one of them asking the other how was their day and ending with a bad joke he heard at the office.

Elizabeth would laugh, pretending it was funny but all the while wishing he were shagging her six ways from Sunday. William laughed at his thoughts then suddenly crashed his glass in a fit of anger. He needed an outlet for his passion so he grabbed his notebook and wrote two new poems, using images of her naked and aroused to fuel his pen and to masturbate himself to sleep.


Elizabeth had made an appointment at the hair salon to have her hair done, a wax, a manicure and a pedicure. She purchased a new dress, boots and lingerie for her first night out with William. She couldn't believe she let him talk her into a real date but she wanted to support him. Was this the start of more dates and was William losing sight of the fact she was married and not his girlfriend? After work all she had to do was tell her husband was one lie that she was working late so she and William could have their hit and run sex. Elizabeth now realized the statement was true that one lie often leads to another.


William wore a deep purple silk shirt, tight black leather pants and black leather boots. He didn't bother to slick back his hair, letting it dry naturally. He arrived an hour early to the bar to have a drink with some of his friends who came to support him. In his conversation with Elizabeth, he left out his friends would be there for fear she wouldn’t come if she knew other people knew they were seeing each other. He couldn't tell her not after she told him her best friend didn’t know she was seeing someone on the side.


The place was filling up quickly. He hoped Elizabeth would be arriving soon. He made arrangements with one of the waitresses to have a drink sent to her table when she arrived. The waitress asked him what did she look like and William told her she would be the prettiest woman in the room. Taking only a few steps towards the stage, he stopped and turned around. Elizabeth had just walked in and he shook like he had gotten the chills. His body knew she was there before he laid eyes on her just like the first time.


William watched her take a seat, located in the center of the room. Then he watched the waitress as she glanced over at him to make sure she had spotted the right woman. He smiled and nodded his head then turned his attention back to her. Elizabeth hadn't noticed him yet while he watched her remove her gloves, scarf, and coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Right away, he noticed what she was wearing while he refocused his eyes. Her sexy body was always hidden underneath business suits but tonight she was wearing a short tight black dress with a high neck, sexy black diamond net hosiery and black knee-hi boots. She certainly didn't look like somebody's wife as he fought to control the bulge in his pants only to lose the battle when she turned around to reveal the dress was cutout in the back with a single strap across her shoulder blades. William tried to focus his thoughts somewhere else, bringing up mental images of things he didn't find sexy to get rid of his erection.


Elizabeth was glad she left an hour early to get there. Despite the cold weather, Saturday nights in New York were a bitch. Hell, every night in New York was a bitch. The place was crowded and she was lucky she found a seat. She was hoping William would be waiting for her at the door so she could avoid the 'you're alone' walk of shame. She removed her coat, placing it on the back of the chair. She wanted a drink but decided to have one after William finished. Then a waitress placed a drink in front of her and Elizabeth informed the blonde woman she didn't order anything. The waitress told her it was compliments of the blonde gentlemen by the stage. Elizabeth looked in that direction and saw William standing there with a huge smile on his face. She thanked the waitress then held up her glass up, silently thanking him.


Elizabeth felt a stirring down below at the sight of William wearing something other than a suit. He looked yummy. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to make herself comfortable on the seat although comfort had nothing to do with it. William was looking hot, really hot and she wanted to leave with him immediately. Three buttons on his shirt were undone, allowing her to get a peak at his hard pale chest. His black leather pants were tight, tight enough she could see the outline of his penis. It was leaning to the left. Her husband wouldn't be caught dead wearing such an outfit. He had a nice body not as nice as William's but he could pull it off. However, if she even suggested he spiff up his wardrobe, he would laugh in her face since he prided himself on
being an intellectual and liked to dress the part with bow ties and outdated suit jackets. She sighed, wishing he would loosen up more.


She finished her drink then signaled the waitress who delivered the first one over to her table. She liked the drink so much she wanted to order another one but didn't know the name. The blonde woman told her she was drinking a slow screw against the wall. Elizabeth blushed and ordered another one, feeling the affects of the first drink in her toes. She was feeling relaxed and a little bit horny.


William was the second person to go on. He adjusted the microphone to his height then greeted the crowd before he dedicated his first poem to Buffy. She laughed. It was his nickname for her. She didn't know how he derived at that name out of Elizabeth but she thought it was cute. The audience clapped then grew silent when the spotlight shined on his face. He looked directly at her. The look in his blue eyes was disturbing as he informed the audience the title of his first poem, was "Another Man's Wife".

Another man's wife
Stormy lovers
Rain drops of passion
Thunder rolling
Lighting flashing
Not quite a hurricane
Just a tender shower,
Stolen moments alone

Another man's wife
Caught in her web
Hypnotized by her eyes
A blind fool
While playing her game
Vicious and delicious
Elizabeth is her name
Pussy and trouble is all she has to offer
So pretty I confess

Another man's wife
Causing a rip in my life
In the eyes of God I'm caught
Needing to stop on the double
Digging a hole
As our love affair unfolds


The moment he mentioned the title, Elizabeth knew the poem was about her. She listened intently never taking her eyes off his. As the images and sounds from that day surfaced and danced around the dimly lit room. He invited the audience in, making her out to be the bad guy. Elizabeth was angry. How could he expose her and what they were doing like that?


Next he would walk over to her table and everyone will know it's her he's talking about. Elizabeth had a million thoughts running through her mind, making her paranoid. She wanted to leave but realized it would have drawn unwanted attention. She didn't come here for this she thought as she removed her wedding rings, slipping them into her purse. She took a few nervous sips of her drink looking around to see if she recognized any body or better yet hoping nobody recognized her so it could get back to her husband. She turned her attention back to the stage. William was about to read his next poem, again dedicating it to Buffy. This poem was simply titled "Want".


When I see you
I will dance with your eyes
Kiss your cheek softly
Put my hand on your thighs
I will suck on your lip
Touch each of your breasts tenderly
Trace down your hip
I will touch your skin
And hear you shudder
As your arousal begins
And my heart will quicken
As I rise in my pants
And feel the stroke of your hand
I will slowly undress you
And you will feel the force of my man
I will taste your sweet softness
Oh what ecstasy we will share
As ours souls intertwine bare


Elizabeth swallowed hard. She was glad she stayed. Listening to his words made her sex tingle and moist. Thoughts of being angry with him sailed away as she touched her lips with her finger then smiled. It was like that every time with him. The same old song and dance that never got old, only better. He received a standing ovation for that one and all of them were women as they approached him on stage, telling him how much they enjoyed his poetry.


Elizabeth knew the other women were full of shit, knowing they just wanted to fuck him. She didn't like those women invading his personal space and she didn't like that he was enjoying it. She was jealous and tired of waiting for him to come to her. She grabbed her coat, putting it on as she walked out the door.


William refused to take his eyes off hers when he read his first poem. He had a feeling she wouldn't like it very much. He'd written it last night and he would be lieing if he didn't admit he was hurt while he wrote it because of her refusal to be see him. He watched the emotions play on her face from excitement to worry. He watched her shift uncomfortably in her seat as he told the tale of her adultery. Well he should say their adultery; he was as guilty of it as she was.

He could be a sadistic bastard sometimes especially when it came to matters of the heart or flesh. He was caught in passion’s web hence the shirt he wore tonight. Purple was the color of passion some would say red but red was the color of love. He wasn't in love with Elizabeth or was he? He could blame his feelings for her on his penis starting with the first time he laid eyes on her to every time they were together; only last night being the exception.


With the second poem, William wanted Elizabeth to remember what it’s like when they are together. He wanted her to know what she was missing while she sat at the dinner table with her husband. Maybe he was being selfish, so what he thought. He saw the way she looked at him, touching her lips. He knew he had her. It was a kinky mind game as he delivered the hard slap of the first poem to cause a sting and then used the second as a soothing rub to make it go away.


William could care less about the attention he was receiving from the other women. He only cared about one woman in that place but he did want her to see it. He wanted her to know there were others that desired him. He wanted her feel what he felt last night. His plan worked but maybe a little too well. William didn't expect her to leave as he jumped from the stage, leaving his admirers dumbfounded. He grabbed his black leather coat from behind the bar, pushing his way through the crowd to catch up with her.


Elizabeth hailed a cab. She reached for the door handle but William beat her to hit. She looked at him then rolled her eyes, getting inside the cab. She gave the driver her address but William changed it, giving the driver his. She folded her arms across her chest, looking out the frosted window. William tried to grab her chin to get her to look at him and she bit his finger. He called her a minx then grabbed her by the chin again, crashing his lips down on hers. He tried to force his tongue into her mouth and she bit it. He pulled away, touching it and then sucked the wet crimson off his fingers. He forced her onto his lap. Elizabeth struggled with him insisting he let her go. Alarmed by the sight of two people fighting, the cab driver stopped the cab. William had given him a serial killer stare and told the nervous man to keep driving.


Elizabeth tried to slap William but he held his head down while laughing and blocking her attempts. He grabbed her by the wrists as they continued to struggle until William got her where he wanted her, astride him. He forced her hand to his crotch wanting her to feel how hard her resistance was making him. He released her wrist then covered his hand over hers while she continued to rub his cock until it was rock hard. He released her other wrist, allowing her to run her hand through his hair. She yanked his head at an angle, lowered her head and kissed him with passion.


William opened her coat, fondling her breasts roughly through her dress as she rocked back and forth into his touch. Wanting to feel the real thing, Elizabeth unzipped his pants and got a handful of his cock as it pulsed in her grip. He gasped, running his hands up her thighs feeling her garters stretched to the limit on her hosiery. He shoved his fingers into her wetness, sending sexual shocks through her entire body. She cried out. His other hand reached up and pulled her mouth back down to his in a wicked battle of tongues. They both worked each other's sexes until the need had become too great as they both struggled to get his pants down and her dress further up.


Finally succeeding, William maneuvered his cock inside her, holding her ass as she rode him into the leather seat, both oblivious to the cab driver, smirking and shaking his head at the lusty lovers. Elizabeth hands gripped and pushed into the hard leather seat as she worked her hips back and forth getting lost in the stormy passion in her blonde lover’s eyes. Her body was hotter than the depths of hell and her wetness was rampant.


They had their first fight fueled by an aphrodisiac blend of hurt, anger, jealousy, lust and desire. All being erased and satisfied in the back of a cab with harsh cries and whispered words of pleasure mixed with forgiveness. Elizabeth listened to William's deep hypnotic voice tell her he wanted to pleasure her inside and out until she begged for release. Her womanhood responded to the lingering bond of hunger they shared. She wanted him to give it all to her and go deeper while she opened wider digging and stretching her legs as far as they could go. She moaned loud from his strong firm thrusts, cab driver be damned. William was unleashing the greatest pleasure she had ever felt. She came hard, harder than she ever had before with him.


Her welcomed juiciness unmasked the desire she still had for him despite his stupid jealous antics. He could have lost her tonight had he waited another second, another minute before jumping off that stage. For all he knew this may be their last time together. He had to make up for it, responding to her request to give her all he had. He locked his arms under her shoulders while her muscles tightened around him like a fist.


He pressed her down onto his stiffness, interrupting the glorious rhythm of her hips to thrust upward. He moaned her name against her mouth preceded by Oh before his tongue searched out for hers. She was coming and so was he, releasing powerful spurts inside her. He stiffened while they rocked back and forth, vibrating through one another.


Both hot and damp, William pressed the button on the side door panel to roll down the window. The cool air gave welcomed relief while it sucked out the smell of their passion from inside the cab. Elizabeth found it a little difficult to detach herself from him, wishing the feeling would return back to her legs quicker. She readjusted her wet panties and pulled down her dress while she surveyed the damage to her net stockings. Luckily, her coat covered most of it so she didn't have to worry about her husband seeing it.

William was still semi-erect when he tucked himself back into his leather pants. He pulled Elizabeth against him and she laid on his chest. It was very late and she needed to get home. He wished she could spend the night with him for a change instead for a few hours but that was wishful thinking, dangerous thinking. The more time he spent with her the more he wanted. He told the cab driver to turn around to see her home first.


What little time they had was spent in silence. He kissed the top of her head a few times while he ran his hand lazily up and down the sleeve of her coat. He instructed the cab driver not to pull up in front of her brownstone so he let her out on the corner after they kissed lustfully goodbye. William waited in the cab, slouching in the back seat while he watched her go safely inside.


A/N: Some of the words and phrases used in these poems are mine, Andre Mollet, De Ann Diax and Perry Holmes.

With desire I search for you
And my unexpected arrival
Will change all dimensions
Bringing reality to the space of wanting


William called her today and it was the fourth time in a row she told him she couldn't see him. Elizabeth had been working late the last two weeks meeting yet another important deadline. She almost missed the last one and her boss wasn't happy about it so she was going to make damn sure it didn't happen again. Elizabeth could hear the disappointment in William's voice but that was unimportant to her since he was the reason she had trouble focusing on her work. The ache between her legs was a constant distraction. While lust was being grabbed and satisfied, her in box stayed full and very little work was going out. Work had become a second priority and her husband was the third. Their lack of sex and quality time spent together had greatly diminished but her husband was too preoccupied with his own work to even notice. Elizabeth realized she would be giving something up soon and she wasn't quitting her job or leaving her husband.


William missed Elizabeth. It had been two weeks since they were last together. They talked briefly a few times on the phone but it wasn't enough. She told him she couldn't see him, using the excuse she had to work late. He wanted to believe her but how could he? It was the same lie she told her husband when they were together. William didn't want to think about Elizabeth shagging her husband but he was foolish to think she would stop just because they were sleeping together. He wondered where she found the energy since they always shagged to the point of exhaustion at least twice a week and down to the very last hour until she had to leave.


William was preoccupied with everything Elizabeth and it was turning him into bloody idiot, letting his anger and jealousy get the best of him. The first time Elizabeth refused to see him he let his ego absorb the blow. The second time he cleared everything off his desk in one swift motion. The third time he wanted to push over his desk but decided to take it out on his office telephone by smashing it against the wall. This time he just sat there numb, thinking their relationship was finally over. He knew it was foolish but he couldn't help but think he was the one being cheated on. He had never felt so insecure about a woman since he met Elizabeth but what did he expect? She was married and she didn't owe him an explanation. If he was being dumped, then he wanted her to tell him face to face. He looked at his watch. If she was working late, then she should still be at her office he thought. He grabbed his coat and briefcase, taking a cab to her building ten blocks away from his own.


Elizabeth needed to stretch her legs. She removed her shoes then stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arms high above her head. She rolled her neck and shoulders while pulling her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. She rolled up the sleeves then pinned her blond hair on top of her head, feeling refreshed. It was 6:00PM when she decided she was going to give herself one more before calling it a night. She frowned at the mountain of paperwork waiting in her in-box. Although she'd been working on it all day, it didn't look like it had been touched. She needed a break. Putting her shoes back on, she retrieved some change from her desk drawer, hoping a chocolate fix from the vending machine was what she needed before busying herself again.


The security guard was a nice man William thought. He told him Elizabeth didn't sign out for the night, making him realize she was telling him the truth. He chatted with the gray-haired man a few more minutes before getting on an elevator bound for Elizabeth's floor. When she opened the door, he thought she would be happy to see him and boy was he wrong. He tried to kiss her but she walked away so he tried small talk, pretending to be interested in where she worked. He invited himself in, shutting and locking the door. He watched a pout form on her glossy lips while she folded her arms across her chest. He remembered that look. It was the same look she gave him when they had their first fight. God he wanted her and he was willing to endure her harsh treatment if it meant he could be in the same room with her.


When Elizabeth opened the door, William was standing there with his arm raised about to knock. She asked him what was he doing there and how did he get pass security. He told her the guard naturally assumed he worked in the building then he laughed, telling her an expensive suit and briefcase did go a long way. She was too annoyed to share his humor, giving her some crap about wanting to see where she worked but Elizabeth knew exactly why he was there. Those lovely desperate and needy blue eyes had given him away. She'd seen that look before, in the cab, the night they had their first fight. It was such a turn on, knowing how much he desired her. She wouldn't let him kiss. Showing up unannounced called into question what he thought they were. First he wanted a date, which ended in disaster except for the hot make up sex and now this. What was next she thought?


Elizabeth leaned against her desk with her arms folded across her chest. She just looked at him still standing in the doorway. He looked good as always and part of her was excited to see him but she wasn't going to tell him that. God she wanted him but she had to fight it. She told William he needed to leave watching him shut and lock the door. As he approached her slowly, he tilted his head to the side, staring at her with his sexy come hither eyes. The intensity of his eyes ate away at her resolve causing her to shift and uncross her arms. Still determined to be strong, she gripped of her cherry wood desk with both hands telling him to leave and that she had a lot of work to do but William kept coming and she kept talking, fumbling over her words.


Elizabeth's lips parted involuntarily and her breathing patterns began to change the closer he came. She turned her back on him to avoid his hypnotic gaze, hoping the bold action would stop him in his tracks. Besides it always worked in the movies she thought. The woman would tell her object of desire she didn't want to see him. Turning her back on the man was a clear sigh of rejection then the woman would wait then turn back around to find the man gone. But this was real life and Elizabeth needed to stop pretending. Her blonde lover knew her well enough to know she didn't want him to leave as he steadily approached her until she felt his desire pressed against her ass. William was hard and she knew him well enough to know rejection was the same as foreplay to him.


Turning her back on him wasn't such a good idea after all. William lifted her blouse and Elizabeth felt the warm touch of his hand on the small of her back. She jumped then relaxed while he pressed his fingertips into her skin. She sighed out, telling him to stop and he told her to make him so she reached around, grabbing his hand before her zipper was completely down. She tried to stand more erect against him feeling the push of his body with the push of her body. Both were fighting for dominance but William was winning as he pressed his body even closer, causing her to tip slightly over her desk. Instinct made her to place her hands in front of her on the desk to prevent from falling all the way over but it gave William the opportunity to get her zipper all the way down. He wrapped one arm around her waist while he pushed her skirt down her legs, molding his body to hers as he continued to press his erection against her ass with a slow gyration of his hips. Elizabeth moaned barely able to tell him they couldn't make love in her office.


William didn't respond wrapping his other arm around her then let his hands take different journeys on her body. One caressed the front, back and insides of her thighs. The other was under her blouse caressing and squeezing her breasts moving from one to the other, back and forth, back and forth. He whispered in her ear he couldn't wait any longer to be with her, licking the outer shell and telling her he needed her right now. Elizabeth gasped, feeling his hand brush across the satin of her panties, pressing on her clit, moving on to her belly and navel then back to her clit. As much as she wanted him, she told William it was too risky and he told her he didn't care, bringing up her own risky behavior during the time she pulled him into that restaurant's bathroom.


Elizabeth closed her eyes, remembering the heat they generated that day. It was the same heat they were generating now. She more than understood the point William was trying to make. The element of risk was a turn on and she experienced and indulged in it every time she was with him. The mere fact that someone could catch them or hear them pleasuring the other only added to the passion. She could no longer see the point in fighting her need for him, covering her his hands with hers to join in the exploration of her body while she angled her head to kiss him.


Two whole weeks he thought, two whole bloody weeks without touching her, kissing her. It was torture so intense not even masturbation could make it go away but the consenting pressure of her hands on top of his was a start. They both kneaded her breasts until William undid the front clasp her bra to play with her nipples, responding to her kiss with all the pent up passion he held inside. It was the only way he knew how. It was the only way she knew how, with nothing but erotic twists and turns of their tongues which forced them to open their mouths wider as they tried to kiss away the hunger from each other's lips.


He pulled her panties half way down to bury his fingers inside her wetness. Elizabeth whimpered in his mouth but didn't break the hot juicy out of control kiss. Both of them were bent slightly over her desk as William moved with her while Elizabeth rode his fingers. He went deeper causing her mouth to open and close around his, interrupting the rhythm of their kiss with heated moans.


Moving his hand out of the way, Elizabeth grabbed and pinched at her breasts through her blouse and William opened his eyes to watch, using his rejected hand to push her panties as far as they would go in the awkward stance. He spread her legs further apart, removing his fingers from her quim and replacing them with his thumb while he inserted his index finger into her ass. The only words coming out of Elizabeth's mouth were moaned yes's. William kissed and licked her neck before forcing her mouth back to his, letting his tongue dive deep into the warm softness of her mouth while he French kissed and finger fucked her quim and ass.


William had filled every orifice and Elizabeth felt violated but in a good way. She reached between them, grabbing his erection and pulling it. The triple penetration made her want to be fucked without mercy. She tried to pull away from his mouth but William wouldn't let her. There was something almost dark about his forcefulness as if he was trying to hurt her. Her neck was already in an awkward angel and she could feel the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure below and she liked it.


Finally breaking free of his mouth and probing fingers, Elizabeth turned to him, panting and trying to catch her breath. She pushed him away almost falling forward due to the satiny material at her ankles. She lowered herself to remove them along with her shoes never taking her eyes off William. The look they gave each other was primitive and in a matter of seconds he was on her again. There was no time to react. Elizabeth's body had already waved the white flag.


William grabber her roughly, snatching the pins out of her blond hair. Elizabeth shook it free, releasing a heavy perfumed scent as it tumbled to her shoulders. William's cock twitched. It was a scent he knew all too well and couldn't get enough of. He ran his fingers through her blonde hair, aligning his lips with hers as if he was going to kiss her but instead pushed her head back and sucked on the flesh of her chin, pushing away the collar of her blouse while winding his lips down to the base of her throat.


Elizabeth's bottom lip quivered as little gasps of pleasures defected from her mouth. William muffled them, pressing his lips to hers while the rough pressure of his tongue and the softness of his lips overwhelmed her. She opened her mouth wider to take more of his tongue. Only his kisses could send her spiraling to a place where time was timeless as they both tugged on her blouse, trying to undo the buttons and kiss at the same time. Finally Elizabeth told him it wasn't going to work and William didn't argue. He kissed her hard on the mouth one more time before allowing he to dot it.


William removed his clothes and shoes like a veteran stripper and Elizabeth was only on her third button, undoing them while she looked at his body. He was sinuously breathtaking. She took a deep breath, letting it out while she removed her blouse and bra. She tossed them aside then started on her garters and stockings but William told her to leave them on. He lowered himself to the light carpeted floor, waiting for her to join him. She followed, crawling on her hands and knees into the welcoming space between his legs until she was eye level with his cock. It had been too long she thought, watching William lie on his back anticipating her mount but he would have to wait a little bit longer.


William looked at Elizabeth while she ogled his stiffness. He smiled, placing his hand behind her head, pulling her towards his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his penis, tracing the head along her lips. Elizabeth opened her mouth easing her tongue over her bottom lip. She curled it up, teasing the fleshy rim of helmeted head. He hissed in pleasure, telling her to do it again and she, while tasting small quantities of his salty milk. Vivid and explicit thoughts overpowered her mind as she rose, opening her mouth wider to swallow him down. William's hips jerked up causing him to go deeper into her mouth almost making her gag. She removed his hand and replaced it with hers, sucking and squeezing him inside her mouth with a confident up and down motion.


William couldn't take much more of her mouth, whispering her name and begging her to ride him. Elizabeth looked up, running her tongue all over his cock before asking him was he sure and then quickly deep-throated him several more times to see if he was absolutely sure. Sensing he was about to explode she released him from her mouth and gripped him tightly so he wouldn't come. She crawled up, positioning her bended knees on either side of his hips, letting the head of his cock touch her moist sex before sliding all the way down. He pulsed inside of her and it felt exquisite.


Although their mouths were open, the wanton lovers didn't make a sound while suspending their moment of pleasure. It was intense, commanding and a down right impressive connection. A connection Elizabeth lost long ago with her husband only to have it returned with her passionate blonde lover. William had a spellbinding effect on her, causing her to get lost as her body arched and swayed until a pinch on her excited nipples brought her back from her temporary blindness of mind. She rocked her hips back and forth quickly as they both breathed faster and faster taking short needed breaths. Elizabeth had held on as best she could, shifting her hands from his chest to his broad shoulders. She felt the muscles moving under his hard pale flesh while the hard muscle up inside her moved over her spot.


William pulled her to him, feeling her sweaty breasts press against his chest. He rolled them over being careful not to let his cock slip out. As soon as Elizabeth's back hit the carpet, he lowered his weight on her, pushing all the way inside then all the way out and into a pounding rhythm. Nothing but the moist slapping of their bodies could be heard over the sounds of their moans. Elizabeth climaxed, shivering underneath him, breathless. William came too, clenching his ass cheeks together while whispering her name against her neck.


Well she did it, Elizabeth had sex in her office and it wasn't with her husband like in her fantasy because in reality he would never do such a thing. She turned her head to look at her the blonde beautiful man lying beside her, still riding the high from their sexual union. She ran her hand across his sweaty happy trail, watching him rise to the occasion once again. There was no doubt in her mind she wanted him again but like always the time factor threatened to put out the flame. Elizabeth checked her watch it was 8:30PM well passed the time she told her husband she would be home. She tried to call him but he didn't answer. Her brow crinkled. Maybe he decided to go to bed early she thought. He was usually asleep by 9:00PM.


She got dressed while William still laid buck-naked on the damp carpet. She cleared her throat, which caused him to look up. He smiled, getting to his feet then walked over to her. He pulled her hands away from her blouse, saying not yet as he kissed and licked the flesh not covered by her blue satin bra. She told him they needed to go as she ran her hands up his strong back while he leaned her to the desk. Elizabeth pulled up her skirt, thinking he was going to take her there but he didn't. He picked her up and laid her back down on the floor, removing her panties again and inserting his cock deep inside her. She gasped. He whispered he would make it quick as he filled her. Elizabeth nodded, accepting and taking his hard thrusts until they both came again unable to control the shaking in her legs. William helped her to her and assisted in pulling down her skirt. They kissed, trying to fight the urge for round three.


Standing on opposite sides of the elevator, William and Elizabeth stared at each other with intensity equal to the call of the wild. Finally William spoke, telling her he wish she could spend the night just once with him so he would know what's like to wake up with her. Elizabeth tensed; William wanted something from her that she knew was impossible. Her only respond was a smile as they stepped off the elevator a fair distance apart. Elizabeth greeted the gray-haired security guard while she signed out, then heard him as someone could he help.


When the man with the British accent responded, Elizabeth's heart jumped in her throat. She looked over her shoulder and saw her husband approaching the desk. She made sure not to look over at William and smiled, asking him why was he there. He walked up to her and placed a kiss on her cheek, holding up a bag of Chinese take out. Right away Elizabeth knew something wasn't right about the way he greeted her. Rupert wasn't comfortable with public displays of affection and he never ever came to her job. She tried not to panic, wondering if he knew. He told her he thought she might be hungry since she wasn't home at the time she promised. He didn't appear to be angry but he did look curious while he stared at William then back at her. Sensing he probably wanted to be introduced, she told him they should be leaving. In haste, she grabbed him by the arm, walking toward the door and she never looked back at William.

A/N: Since some of you already guessed it, I knew this chapter for sure gave it away. Yes, Elizabeth is married to Rupert Giles but for how long. Keep reading and find out :)













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We both know we have to go home, where you are
To your husband what he needs
And thoughts ride you still with our noise
And its sounding in your ears
Shallow breaths, cries of rapture, and orgasmic release


On the cab ride home, Rupert asked Elizabeth why didn't she introduce him to her gentlemen friend standing next to her. Elizabeth was shocked by the question since she thought she had done a good job at pretending William wasn't even there. She denied she knew William while searching Rupert's eyes to see if he believed her but seeing the crease in his brow made it apparent he had some doubt. Just when things couldn't get any worse, Rupert told Elizabeth he saw the blonde man staring at her with infatuation. Nervous while at the same time trying to control her heart rate and the sweat from creeping to her brow, Elizabeth laughed telling him she didn't notice.


Rupert was quite for a while, and then turned to Elizabeth, wanting to know if the man worked in her building. She responded nonchalantly with a quick answer that it was possible and spoke no further but Rupert wouldn't let it go so easily telling Elizabeth how could she possibly not notice the gentleman since their shoulders were practically touching. Elizabeth remained calm, denying what Rupert said he THOUGHT he saw even pretending to be a little bit angry at what Rupert was suggesting. She raised her voice, telling him she had never seen the man before and wasn't interested in knowing if he worked in the building. Realizing he was upsetting Elizabeth, Rupert apologized for his Spanish Inquisition, placing a hand on her knee. Elizabeth smiled at him then turned to look out the window, closing her eyes in relief that Rupert's interest in William had passed.


When they arrived home, Elizabeth headed straight upstairs relieved Rupert didn't follow her. William's scent covered her body like a second skin and she needed to scrub it away before Rupert decided he wanted to be affectionate with her again. His unexpected visit, the kiss on the cheek, and his grilling had unhinged her to the point she thought she would pass out while she tried to stop her breathing from outracing her thumping heart. Rupert wasn't comfortable with PDA but for some reason he felt it was necessary at that particular moment. Was he finally becoming suspicious of all the late nights she had said she was working or was he feeling insecure in the presence of a handsome younger man. Assuming it had to be a little of both, Elizabeth knew it was time to end things with William.


She wanted to take a hot bath to sooth her sex sore muscles rather than her usual shower. While the water ran, Elizabeth stripped leaving on her bra, garters, stockings and underwear. Standing in front of her mirror, she was horrified by her appearance, realizing she didn't do a very good job of fixing herself up before leaving her office. Elizabeth noticed her hair was matted on one side and her mascara had run slightly to the corners of her eyes from the tears she shed during orgasm. Her lips were still a bit puffy from William's hard passionate kisses, and there were runs and holes in her stockings and bright red carpet burns on her knees, spine and lower back.


She removed her lingerie and tossed the ruined silky stockings into the bathroom wastebasket. She submerged her body into the soothing hot liquid up to her neck, feeling the sting on the irritated skin that was evidence from how she spent her last few hours. Elizabeth was hoping the bath would relax her but she was wrong. The turmoil in her brain had kept her body tense. Never had she imagined she would ever be in the presence of her lover and her husband at the same time. Thinking luck was on her side, she exhaled in relief she didn't get caught but was it luck or a warning to what was to come if she continued to see William.


Elizabeth attempted to call him several times getting as far as dialing his number but hanging up before the first ring. She was ready to end things with William but struggled with how she needed to do it. Should she just leave everything the way it was, letting silence speak for her or call him to end it swiftly over the phone. Silence seemed to be the best answer but she really wanted to see him one last time preferably in public place where she wouldn't be tempted to sleep with him. She was decided the coffee house was the perfect place. It was close to both their jobs and always crowded.


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While on his way home, William had the cab driver stop by the liquor store so he could pick up a bottle of whiskey and some fags even though he had quit smoking two years ago. He needed to smoke after witnessing time standing still the moment Elizabeth's husband showed up. Certain it was over between them, he used the time wisely to take one last look at Elizabeth and then at her husband before they hurried off. He tried not to stare too hard at the distinguished looking man, hiding his shock by the apparent age difference and his amusement that he was a fellow Brit. In the beginning of their relationship, William wasn't interested in knowing anything about Elizabeth's husband. But as his feelings for her grew, he found himself wanting to know more about the man lucky enough to possess such an intelligent and beautiful woman but resisted the urge to inquiry. Since the lucky bloke was a subject as taboo as their relationship.


When he placed the fag between his lips William smelled the scent of Elizabeth's sex on his fingers. He placed them closer to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and remembering how her pink tongue ran across her bottom lip when he slid them inside her. He pulled out a chair from his dining room table and sat down, removing his shoes and socks. Feeling the soft carpet under his feet only served as a reminder of how their bodies writhed on the carpet in Elizabeth's office. He removed his tie and stripped off his shirt, smelling the heavy scent of her perfume on his chest where her breasts were pressed against him. Her scent was on his face, his lips and his tongue, threatening to ruin his hopes of enjoying his smokes and whiskey.


He had taken a drag from his cigarette while he screwed the cap off the whiskey. He didn't want a glass, taking a long swig straight from the bottle and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. After savoring the taste of his poor choices to ease his thoughts, the desire to indulge in them again had passed. William stubbed out the fag and placed the cap back on the bottle, thinking a long hot was the better choice. He removed his pants, stepping into the hot spring while the intoxicating scent of his blonde lover washed down the drain. He sighed; hoping his thoughts of her would do the same as he pressed his hands on the tile wall, leaning forward while the hot water beat down on his head and neck. Finding it impossible to relax, William's body remained tense with thoughts of how his impatience and unquenched desire to be with Elizabeth had almost gotten them caught.


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It had only been a week since the encounter with Elizabeth's husband but it felt longer as William tried to beat back his desire to see her or talk to her. Each day that passed was a struggle but he was determined to do the right thing, which was nothing at all and go cold turkey. He drowned himself in work, spent more time working out at the gym and even gave his friends permission to set him up on blind dates, thinking he needed other female companionship to take his mind off Elizabeth. However, every time they called saying they had the 'perfect' girl for him, William always found an excuse not to go through with it.


Day eight he thought looking at the phone and picking it up. William was halfway through dialing Elizabeth's number but an emergency meeting called by his boss saved him. The minor distraction was just that, minor because the desire to call her returned the moment he came back to his office. William reached for the phone again then pulled back clenching and unclenching his left hand until it hurt and turned red.


God, he missed her and not just the passionate shagging. William missed Elizabeth's laugh, her pout, her debates, and her stubbornness. His endless thoughts of her made lust roar through every pore as he fought the urge to pick up the phone. No matter how badly he needed to taste her scented skin on his lips and hear the trace of innocence in her voice when she came, he was not going to call her. It was over and time to move on resigning himself to that fact.


When his phone rang, William was going to let his voice mail pick up but changed his mind thinking it was his boss. When he answered the telephone with his name William Hawthorn, there was silence. He answered again with hello but still there was no response then something clicked inside of him. He remained on the line and then he whispered Elizabeth's name.


Elizabeth missed William and not just the forbidden sweaty loving but also his poetry, his dry sense of humor, and his undivided attention. She summoned the courage to call him at work and when he answered, the sound of his voice caused an immediate surge of lust to trail down to her lower parts. She closed her eyes and her lips parted so her tongued could moisten them. She swallowed, trying to find the words to say something quickly before he hung up. When he whispered her name into the telephone, it had awakened yearnings and the power of speech.


She rushed to the coffee house after work and ordered two hot chocolates, making sure William's had plenty of little marshmallows floating on top. She scanned the area for a place to sit, spotting a booth in the far back. She removed her coat and nervously brushed her hands down her skirt then adjusted her blouse and blazer. She remembered the last time she was nervous like this, it was their first time together. Elizabeth smiled then quickly erased the thought from her mind. She was there to officially end things with William and being aroused would only make it difficult.


William wondered if his intense thoughts of Elizabeth created some cosmic energy resulting in her calling him. Whatever it was he was glad she did. When she finally spoke to him, the sound of her voice did arouse him causing him to grip the receiver tighter. She told him they needed to talk and William knew she was going to tell him it was over.


Her husband showing up unexpectedly was a reality check for both of them. Elizabeth was not his but when she was in his arms he could argue that as he looked through the glass window of the coffee house at her beautiful face. They were at the place where it all began and it seemed the appropriate place to end it there. As he approached the door, William realized he was standing in the very spot where they shared their first passionate kiss. Feeling aroused, William was having second thoughts about seeing her but the last thing he wanted to do was desert Elizabeth since they were friends as well as lovers. William took a deep breath and walked inside.


Elizabeth looked up from her hot chocolate and over to the door where she spotted William looking in her direction. She had sensed him and felt amused by it as she watched him make his way to the table. She couldn't help but smile, as he got closer, shifting in the booth until William sat down. They exchanged pleasantries while he removed his coat and Elizabeth felt her nipples harden when she got a whiff of his cologne and could care less if it was impolite to stare. William was a feast for the eyes.


Although he wanted to sit beside her, William sat across from Elizabeth pleased with the smile that greeted him when he arrived. He smiled back, asking if one of the hot chocolates was for him or was she just thirsty. Elizabeth laughed probably a little too hard but she was nervous. She told him one of them was for him, placing her hand on the cup at the same time William reached for it. There hands touched, his over hers and he rubbed gently. Neither of them removed their hands as they maintained contact, sliding down the side of the cup to the table. It was so natural and comforting Elizabeth was forgetting why she asked him there as they sat in silence, exchanging glances and smiles. Relishing in the tender moment, Elizabeth didn't know what she was waiting for. Was she changing her mind?


Deciding to spare her from telling him it was over, William told Elizabeth he knew why she asked him to meet her. She pulled her hand away, staring into his eyes still not speaking. He told her he knew it was over between them the moment her husband showed up and that he was sorry for messing things up between with his own unexpected visit. Elizabeth tried to speak but William told her to let him finish. He reached for her hand, covering it with his other hand and looked into her eyes. He told her he would miss her and that despite the circumstances of how they came to be, she had enriched his life.


Elizabeth felt like she had lead in her stomach. Damn, William had a way with words she thought. She dreaded telling him it was over and was glad he was making it easy for her. She didn't mean to pull her hand away so quickly but it didn't seem appropriate to hold it anymore although the burden of delivering the bad news had disappeared. William was being so sweet and understanding that Elizabeth was finding it hard to believe it was over. Maybe if she removed her hand from his and stopped looking into his eyes it would help make it more real. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Whoever coined the phrase surely had William in mind. Elizabeth could see his sincerity, his adoration, and his longing as the blue intensity started doing strange things to her thought processes and her body.


After William finished speaking, Elizabeth told him she was just as much to blame as him. It happened and luckily her husband didn't suspect anything. She told William she would miss him too and what they shared was very special to her. They both smiled, mutually releasing their hands to enjoy their hot chocolate. Elizabeth didn't have to leave right away since Rupert was working late so the ex-lovers sat and talked for a while.


William held the door open for Elizabeth and they walked a few feet from the coffee house. It was time for them to go their separate ways and William couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Elizabeth suggested they share a cab ride home, but he told her he didn't think it was a good idea. She agreed, remembering what happened between them the last time they shared a cab. William told her he was going to walk home but held a cab for her. Elizabeth had no idea where William lived, assuming it was close by since he was willing to walk.


When the cab pulled up to the curb, Elizabeth was the first to speak telling him the obvious. This was goodbye. There was an awkward moment because neither of them could decide if they should shake hands or hug. Thinking a handshake was silly, Elizabeth opened her arms to hug him and William quickly embraced her. They held each other for several seconds, parting slowly. They looked into each other eyes and William kissed her. Elizabeth didn't push him away, feeling the softness of his lips pressed gently and sweetly to hers. The kiss was quite chaste for them but she could still feel the heat from it seeping into her body after they parted still staring into each other eyes. This time Elizabeth kissed him, trying to mirror the same kiss but found it impossible since her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own.


William didn't expect to get a cab so quickly, feeling his heart sink when it stopped in front of them. When Elizabeth opened her arms to say goodbye, it had finally hit him. He realized he didn't want it to be over but felt it was too late to tell her. Elizabeth seemed sure and she didn't give him any sign she wanted to continue. When he hugged her, he felt his desire rise in full force so he kissed her and was happy she didn't push him away and even happier when he parted his lips to receive her warm wet tongue.


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William's place was dark but they found their way to his bedroom. He and Elizabeth kissed and groped down the short hallway, whispering one last time, one last time against each other's mouths. They stood beside his bed, removing each other's clothes until they were both completely naked. Elizabeth broke their embrace, climbing onto the bed with her back to him. William followed, placing his hands on her hips kissing and caressing her lower back and ass with his tongue before pulling her against his hardness. He settled them back on his heels, continuing to indulge in the warmth and smoothness of her skin. His strong hands traveled from her hips to the curve of her waist and across her heaving belly, settling on her breasts. Both hands squeezed and pushed the soft full flesh together while he let the palms of his hands stimulate her erect nipples. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, moving back and forth over his cock as it settled deeper into the crevice of her ass.


One of his hands abandoned her breasts, taking a sensual stroll down the center of her body to her pussy where it tugged on her soft brown curls. Elizabeth gasped louder from the tiny bit of pain that caused the pulse beating in her sex to intensify. She wanted more and William gave it. Stroking the lips of her quim until her clit left its hiding place. He teased the stiff flesh with his thumb moving up, around and down on it. He asked Elizabeth did she like it and she let a long drawn out yes that left her mouth gaped open followed by a throaty moan and a rush of wetness, flowing deep from within her.


The erotic sureness of William's touch had given her an instant and intense orgasm. She whispered out of desperation she wanted him inside her now. He told her to open her thighs wider and she complied slowly parting her thighs along with his. William's fingers pressed at her wet opening with a careful rotating motion before entering her pussy. Elizabeth arched her back, frantically reaching for the back of his head then his neck while her other hand tried to force his fingers to go deeper. She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking his fingers like they were his cock, letting out heated gasps and trying to speak at the same time. William could barely understand her but was able to determine her whispered words had something to do with him making her feel good. He smiled against her skin still working his fingers in and out of her, fondling both breasts expertly with one hand and continuing to worship her back with his lips and tongue.


Every part of Elizabeth's body was screaming the same message, caress me; caress me more. She could feel his need and desire on her skin through his kisses and hands. The same need and desire that made her push her monogamy to the side. She was going to miss his touch and the way he made her feel, voicing it to him clearly enough so he would know. William told her he knew, calling her pet while licking up the side of her neck before withdrawing his fingers wet with her juices. He placed them in his mouth, savoring her taste and catching a wild buzz.


William turned Elizabeth to face him, yanking her head back by her blonde hair to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Slowly they fell back onto the bed, settling into the missionary position. He pushed inside her causing Elizabeth to squirm and whimper with anticipation of his thrusts but William stilled, looking into her eyes. He told her he didn't want it to end and listened to her tell him it had to be this one last time while she spread wider and gripped his ass, pushing him further inside her.


Elizabeth hoped he believed her but how could he when she had trouble believing it herself especially with his hard cock swelling and pulsing inside her. She loved it when William cock teased her. The feeling was incredible, causing her heart to pump harder with desire and tempting her to admit to him she really didn't want it to be over as well. She couldn't help but move her hips and try to get him to work with her motion but William continued to tease.


Being buried in her comforting wetness, made it hard to fight the urge to thrust. William looked into Elizabeth's eyes and told her he could change her mind, giving her a long, deep soul-searching kiss while moving his hips really slow in circular motions. He could feel her quim clenching around him and her juices oiling his cock while his tongue tugged sweetly on hers before ending the kiss. He sighed her name, giving her a long lustful stare.


When his lips parted from hers, Elizabeth's mind shattered from the erotic thrills the kiss had created. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his blue ones, burning with sexual emotion. His want was unmistakable and so was hers as her body clenched in response from the heat and passion his mouth offered. That same heat and passion had swept from scalp to ankle, making her entire body feel like an erogenous zone. She broke the stare and smiled at him, pulling him to her for another kiss. The reunited lovers were weak for each other as their tongues met and stroked against the others. This kiss was much harder than before more intense, moving this way and that way.


Although it was January, they fucked liked it was a hot sweaty afternoon in August. They sighed and answered each other's moans like they were in agony, a hot pleasurable agony that made them want and not want release at the same time. William's bedroom was heavily perfumed with their mingled scents as their breathing became faster and faster. The insatiable lovers, bonded by their sweat, exhaled and inhaled in short quick gasps until they both came. William's orgasm left him weak and dazed while Elizabeth's orgasm produced tears, an uncontrollable shaking in her legs and a quivering bottom lip.


A/N: Sorry, it has taken me so long to update. Real life has been threatening my muse. It appears Elizabeth has gotten away with it or has she? I hope you continue to read to see what happens next. I'll try to update a lot sooner.

Nothing is so sweet, I think, as what is yours
Because you've taken it not once or twice but over and over
Until I can't see doing without
And you say here we are at it again
No matter that I keep saying
No, no! in my head
But hold me honey, again
With all of you as I say and don't mean
And all I mean to say but can't


William's body hungered and yearned for more as he lay on the damp crinkled sheets wishing Elizabeth were still with him. They had made love with a lusty intensity that topped every time they had shagged except for the first time. Nothing would ever top the first time William thought as he touched the space where his blonde lover had laid, coming across a huge wet spot created while they exchanged sexual rapture for sexual rapture. A wicked smile formed on his lips as thoughts of Elizabeth embracing him and kissing him rode his mind. His cock twitched and oozed with renewed excitement, surprising him. William thought he had pulsed everything he had inside of her hot quim, remembering how it sucked and squeezed him into orgasm. But he was wrong, very wrong wrapping his hand around the throbbing muscle and watching it climb to peak perfection in his firm grip. He moaned Elizabeth's name softly while stroking it.


The sweetness of her perfume still hovered in the room, scenting his skin and sheets. He inhaled deeply. Her fragrance entering his nostrils and infecting his body, drawing him out of his relaxed state to one tensed by a wild surge of lust. William's head fell back at the same time his mouth opened slowly while he stroked himself harder. Erotic images of Elizabeth turned over in his mind like pages in a book, hardening him beyond belief. Finally he settled on the most recent image. It was the image of her leaving his arms and his bed for the arms of her husband still looking every bit of a woman who had just been fucked.


William remembered watching Elizabeth get dressed. Her petite body still glistening with their sweat, looking at him with a tempting wildness only half tamed. But she had to leave so he restrained himself from taking her again. He remembered the various shades of pinks and reds that blotched her body from head to toe. She never looked more beautiful he thought as his hips rose slightly off the bed. He stroked himself harder, picturing his blonde lover flushed with passion, writhing underneath him. He moaned and hissed towards release thinking about Elizabeth's swollen quim swallowing him. Like flame to fire she was so hot and consuming that William wanted nothing more than to please her. Thrusting into every crevice and fold while staring into her smiling eyes opened wide, listening to her say his name and coming riddled with wild abandon. William brought his tongue to his dry lips no longer able to hold back the aching need to come. Taking short sharp breathes, spurts of milky semen pooled on his stomach in honor of Elizabeth.


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Elizabeth didn't bother putting on her coat when she exited William's building. His warmth still caressed her skin and the night's cool air was equivalent to a cold shower. One kiss, one sweet sensual kiss was all it took and she was back in her blonde lover's arms, having some of the most phenomenal sex of her life. Together, she and William were like the perfect picture captured in vivid color on the pages of the Karma Sutra coiled like two cobras, teasing each other with a look, a kiss and a caress.


Elizabeth settled into the backseat of the cab. She closed her eyes, recalling the erotic image of William's sweaty naked body lying on the crumpled bed as he watched her get dressed. Both of them having the same look of half-sedation on their faces and cursing time for being the ONLY reason they had to stop. There simply wasn't enough left to take another ride on that sexual highway of forbidden pleasure. Not even to bask in the afterglow. Another time she thought, admitting she no longer wanted to end things with William. She would miss the passionate and sensitive blonde too much since he was the one thing that made the boredom in her marriage tolerable.


Her body hungered and yearned for more, missing the fullness of William's cock inside her. Elizabeth continued to recall image after image of their sweaty heaving bodies tumbling to all four corners of the bed and the space in between. It was going to be a long cab ride home she thought doing everything in her power not to rub her pussy in the cab. She inhaled deeply the scent of fresh sweat and sex as the intoxicating aroma crept up through the opening of her blouse. It, along with her skirt and panties, clung to her skin like damp silk. She squirmed in her seat feeling all the wonderful little aches and twitches that served as a reminder of how their bodies fused together in instinctive pleasure.


The darkness in the cab throbbed with sexual heat, her heat. Elizabeth wanted so badly to stop the cab and return to William's arms. The need to have his lean muscled body pressing her into the mattress with the flesh of his hard thick cock, driving into her had no intentions going away. She had to do something about it. She opened her blazer, running her hands over her breasts before unbuttoning two of the clear buttons on her blouse. She placed her fingers into her mouth, wetting the tips and slipping them inside her bra to moisten her erect nipples. Thoughts of William's warm rough tongue teasing them only made the sensitive flesh ripened more between her thumb and index finger. Her head had fallen back in pleasure, enjoying the sensations that continued to disturb her peace of mind with wild sexual thoughts. Only to have her aroused state interrupted by the sound of the cab driver's husky voice, telling her for the second time, they had arrived at her destination.


Quickly, Elizabeth exited the cab on fire as her pussy throbbed against her panties. She didn't care if Rupert was home, dropping her coat and briefcase on the floor. She hurried up the stairs to satisfy herself after showing incredible restraint in the cab. But once she entered her bedroom, the clothes came off. Usually Elizabeth would look at herself in the mirror but she already knew what she looked like. She had a wet pussy, erect nipples and hungry eyes. They were the symptoms of what a woman looked like when she wanted to be fucked. With her knees bent and legs spread on the bed, two of Elizabeth's fingers caressed her hard point, tugging and pulling on the pulsing flesh while she tugged and pulled on the nipples.


Her body hummed with desire, remembering her blonde lover's large hands and warm sensual lips branding her flesh. Slowly Elizabeth worked her fingers from her clit to inside her wet pussy. She remembered the burning need in William's eyes, locking with hers while they enjoyed the oneness of their flesh. Each of his thrusts penetrated her so deeply her body felt like it was going through some kind of metamorphose like it belonged to someone else while she was lost in the sensations of pure ecstasy.


With each entry and retreat Elizabeth moaned and whimpered, lifting her hips off the bed to penetrate herself deeper while whispering William's name. Her orgasm was building as her pussy sucked on her fingers. She moved them in and out, faster and faster, touching her clit and tits. She sucked in her bottom lip, grazing her teeth across it and then pressed them into the tender flesh feeling twinge of pain that was quickly overshadowed by the sweet sensation of orgasm.


Elizabeth came hard and loud. So loud that Rupert knocked on the bathroom door to ask her if everything was okay. It had taken a while for her to answer. Her mind and body had refused to be disturbed by his concern while flourishing in the afterglow. Not wanting him to find her panting and gasping, she told Rupert she was okay and would be out in a minute. He asked her was she sure and Elizabeth answered him with a firm yes. She wrapped her extremely relaxed body in a towel then turned the toilet lid down to sit. Lucky for her Rupert was a firm believer in privacy and didn't enter the bathroom. After several minutes, he knocked on the door again, telling her he needed to converse with her in the study.

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Wiping her sweaty palms on her flannel pajama bottoms, Elizabeth walked down the hallway leading to Rupert's study. She felt like a misbehaved teenager scared to face her parents for punishment. She tried to shake the ridiculous thought. For God's sake Rupert was her husband and they had been married four years though sometimes it felt more like forty. When she sat down, Elizabeth was annoyed he didn't acknowledge her right away. She studied him while he read one of his precious old books, thinking maybe she should have listened to her mother when she told her not to marry an older man.


Her adoptive mother Jenny was against the union from the start, telling Elizabeth she needed to live more and that marrying an older man was only going to turn her into an old maid before her time. Her friends agreed with her mother but Elizabeth refused to listen. Their objections only made her want to marry him that much more. She was stubborn that way. Her father Hank was the only person who didn't object to the union but his opinion didn't matter. Elizabeth stopped caring about what he thought the day he walked out on her and her mother. She was eight years old.


When Rupert and Elizabeth got married, she was 23 and he was 42. The first two years of marriage was wonderful and then things started to change. It seemed the older Rupert got, the less fun he was. She adored him but in the last two years they seemed more like father and daughter than husband and wife. She couldn't remember the last time he attended a concert with her or she attended one of his lectures. Sure that if she asked him, he wouldn't remember either.


There wasn't a problem sexually except she wished he were more passionate in bed like he was about his work. Certainly, it was one of the things missing along with the frequency. They use to have sex three times a week and now it was more like once every two weeks. She was partially to blame for that. Being with William left her exhausted and fulfilled but Rupert wasn't much of an aggressor anyway so it worked out. She wondered if they had kids would he be working so much but she would never know since Rupert didn't want children and Elizabeth couldn't have them anyway.


When Rupert finally looked up from his book, he told Elizabeth he had to go to California for two weeks. Something about ancient artifacts discovered at a construction site and his expertise being needed. He wanted her to come with him, saying she needed a vacation since she had been working so hard the last couple of months and also it would be a perfect opportunity to visit with her parents.


Although a visit with her mother was long overdue, the truth was Elizabeth hated California. Visiting relatives was what the holidays were for she thought, preferring the realness of New Yorkers especially one New Yorker in particular. She told Rupert now wasn't the time to take off from work since it was coming close to the end of the quarter. She still had a lot of work to do and another deadline to meet. Rupert nodded his head in understanding and returned to his book. Elizabeth walked over to him and kneeled at his feet, asking him was he coming to bed soon. He looked up and cradled the side of her face, telling her he would join her soon. She smiled. It had been a very long time since he showed such tenderness towards her. Elizabeth kissed the palm of his hand and stood, saying goodnight. Walking towards the stairs, she had a moment of clarity. She loved Rupert but she wasn't in love with him.


A/N: This story will be ending soon. I hope everyone is still enjoying it. Feedback is appreciated. I'm dieing to know what you think about these revelations. I wasn't going to get too much into Rupert and Elizabeth's relationship since the story was to focus more about the affair but foolish of me to think I didn't have to. Sometimes these stories just write themselves..lol :)

Elizabeth stood in front of the full-length mirror admiring the very sexy and very lacey black creation adorning her body. She loved how the bra cradled her perky breasts and the feminine touch of the small satin bow in the center with a glittering rhinestone in the middle. She traced her finger over it, then over the exposed tops of her breasts continuing upward along the small spaghetti straps so she could readjust the fit. The matching g-string was equally as lacey and barely covered her waxed mound but the tiny panty felt good against her baby smooth skin. The sales lady told her the sexy creation was a hot seller so Elizabeth bought it along with several other sexy pieces that made her blush because each item was purchased with William in mind. She bought a midnight blue corset with the matching panty, a black halter sheer chemise embroidered in blood red lace at the top and a hot pink satin bra, thong and garter slip with black mesh overlay. Everything fit perfectly and made Elizabeth feel sexy and very sexual.

She was taking her time getting ready; making sure her makeup was flawless and her hair was perfect. William loved her hair and sniffed it every chance he got. When she met him, her blonde locks stopped at her shoulders until he suggested she grow it longer. Now it flowed over her shoulders, giving her a more youthful appearance. She shook it wildly to loosen some of the locks and to also give it that sexy just-got-out-of-bed look. She smiled feeling a tingle of excitement run through her. She couldn't wait to see him, lieing to Rupert that she was going out with the girls again and relieved he didn't object. He just smiled and nodded his head before retreating to the sanctuary of his study to research and prepare for his trip.

Elizabeth remembered how she already had him packed and out the door right after he told her he was going to California. She couldn't wait for him to leave, knowing his absence was the perfect opportunity for her to finally spend the night in her blonde lover's arms. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around herself, guiding her hands up and down them and swaying from side to side as if she was listening to music that only she could hear. William disturbed her peace of mind, making Elizabeth think wild sexual thoughts. She uncrossed her arms then touched the sides of her face, running her hands slowly down her neck as her head fell backwards. She touched her breasts and then her stomach still swaying her hips in a sexual dance. She imagined William was watching her. His intense blue eyes surveying her body while his strong hands removed her delicate black lace teasers from her quivering form and then taking her fast, so fast that his thrusts would be too quick to count and so pleasurable she would never want him to stop.

Feeling the wet damage soak into the seat of her panties, Elizabeth put her hand inside them, letting her fingers massage her smooth wet lips. There wasn't enough time to masturbate, having spent most of it looking at herself and thinking about William. She refocused on getting ready, removing her hand before she placed her fingers all the way inside herself. When she opened her eyes, she was startled to see Rupert standing behind her. She didn't know how long he had been there but judging by the lusty look on his face, it had been a while. He stepped closer and Elizabeth could feel his erection poking her in the ass. He placed both his hands on her hips then moved them up the curve of her waist until his hands were full with her tits. His touch had felt good, forcing Elizabeth to close her eyes. It had been a long time since they made love. He was always busy with work and she, well was busy with other things.

Rupert kissed her neck and shoulders while his hands continued to travel her body. He whispered into her ear how much he liked what she was wearing, wanting to know if it was new. Unable to speak, she nodded. Caught up in the pleasure she was feeling from the strength in his hands as they reminded her of someone. Careful not to indulge in her thoughts of William and since it was obvious Rupert wanted her; Elizabeth refocused her attention on him. The last thing she wanted to do was call out her blonde lover's name in the middle of making love to her husband. She turned to him, removing his hard rimmed glasses and tossing them into a chair. She placed his hands back over her breasts then tilted her head to the side to capture his lips in a sweet gentle kiss.

For a brief moment, kissing him felt awkward since she couldn't remember the last time her tongue touched his but Elizabeth tried not to focus on the awkwardness. Bitch slapping her thoughts about William in order to warm up to the man she married, knowing if she didn't, there was no way she could make love to him and enjoy it. Rupert guided them to the bed still kissing and caressing her, stopping briefly to tell her she needed to call her friends and take a rain check. Elizabeth smiled, telling him she was sure they would understand if she was a no show. He smiled back at her and the couple resumed their kissing as they lay on their bed to make love. As soon as it was over, Elizabeth's thoughts of William returned with unexpected guilt.

Elizabeth waited until Rupert was asleep before creeping downstairs and into the kitchen to call him. William sounded out of breath when he answered the phone but she didn't bother to ask him why. The call needed to be brief. Without going into detail, she told him she had trouble getting away. She apologized and promised she would see him as soon as she could. The disappointment she heard in his voice made her chest tighten prompting her to apologize again and adding she would make it up to him. Sensing he wanted to talk more, Elizabeth had no choice but to interrupt him. She had to go without mentioning it had anything to do with her husband. She would leave William to figure that out on his own since it was obvious she was still at home and whispering over the phone.

After Elizabeth said goodbye, the lights came on in the kitchen. She jumped, looking like a deer caught in the headlights. Rupert was standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his hand still on the light switch and a suspicious look on his face. Immediately, he asked her who was she talking to and Elizabeth told him no one. Adding she was leaving herself a message on her voice mail to take care of some important business when she returned to the office on Monday. Although her heart was in her throat, Elizabeth continued to talk while at the same time secretly channeling the spirit of Katherine Hepburn to help her ACT like what she had done was somehow normal. She placed the phone back on its base and walked over to Rupert. She kissed him, placing her hand inside his robe and nestling it in the graying hairs on his chest. It was effort to entice him back to bed as well as take his mind off of what just happened. In her sexy voice, she told him she wasn't in the mood for sleeping anymore.

Rupert had given Elizabeth a weak smile, grabbing her hand to kiss it. He told her he wanted to get a drink of water first and that he would be right up. She told him no to be long then kissed his shoulder. He waited until she was out of sight before picking up the phone but lost the courage to do what he wanted with it. Instead of getting a glass of water, he decided on a glass of Scotch drinking it quickly before picking up the phone again. He pushed the redial button, hanging up after it had rung six times. Rupert was expecting to hear Elizabeth's voice mail. When he didn't, he hung up and poured himself another glass of Scotch while getting lost his thoughts.

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William looked at his watch. Elizabeth was late. She was suppose to be at his place thirty minutes ago. Maybe she was stuck in traffic he thought. It was a Saturday night. He decided not to worry, thinking she would be arriving soon. After an hour had passed, William thought it was wise to place the wine back into the refrigerator to get cold again. Convinced for she was in traffic, he resisted the urge to call her cell phone. He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV, hoping Dawson's Creek was still on.

When the phone rang, he lunged for it clumsily knocking it off the table. He leaned down to pick it up only to stumble and kick it further away from him. He shouted bloody hell unable to understand why he was acting so nervous. He had finally gotten a hold of it, saying Elizabeth's name into the receiver. His comical moment had him out of breathe as he struggled with saying her name several times, waiting for a response. Little did he know she had responded to him twice but he was having trouble hearing her because of the whispering but when she told him she had trouble getting away, those words transmitted loud and clear. Their conversation was brief since Elizabeth did most of the talking. Disappointed he wasn't going to be with her, William refused to be angry about it. He was too grateful she decided to keep him in her life, making him keep his temper in check. There was no doubt in his mind she had trouble getting away because of her prehistoric husband, accepting it came with the territory with being involved with a married woman.

Soon after he hung the phone, it rang again. He thought it was Elizabeth, prompting him to say her name. Unfortunately, it was one of his friends asking him to join him and a few others for drinks at the poetry bar he frequented. Not wanting to be alone, William decided to go. He cut off the TV, blew out the candles and grabbed his jacket. He was almost out the door when he heard his phone ring again. This time he didn't bother picking it up and closed the door.

William had trouble locating his friends inside the crowded bar until one of them waved him over to their location. He acknowledged them with a gesture of his head and then ordered a beer from the bar. When he joined his friends at their table, he knew everyone except the pretty brunette staring at him. He leaned over to his buddy, asking him who she was. His friend smiled, telling him it was the girl he had been trying to set him up with for the last month. William wanted to smack himself from not accepting the blind date but he had other things or rather someone on his mind.

The pretty brunette was definitely his type. He introduced himself, offering his hand to her and telling her his name. She told him her name was Cecily. And like the charmer he was, William told her it was a very pretty name for a very pretty girl. There was a spark of chemistry between the two strangers. Of course it was nothing like what he felt for Elizabeth but it was nice that the feeling had made the disappointment he felt from not being with his blonde lover melt away. He had taken a seat beside her and they closed the bar down. William was glad he met Cecily and that she was single, making plans to have dinner with her the following night.

A/N: I'm sure the Rupert and Elizabeth interaction turned some of you off that is why I didn't get very detailed with these two. Even I could barely stand it...lol. Also, I had only planned for two more chapters but it doesn't seem to be working out that way. I hope you're still enjoying the story. I can't wait to read what you think so leave a review.

Tamed by knowledge
Wild bodies rise abruptly in tender pain
Coaxing ecstasy from wanting hips
Branding kisses on searing lips

Elizabeth called William as soon as she entered her office. She was disappointed he didn't answer, leaving a message for him to call her. She tried to make several unsuccessful attempts to call him on Sunday but Rupert dominated her entire day, suggesting they have Sunday brunch and do some shopping afterwards. Since the incident in the kitchen, there was no way Elizabeth was going to say no to anything he wanted to do. It was careless of her to take such a risk in calling William but she couldn't just leave him hanging. Hopefully he will call her and she could tell him the good news about Rupert going out of town. She was sure the news would make what happened on Saturday a distant memory.

Half the day was gone and Elizabeth still hadn't heard from William then her phone rang. She answered it quickly but it was only Rupert telling her he decided to take a few days off to spend with her before he left for his trip on Friday. She pretended to be happy about it, knowing his bad idea would make it difficult for her to see her blonde lover with Rupert waiting for her to come home. And just as she thought he asked her if she was working late. Since she hadn't heard from William, she told him no and that she would be coming home right after work.

After hanging up with Rupert, she tried calling William again and got his voice mail. Elizabeth was getting irritated. There was never a time she couldn't get a hold of him. She left another message then slammed the phone down, breaking a nail. She wondered why he wasn't answering his phone or returning her calls. She even left a message on his cell phone then it dawned on her he probably took the day off so she called his home but got no answer. Elizabeth must have let it ring a hundred times before she hung up, staring off into to space while wondering what the hell was going on.

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Still disappointed about Saturday, William wasn't in the mood to talk to Elizabeth. She had left two messages on his voice mail and one message on his cell phone. He knew he was being a stupid git by avoiding her calls even though the her messages said she had something to tell him and judging by her tone it sounded like it was good news. Maybe she was divorcing her husband he thought, knowing it was wishful thinking. He began to rethink his decision to continue their relationship. It was hard not being able to see her whenever he wanted.

Out of all the women in New York, why did he have to fall for one that was married, a happily married woman supposedly but William refused to go down that road. For once he wanted his blonde lover to wake up in his arms and not have to rush off after they made love. He wanted to be able to call her when he wanted without worrying if her husband was around. He wanted, hell he wanted her. He wanted Elizabeth to leave her husband to be with him. Eventually he would have to tell her how he REALLY felt, knowing he could possibly risk losing her forever but for now having a little bit of her was better than nothing at all.

He tried to refocus on his work but continued to get lost in his thoughts. When his phone rang, he jumped part of him hoping it was Elizabeth. Instead it was Cecily. Nonetheless, William was happy to hear from her. Their date on Sunday had gone well. She looked great in the black dress she wore and smelled good. There were never any awkward moments of silence between them. Their conversations flowed quite well. They even had some things in common. It turned out; she lived in London for several years and had relatives there that knew his parents. They shared an interest in poetry and they were in the same line of work. Yet, there was something not quite right and William didn't commit to another date with her.

At the poetry bar where they met, he did find her attractive and felt a bit of chemistry but she was more like a friend to him then someone he wanted to be in an emotional and intimate relationship with. He still wanted to see her, knowing that kind of chemistry doesn't always happen instantly like it did with him and Elizabeth. Besides, it wouldn't be fair to compare what was budding between them with his relationship with his blonde MARRIED lover.

Cecily made it quite clear she wanted to see him again so William invited her to his place on Friday night, offering to cook for her. They settled on a time and she offered to bring the wine. They talked a few more minutes and then said their goodbyes. After he hung up, William couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was cheating on Elizabeth.

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Elizabeth wanted nothing more but to tell the cab driver she had changed her mind about her destination. She wanted to see William. Strongly considering going by his place unannounced. It really bothered her not hearing from him today. She had given up on trying to reach him, thinking he was too busy with work to return her calls unable to think of any other reason why she didn't hear from him. Surely, he wasn't mad at her for what happened on Saturday. Though it was her fault. Elizabeth knew if she hadn't spent so much time getting ready, Rupert wouldn't have gotten lucky and she would have gotten an orgasm. It wasn't that she had a problem with her husband's performance. They just had different appetites. She wanted more while he wanted to sleep.

The next day was the same routine. Elizabeth had called William as soon as she got in the office. When he answered, she exhaled. Of course she asked him why didn't she hear from him on Monday and was shocked when he told her he didn't want to talk to her. His admission resulted in an awkward silence. Finally, she asked him why and he told her because he knew she was probably fucking her husband and he didn't like it. Elizabeth was surprised he would say such a thing, since it was a given she wasn't going to stop sleeping with her husband just because she was sleeping with him. When she told him that, he raised his voice telling her he wasn't a bloody idiot, making a sarcastic comment about it being part of the whole marriage contract thing. Elizabeth raised her voice too; telling William not to shout at her and that she didn't want to talk about it anymore. He agreed and before she could say anything else, he told her he had to go and hung up the phone.

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Elizabeth had taken the morning off to have breakfast with Rupert and to see him off at the airport. When she returned to the office and saw the work piled on her desk, she wished she had taken the entire day off. She hadn't been quite herself since her conversation with William, feeling a little depressed. She missed him and wanted to see him badly. She decided to give him some time to cool off before she tried to talk to him again but wanted to do it in person rather then over the telephone. Two days was enough time she thought, picking up the phone to call him. She got his voice mail and left a message, telling him she wanted to come over to his place so they could talk. She added that she missed him and to call her as soon as he got her message.

When William returned to his office after his meeting, he noticed the red light blinking on his telephone. He listened to his voice mail, smiling that it was Elizabeth. Immediately, he thought about how he acted the last time they had spoken. He was such an asshole and wanted to call her right back so he so he could apologize. He missed her too and she was right, they needed to talk but not at his place or even today for that matter. Cecily was coming over. He had planned to leave work early to shop for food, change his clothes and straighten up his apartment.

Elizabeth was so engrossed in her work she didn't realize she had worked passed her normal stopping time. She also noticed William hadn't returned her call. She picked up the phone to see if it was working. It was a desperate act. He was still avoiding her she thought but Elizabeth was determined to talk to him. She called his home to make sure he was there then hung up when he answered. She was going to his apartment unannounced and demand he talk to her since she was unable to handle another day without talking to him.

William rejoined Cecily on the couch disturbed by the phone call that interrupted their conversation. He told her he didn't understand why someone would call a person's house and just hang up. She suggested he get a caller ID, giving him a list of reasons why it was great to have one. At that moment, William realized she really did talk a lot and that her voice was sometimes annoying. He tried to shake the unpleasant thought along with the thought he still wasn't sexually attracted to her. Convinced he was finding things wrong with her because he was crazy for Elizabeth, he inched closer to her, pouring more wine into her glass. He suggested they make a toast. She held up her glass and suggested they toast to new beginnings and that's when he realized he had no business being with her. She REALLY liked him and he liked her too but not in that way. He realized he made a mistake inviting her to his place. She wasn't the one for him. He wanted Elizabeth.

Before William could take a sip of his wine, there was a knock at his door. He cursed under his breath, wondering who the hell it could be. He got his answer when he opened the door and saw Elizabeth with a not too pleasant look on her face. He asked her why was she there and she told him she made that clear on his voice mail. William closed himself in the door, telling Elizabeth now wasn't a good time to talk. Elizabeth didn't want to hear that and barged her way into his apartment, coming face to face with an attractive brunette. He introduced her to the other woman but she couldn't hear anything except the panicked pounding of her heart. She picked her mouth off the floor and turned to him, telling him now she knew why he was avoiding her. Tears filled her eyes as she tried to make a hasty retreat. William told her it's not what she thinks, stopping her before she was out the door.

Feeling very uncomfortable, Cecily grabbed her coat and purse telling William she should leave. In a bitchy tone, Elizabeth told her it was a good idea. He looked at her. William was glad she was jealous at least he knew she still cared about him even though she was being rude to his guest. He walked Cecily out the door, apologizing to her. The pretty brunette snapped at him, telling him he should have told her he had a girlfriend. William was about to tell her Elizabeth wasn't his girlfriend but didn't, realizing she was right. She told him to lose her number, rolling her eyes at him like he was beneath her. William couldn't say he wasn't surprised by the look since Cecily did come across as a bit of a snob.

Elizabeth didn't bother removing her coat still standing in the same spot. Her heart rate had slowed down and her eyes had dried up. Seeing another woman in William's apartment hurt her and made her angry with him. She wanted to give him shit about it even though she had no right. But the hell with right, Elizabeth wanted to know what was going on.

When William returned, Elizabeth asked him how long had he been seeing the other woman. He didn't like her tone so he told her it was none of her business who he was seeing. His answer made her angrier resulting in her calling him a bastard. He in turn called her a bitch causing her mouth to drop open in shock. Elizabeth hated being called a bitch but what woman did. She shouted why didn't he just break it off with her if he was going to be seeing someone else. He threw the same question back at her, telling her why didn't she do the same with her husband instead of cheating on the pounce.

William's words made Elizabeth feel like shit and pissed her off even more. She called him a son of a bitch, telling him how dare he judge her and that her marital status didn't seem to bother him when he was fucking her. She continued, telling him she already knew she was going to hell for what she has been doing with him but he was certainly going with her. William told her he was already in hell, grabbing the bottle of wine off the table and taking gulps until he emptied the bottle. He wiped his mouth then threw the bottle against the wall, smashing it to pieces. Elizabeth jumped and remained silent while witnessing the depth of his feelings for her. He was so angry and nothing like the sweet and sensitive man she knew. William looked at her, telling her everyday he wasn't with her he was in hell but when he was with her it the closest thing to heaven.

Elizabeth had felt her heart skip a beat. She stepped closer to him, feeling her anger melt away. She touched his arm but he pulled it away from her, walking into the kitchen. He pulled out another bottle of wine, opening it quickly and taking swig. He banged his head against the refrigerator then asked Elizabeth did she fuck her husband since she didn't make it quite clear when he suspected it during their conversation a few days ago. She shouted to him to stop it. Ignoring her, William asked her again and she shouted yes twice telling him she did fuck him then asked him was he satisfied with her answer. The angry platinum blonde placed the bottle of wine on the kitchen counter and with lightening speed, grabbed Elizabeth by the forearms shoving her against the refrigerator.

Elizabeth's eyes had widened with shock from his forcefulness. She stared into his eyes. The beautiful blue she loved so much had faded, turning dark. William gave her a menacing look then asked her does her husband make her come as hard as he do. Elizabeth wanted to spit in his face, struggling to make him loosen his grip on her arms. She was able to get her right arm free and slapped him hard across the face. He snatched her up again, pulling her closer to him. She struggled telling William to let her go then shouted it was over between them. He shouted back, telling her she wasn't going anywhere and nothing is over until he says its over. He leaned in to kiss her but she turned away. He tried again, getting a small taste of her bottom lip before she pulled away again. Then he grabbed her by the back of the head, forcing her to him. No matter how hard Elizabeth tried to resist, William was too strong. Their mouths met and he tried to force his tongue into her mouth while his hard muscular body pressed into hers.

Elizabeth didn't want to get aroused but something opened up inside her, wanting him near. Maybe it was the feel of his hot mouth against hers or the hardness of his cock she could feel through her coat. It didn't matter because both of the feelings were signaling her brain to tell her to give in. Determined not to let him win, she opened her mouth to protest his actions only to be silenced by the wet thrust of his tongue that promised explicit sex. She vigorously kissed him back, grabbing at his waist, his shoulders and finally his face. She scratched him on the cheek, not on purpose but the sting did cause William to pull away. He stared into her eyes and could tell he was getting to her because the green beauties had caught fire. He touched the side of his face turning his eyes away from hers to look at the blood on his fingers. He licked it off then offered her his tongue. She sucked off the red DNA and then swallowed the hot flesh with her lips. This exchange lasted for several seconds then resulted in them licking each other's tongues before their mouths fused back together.

Lust was filtering into Elizabeth's bloodstream, sending a thrill through her senses. She was flame hot and willing, tugging on the buttons of her coat to get it off. William helped her while still keeping his mouth pressed to hers. He roughly pulled the coat off her shoulders, breaking their deep tongue kiss. With quick ease, she pulled her arms out of the sleeves and placed her hands on his hips pulling him closer. William tossed her coat onto the kitchen floor then ran his fingers through her hair to cradle the back of her head in his heated palms. He refastened his lips to hers and their hyperactive tongues danced like open flames inside each other's mouths.

He stopped kissing her long enough to pull off her cashmere sweater then returned his lips back to hers. Her hands retreated from his ass and up the back of his shirt. She pressed her fingertips into the hard lines of his back and up and down the ridges of his spine. She wanted to feel his muscled chest pressed against her naked breasts, telling him to remove her shirt. William smiled against her mouth, telling her only if she removed his. Elizabeth smiled back. The task wasn't a problem since she was already ahead of him by two buttons.

In a manner of seconds William had her shirt unbutton and her skirt at her ankles. He pushed the shirt off her shoulders, licking the rounded joint before taking the curved path that lead up the side of her neck until he reached the outer shell of her ear. He whispered he wanted to be covered in her juice and sweat. Her response was a low whimpering sound that got louder after the tip of his tongue dipped inside her ear. He whispered he was going to bury every hot inch of himself inside her and fuck her hard. The hunger in his voice was turning Elizabeth into a whimpering mess. His simple words were provocative, making her wetter with want. She pushed his shirt off and buried her face into his chest to lick and bite his nipples, loving how his muscles flexed and settled against her mouth and how he purred in approval.

William hissed from the pleasurable shock of her hot mouth on him. He leaned into her, dropping his head to kiss the top of her blonde mane while she continued to plant moist kisses on his heaving chest. The feel of her soft lips on him was turning his blood to fire, making him burn with need. His hands caressed her back, her hips and ass drawing her closer to him. He lifted her chemise, placing both his hands inside her underwear to squeeze her soft bottom. One hand moved to the front of her and her clit stiffened under his touch. He rubbed her quim then pushed his fingers into the fragrant ooze of her. He whispered in her ear he was going to taste everything before removing his fingers and placing them inside his mouth. He gave her a smile so provocative all Elizabeth could feel was warmth and weakness for him.

Elizabeth tried to kiss him but he wouldn't let her. He stepped back and gazed into her eyes. His pants, socks and shoes joined her coat and their shirts on the kitchen floor. He was completely naked while she was still wearing her silk blue chemise, panties, thigh highs and high heels. Her gaze slid from his face then across his broad shoulders, drifting down to his chest and stopping at his cock. William was godlike in his beauty and it caused the throbbing between her legs to accelerate. She tried to touch him but he wouldn't let her, telling her not to touch just appreciate.

She smiled at him then stepped out of her heels, rolling her thigh highs down slowly one by one. She held them out in front of her then released them. He managed to catch one in his hand and brought it to his nose. Her girly perfumed scent filled his nostrils and filled his mind with a series of erotic images he wanted to act out. He fulfilled one of the images, taking the nylon stocking to stroke his cock with it. The wicked sight made Elizabeth blush with excitement. She bit and sucked in her bottom lip then returned her eyes back to his. She placed her thumbs under the thin straps of her chemise and at the same time lifted them up and off her shoulders. The silky fabric fell slowly down revealing her small full breasts. On instinct, William reached to touch the soft rounded flesh with the hardened center but she wouldn't let him, telling him not to touch just appreciate. He looked into her eyes seeing a mix of intelligence and naughtiness. His Elizabeth was just as much of a tease as he was. He watched her remove her chemise and panties down her womanly curves, adding them to the pile that had accumulated on the kitchen floor.

William fell to his knees in worship coming face to face with her hairless quim. He licked all over it before pushing back the pink seam to deep tongue her opening. Elizabeth had shouted something incoherent and that's when her warm sweetness flowed over his tongue. Sensing she was no longer able to stand, he backed off and held her as they slowly descended to the floor. His mouth returned to the scene of the orgasm so his tongue could enter her again and again before retreating so his lips and teeth could nipple. When she came once more, her hands tightened in his hair. He lifted his head and asked her was she ready for him to be hard inside her for hours. Elizabeth groaned out a yes and it was all he needed to her. He kissed her swollen clit goodbye along with many more up her body and then stopped at her breast to thrust a nipple into his mouth.

Obscenely lubricated and extremely aroused, Elizabeth was way beyond any more foreplay. She wanted William's large cock and she wanted it now, reaching between their bodies to position it at her opening. He told her not yet but she didn't want to her that, gripping the back of his head to lick the sensual curves of his lips. She whispered for him to open his mouth and give her his tongue. Following her order, William eased his tongue slowly out of his mouth. Elizabeth could smell her sex on it, grabbing a hold of the wet flesh with her teeth and then sucking it deep into her mouth. She kissed him aggressively while her hand grabbed for his cock again. She wasn't going to wait for William to enter her. Instead she thrusted upward, knowing her little attempt was going to get her what she wanted.

William was unable to hold out any longer. The head of his cock was engulfed in her hot do-it juice causing him to push all the way inside her. They both cried out from the soul stirring intensity caused by the joining of their sexes. Keeping his promise, William moved inside her almost violently, trying to satisfy his raging and untamed desire for her. Soon their mouths joined too, sealing their mutual need while the slippery motion of their bodies made permanent wrinkles in their clothing.

Elizabeth was overwhelmed by the power of William's thrusts but she welcomed every one of them as she held onto him like clinging vine. He was fucking her like a sex superhero, knowing where to touch and where to satisfy. He made her come so hard that she confessed he was the only man who could, making her forget all about poor Rupert. He told her to say it again, holding her by her hips while sinking more into her depths. She said it again, grabbing his ass with one hand while using the finger of her other hand to tease his anal opening. The force of William's orgasm had engulfed him in so much pleasure, his eyes closed tighter and his mouth opened wider like he was in pain. He pulsed his clouded semen into her quim, panting heavily and wearing a grin of satisfied male on his face. He told Elizabeth he loved and then lowered his head into the curve of her neck and shoulder.

While experiencing the true meaning of bliss, Elizabeth was too far-gone to respond. The sexual after shocks had robbed her of speech and so did his love confession. She didn't want to believe he meant it since it was in the heat of the moment so she pretended she didn't hear it. Certainly she had strong feelings for William but she wouldn't call it love unless love was about bodies connecting, scared to admit that maybe her heart and soul had something to do with it to.

As his rapture began to dissolve away, William's mind did an instant replay. He realized he to told Elizabeth he loved her, knowing she wasn't ready for that not to mention he wasn't ready to tell her but his subconscious had other ideas. He thought it was best to pretend he didn't say it, easing off of her to lie at her side. He grabbed her hand and kissed it, telling her he wish she could stay. Elizabeth giggled causing him to ask her what was so funny. She turned to him, propping herself on one elbow. She told him if he would have just called her back she would have told him Rupert was gone out of town and that she was his for the next two weeks. William smiled, pulling her on top of him. He was hard again. He told Elizabeth to pinch him to make sure he wasn't dreaming. She told him she could do a lot better than that and reached for his erection, placing it inside her. This time they had taken it slow, coming at the same time.

The scent of sex and satisfaction had taken over the smell of baked chicken breasts, roasted potatoes, and baby carrots William had prepared for him and Cecily. He kissed the side of Elizabeth's face then asked her was she hungry. She lifted her head and grinned at him, prompting William to clarify he meant food. They both laughed and nuzzled each other, happy that for once time wasn't a factor.

Taking part in a love affair
Two parties in a room
Cheating hearts begin to thump
Wrapping lies in indignant lusts
Scarlet lovers greet the gallant dawn


William opened his eyes, looking down on the top of his blonde lover's head. She was lying on his chest with her arm draped over him while his arm was wrapped around her shoulder. He had no idea what time it was and nor did he care. What mattered was Elizabeth was with him. Time was of no importance. He smiled and kissed the top of her head while he wiggled his feet like an excited child. With no intentions of letting her go, he tightened his hold on her. It wasn't like she had to leave he thought as the smile on his face widened. His wish had been granted.


Elizabeth's had taken a deep breath then let it out. She was warm, comfortable and well rested. She opened her eyes and smiled, feeling protected in William's strong embrace. She couldn't snuggle like this with Rupert. She was never comfortable lying on him. The graying hairs on his chest irritated her nose and his snoring kept her up most nights. They were an awkward fit often sleeping and waking with their backs to each other. William's chest was smooth and he was quite when he slept, so quite she barely could tell if he was breathing. She shifted in his embrace, lifting her head to say good morning.


William responded but not with words. He kissed her and although Elizabeth would have preferred to brush her teeth first, she relaxed and accepted his tongue into her mouth. Her hand massaged his chest, moving upward to the side of his face. His hand rubbed up and down the length of her arm as he twisted his body until he was on his side. He lowered Elizabeth's head to the pillow, deepening their kiss. His hand cradled the side of her face then wondered down the length of her neck. It was a true mating of the mouths as their tongues met and stroked against the other's.


Leaving the sanctuary of her warm mouth, William lowered his head to steal a nipple kiss then used his tongue to taste her areola and caress the soft underside of her breast. Elizabeth said his name in a gruff whisper as his hand moved to caress the curve of her waist to the soft flesh of her belly while his mouth continued its devotion to her breast. The hot palm of his hand found her hip then journeyed onward to knead in the softness of her bottom and thighs.


Following the same route as his hand, William's mouth planted moist kisses on her skin down to her pretty feet. He sucked her toes one by one, swirling in his tongue in between each of them. Last night in the kitchen he told her he was going to taste everything and he meant it. Unfortunately exhaustion had forced them to sleep. William picked up where he left off. His mouth set voyage to her other leg, giving it equal treatment before he parted Elizabeth wider to massage the insides of her thighs. He avoided her quim on purpose while he licked and kissed in between them but made sure his hot breath kept it stimulated before he addressed the damp softness.


Elizabeth couldn't get enough of William's skilled hands gliding knowingly over her body. Her instincts told her to bend her legs, which allowed him to travel to the backs of her knees up to her ankles. He massaged her feet, pressing his thumb into the arch. With circular motions, he found all the pressure points, making her whimper in pleasure. She pushed the pillows out of her way as she reached for the wrought iron headboard. She grabbed it to anchor herself for flesh of his tongue to enrapture her. The mere thought of William going down on her after all the consuming sex they had last night enthralled her. He had no boundaries.


William loved eating Elizabeth's pussy as he licked up her slit then smothered the wet smooth surface with kisses. He tongued her juicy pink inner sanctum and stuck one then two fingers inside her. She moaned and he loved it. His scalped tingled from her hands twisting in his hair. Her tugs on his messy blonde locks let him know he was hitting the right spot. When he removed his fingers to her dismay, he used the tip of his rough tongue to invade her pussy lips until he reached her clit. He smothered it with kisses before he latched on.


If Elizabeth could wrap her legs around William's head she would but her thighs were trembling out of control. He was kissing her pussy like he was kissing her mouth. She was juice logged and her stomach felt tight and jumpy. She was about to come from the welcomed trespass into her sex. She was loosing her grip on the headboard finally abandoning it for the softness of his mussed blonde hair. Elizabeth was at the mercy of his lips, tongue and fingers giving rise by degrees in her lust for him. The hot throbbing beats in her pussy not only signified how her body hungered for him but also her soul as she came, making faint muffled sounds.


After swallowing the taste of her orgasm, William looked up to see his blonde lover's face. No poet could describe the beauty of Elizabeth when she was coming. He tried. He loved the way the cute crinkle formed in her brow and the way her kiss-swollen lips parted, shinning with salvia. Although her eyelids shut out the beauty of her green eyes, his memory maintained the vision of that beauty the first time he laid eyes on her on that special day. His eyes wondered from her face to her neck. William could see the pulse beating against the skin of the stretched flesh from the tilting of her head.


From head to toe she was flushed like a rose and her nipples were peaked, including the small fleshy bumps circling her darken areola. He watched her chest rise and fall as she tried to gain normalcy in her breathing. He waited for her to open her eyes. He wanted to see the desire in them and as if he had whispered the thought in her ear, she opened them. They were passion-filled and William couldn't refuse the unspoken invitation he saw in them. He grabbed both her wrists, placing her arms above her head to grip the headboard once more. His strong hands remained wrapped around hers while he angled his hips to place the head of his cock at her opening. He flexed and rotated it, closing his eyes from the heat absorbing into the sensitive skin. When he opened them, Elizabeth was staring at him. Her wide green eyes still had the same spent passion from her orgasm and something else. There was need and in the interest of her neediness, William slid swiftly into her then tensed from the liquid fire bathing his cock.


Elizabeth came the instant William entered her. The muscles in her thighs vibrated and her hips lifted from the bed then eased back down. Ecstasy had speared through her, causing her mind to take flight to another place. Her sweaty hands slipped from the wrought iron bar and landed on William's muscled back. She could hear the reckless beating of her heart as her body geared up for the pounding it was about to receive. She kissed his lips and his tongue, potent with their sexes, eased into her mouth. On and on their mouths merged while William's hands stroked the soft flesh of her breasts and nipples, sending more sparks of desire through her.


William was beginning to think sex with Elizabeth was becoming an addiction and if so he had no plans on attending meetings or counseling. Seeing her eyes misty with satisfaction was his therapy as he moved inside her. His hands held her hips while her quim opened and closed around him like a begging mouth. William wasn't going to last long. He speeded up his thrusts, working her middle like it would be the last time Elizabeth would be this wet, soft and hot as she writhed underneath him. He lowered his head, kissing her with a fiery intensity that was mixture or impatience and calmness.


William's thrusts were the slow deep ones Elizabeth craved as she opened more and more taking in the thick veined solidness of him. His hands held her hips captive in a dominant he's the man and she's the woman sort of way and she loved it. She loved experiencing the power and size of him. She loved the feeling of his cock strengthening inside her, stretching her as she met the rhythm of his strokes. She loved when he plunged his cock in deeper and the sexual tremors it caused, increasing her wetness. She loved how his hot urgent tongue took possession of her mouth and demanded her tongue lick and flirt with his.


They both cried out in rapture. Elizabeth shouted God's name in vain followed by Williams. He trailed behind her, grunting his release into her hot depths. They rode out the sweet sexual high exchanging sensual kisses. Neither of them had the energy to acknowledge how good it was with words while he breathed in as she breathed out. William pulled out of her and laid his head on her stomach. He wondered how the bloody hell he could climax like that and still be alive while Elizabeth leisurely stroked his head, thinking how this was turning out to be one hell of a morning.

*~~~*

William and Elizabeth awakened at the same time. They had fallen asleep in the same positions they started out an orgasm ago. They stretched, making their afternoon ugly faces. Elizabeth rolled onto her side still feeling groggy. William glanced over at the bedside clock while picking up the pillows from the floor. It was 2PM. He chuckled. He had never spent this much time in bed before and was shamelessly enjoying every minute of it. He looked over at Elizabeth curled on her side. He spooned her while kissing her neck to rouse her. He whispered in her ear they should get up before they get sores. She laughed, turning into him then asked about the time. When he told her, she didn't believe him until she looked at the clock. She pulled the covers back and made an attempt to get out of bed. Wanting to prolong his wish, William pulled her to him. She melted in his arms and pulled the covers over her naked aching body. She laughed mentioning he was the one who suggested they get out of the bed in the first place. William told her seeing her naked made him change his mind then lowered his head to kiss her.


Before things got heated, Elizabeth ended the kiss. It was time for her to go home. She was sure Rupert had called to let her know his plane landed safely and didn't doubt he would be calling again to let her know how everything was going. She wiggled out of William's embrace while attempting to pull the sheet with her to wrap around her body but he wasn't parting with it.


There hadn't been a nude woman walking around William's apartment in a long time especially one he truly adored. They played tugged of war with the sheet for a few seconds until Elizabeth released it causing him to fall back onto the bed. She picked up the comforter and wrapped it around her, gathering as much of it as she could so when she walked, she wouldn't fall. William tried to pull it away too but she was too quick for him as she distanced herself out of his reach.

*~~~*

Elizabeth retrieved her cell phone from her purse to call her answering machine. Rupert had left two messages. She didn't want to return his call with William in the other room but since he had called twice, she thought it was best to get it over with rather than wait until she got home. She would make the call as brief as possible. She wrote down the phone number to Rupert's hotel and the room number. She sat down on the kitchen floor while she waited for him to answer. After three rings, he picked up. They talked about his flight, the weather and his accommodations as well as when he thought he was going to be returning. Satisfied she had talked to him long enough, Elizabeth tried to get off the phone. Rupert wasn't making it easy as he proceeded to talk about the burial site. She wanted to scream. Rupert was long winded when it came to talking about his work.


William crawled out of bed, wondering what was taking Elizabeth so long. He put on a pair of sweatpants and walked into the hallway. He checked the bathroom then the living room, making his way towards the kitchen. He stopped in his tracks when he heard her voice. He tiptoed closer, placing his back against the wall. He suspected she was talking to her husband and he couldn't help but feel a little bit jealous. He was about to walk away but changed his mind when he heard laughter. The witty banter she was exchanging with her husband had heightened his jealous feelings. Rather than give her some privacy he decided to make his presence known. He removed his sweatpants and walked into the kitchen. He wanted his nakedness to be a reminder of what she was missing but what he really wanted was for her to get off the telephone. He gave a mischievous smile as he strolled passed her, feeling her eyes burning a hole his backside. He pretended to be looking for something as an excuse to flex his lean muscular body.


After several long minutes of searching for nothing, he settled on getting a glass of water out of the refrigerator. He posed like a male model in front of her while drinking down the cool refreshment. He glanced at Elizabeth out of the corner of his eye. He had her attention. On purpose, he allowed some of the water to dribble out of his mouth and onto his chest. Instead of using a paper towel to dry himself off, he used his hand to spread it across his chest willing himself not to laugh. In a final attempt at distracting her, he tilted his head back and eased out his tongue. He closed his eyes and held the glass away from his mouth, letting the last drop of cool water absorb into the pink flesh. He placed the glass in the sink then gave Elizabeth a suggestive look before walking out.


Elizabeth clammed up when William walked into the kitchen. She had lost her train of thought while his tight naked ass was staring her in the face. She looked look away and for a brief moment, her focused had returned enabling her to finish what she was saying to Rupert. As she waited for him to respond, her eyes betrayed her again as she watched William maneuver his hot sexy ass around the kitchen. His presence made her instantly wet. Again she tried to look away, waiting for Rupert to be quiet in order to take control of the conversation and end it. She was having no such luck as Rupert went on and on about the importance of finding such a historical treasure at a construction site of all places. She began to get bored with the conversation but tried not to let him hear it in her voice. However her words had deserted her when William decided it was wise to rub spilled water over his chest.


One of her legs began to shake from excitement while she watched William's pink wide tongue dart out of his mouth. At that moment Elizabeth had forgotten to breath suddenly coughing and choking on her words. She willed herself to keep it together as she listened to Rupert continue to go on and on until the seductive heat of William's gaze forced her to be rude. She had cut Rupert off just as he was about to start a new topic. She told him she had a lot of errands to run and needed to get off the phone, promising she would call him later.

*~~~*

William replaced the sheets on the bed then tossed the soiled ones into the hamper and turned on the shower. He was disappointed his little attempt at getting Elizabeth off the phone didn't work. He stepped into the shower, letting the force of the water drench him. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back wetting his face and hair.


Elizabeth rushed into the bedroom, hoping William was there waiting for her. She noticed he had changed the sheets and her clothes were lying on the bed. She felt her heart sank, thinking it was his way of telling her he wanted her to leave. She regretted calling Rupert but at the time she thought it was a good idea. She folded the comforter and started to get dress then changed her mind. She was going to join William in the shower. It would be the first time they had taken one together since there was never enough time before plus it would be an excellent way of apologizing for her bad judgment.


When William opened his eyes, he jumped from Elizabeth's presence. He could see the sexy haze in her eyes. She wanted him but he chose not to do anything about it. Instead he stepped out of the way to let her wet herself while he lathered up with the soap. He saw the disappointment in her eyes and part of him felt badly about it but there were still some jealous feelings lingering so he continued to ignore her. He waited until she was finished and handed her the soap. He rinsed off then stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. He was preparing to brush his teeth until he saw Elizabeth step out of the shower through the bathroom mirror. He tried not to stare but the sight of her dripping wet was sexy. Trying to remember how to brush his teeth was suddenly a hard task as he watched her towel dry off. He was hardening.


When Elizabeth stepped into the shower, she had gotten an eyeful. William looked sexier wet all over. She wanted him bad but the feeling wasn't mutual. She decided to make it a quick shower and as she stepped out, she caught him looking at her. She hated the silence and she hated his moodiness although she couldn't blame him for being a little bothered but she was determined not to let anything further spoil their time together. To reel him back in she thought about his little show in the kitchen and decided two could play at that game. She pulled a towel off the rack and took her time drying herself off. Every movement she made was slow, precise and exaggerated from her bending over to dry her legs to way she patted the towel around her breasts. She wanted to laugh because she knew she looked silly but her plan was working. She could feel his eyes on her body as she bent, arched and swayed. Out the corner of her eye, she saw him step away from the bathroom sink. He must be getting hard she thought as she anticipated he would be jumping her bones soon but nothing happened.


Getting frustrated, Elizabeth wrapped the towel around her body. She had another way of getting his attention. She grabbed another towel off the rack and wound it up. She waited until William rinsed out his mouth before slapping him on the ass with the towel. The moody blonde laughed while rubbing the spot he knew had left a mark. He wanted revenge. He filled the rinse cup with cold water and threw it on her. Elizabeth screamed from the unexpected douse and wound up the towel again. William shouted they were even because he didn't want to feel another sting from her towel. They both laughed but Elizabeth wasn't satisfied. She shouted it was war and stung him on the leg.


William shouted he would give her a war and filled the cup with water again. Not wanting to get drenched, Elizabeth retreated to the living room. He chased after her. They both screamed like children in a playground, running around the furniture. William tripped on a rug causing him to spill the water. He managed to catch his balance but lost his towel in the process. Elizabeth pointed and laughed then ran into the bedroom. William wasn't far behind. She tried to close the door on him but he pushed it open. There was nowhere to run she thought as she came face to face with a flustered and aroused William. She was aroused too. He lunged at her causing them to fall back on the bed. He tried to pin her but she bucked and wiggled free. He grabbed after her, catching the hem of her towel and pulling it away from her body. The quick move slowed her down, allowing William to grab her from behind. Elizabeth twisted in his arms and they fell to the floor in laughter. He straddled her as he held both her wrists in one of his hands while he tickled her with the other. She shouted uncle before she peed on herself.


William released Elizabeth's wrists and collapsed along side of her. Breathing hard and panting out their laughter, they turned their bodies and looked at each other. There were those perfect moments in life and this was one of them. The laughing had stopped but their feelings for each other began to pour out of them. There was this irrational and uncontrollable need to touch. They kissed passionately as they groped each other while they rolled on the bedroom floor. First Elizabeth was on top and then William, tangling their limbs as each fought for dominance with their mouths glued to the others. The kissing was wet, deep and out of control as lips, tongues and teeth collided. William gained the upper hand when he filled her with his cock. Elizabeth wrapped her legs high up his back and like two alley cats in heat; they fucked as if the moment would be gone. They grunted and moaned until they both ran out of steam covered in each other's sexual sweat.

*~~~*

Elizabeth never made it home and never called Rupert. She and William sat on the bed eating pizza and drinking beer. She was wearing his black t-shirt while he wore sweatpants. They had fed each other then argued over who was getting the last piece. After a round of Rock, Paper, Scissors, Elizabeth triumphed.


They were both too lazy to take the pizza box and beer bottles into the kitchen so they littered the floor with them. They remained in bed while sharing embarrassing childhood and college memories, which somehow led to a belching contest. The loser had to clean up. William was the winner but helped Elizabeth anyway. Full and exhausted they returned to bed and watched TV before they both drifted off to sleep.

I hold you frank in my heart's eye in my skin's knowing as my fingers conceive your flesh I feel your stomach moving against me. Before the moon wanes again we shall come together.


Elizabeth awakened before William. She glanced at the bedside clock then at him. Leaning on one arm, she watched him sleep. He looked peaceful in his slumber she thought while deciding if she should wake him. If she did, chances of her leaving would be slim. There was no doubt William would make it HARD for her to leave. She didn't mind being held prisoner in her blonde lover's arms but Elizabeth hadn't been home since Friday morning.

She was going to leave him note. She got out of bed and dressed without putting on her shoes. She tiptoed out of the bedroom to search for pen and paper. With success, she found some paper in a kitchen drawer and while searching for a pen she came across a photo of a younger William wearing a black leather jacket, shirt and jeans. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth posing in front of a black motorcycle. The picture made her mouth water. Physically William hadn't changed. He still looked as youthful as the picture and his hair was still platinum blonde. Elizabeth was unable to take her eyes off the photo. She moved her hand across it, getting lost in the intensity in his eyes. The same intensity he had showed her many times. She wondered why during their endless conversations he had given her the impression he was more of a frat boy then a rebel. She was eager to find out. She added a few more words to the note and left it, with the picture, on the kitchen counter then grabbed her coat and walked out the door.


William's hand anxiously searched the bed for the warmth of his blonde lover's body but she was gone. He climbed out of bed and put on his sweatpants. He noticed her clothes were missing then called out her name. There was no answer. He peeked into the bathroom then made his way down the hallway leading into the dining room and living room. Elizabeth was gone. He walked into the kitchen and grabbed the telephone. He started dialing her cell phone but stopped when he saw the note and picture of him lying on the counter. The note read she didn't want to wake him and she would call later. At the bottom of the note was a PS stating she liked the James Dean look and maybe he could show her how bad he could be. William smiled while reading the last few lines. He was seventeen when the picture was taken and a recovering bad ass. That phase of his life lasted two years. When he turned eighteen, he straightened out and graduated in the top ten percent of his senior class. At college some of his hell raising ways stuck with him because he had always been bad. He decided not to call Elizabeth, figuring she needed some time to check in with her husband. He returned to bed but cut the ringer on his bedroom phone so he wouldn't miss her call.

*~~~*

When Elizabeth arrived home, the first thing she did was check the answering machine. Rupert had called three times. The first message he reminded her she hadn't called him back. The last two messages, he was wondering where she was and that it was getting late. When she spoke to him, they talked for two hours. She reminded him she had a lot of errands to run and they had taken longer to get done then she had anticipated. She added by the time she settled in, it was too late to call him since he likes to be in bed by 9:00PM every night. She was convinced he bought it when he changed the subject to his work.

After ending the call, Elizabeth put in her Maroon 5, Lifehouse and Goo Goo Dolls CDs and turned up the volume. She danced her way up the mahogany wooden staircase and into her bedroom. She stripped down and took a hot relaxing bath. It had been so long since she had the house to herself and even longer since she could play her music as loud as she wanted. Before she couldn't because Rupert lived in his study and the music disrupted his reading. He was always reading, preferring a book to watching TV, going to the movies and concerts. When they first met, he seemed to like the things she liked to do but once the newest of their union wore off, he became this old fuddy duddy. She guessed he was always this way and being with her had awakened what ounce of young life he had left.

*~~~*

William was smiling like a kid who received a new toy. Elizabeth was standing in his doorway with a small overnight bag in one hand and a garment bag in the other. He had spoken with her earlier in the afternoon and told her he wanted her to comeback and stay until Monday. He thought it would be nice if they had breakfast together and shared a cab ride to work. He took her bags and placed them on the bed then gathered Elizabeth in his arms to kiss her lovingly on the lips.

Elizabeth went limp in William's arms overwhelmed by the gentleness of his kiss. She was glad she returned. His suggestion they go to work together was a good idea. She wanted to spend as much time as possible with him, knowing when Rupert returned things would have to go back to the way they were, if they could. She was learning more about William and the more she learned, the more she realized they were perfect together. She could be herself around him and have fun without feeling like she was being critiqued or judged.

Rupert was like that with her. There were times when he would embarrass her in front of his colleagues when he felt she was making him look bad because she wasn't abreast with his work. Her way of dealing with it was to down play his comments with laughter. Elizabeth didn't think her ignorance of his work was such an embarrassment for him. What attracted her to Rupert was his passion about it and his brilliant mind. He was teaching at Columbia University where she was a student. She wasn't smart enough to be in any of his classes but her best friend was and dragged her to one of his open lectures. Elizabeth expected to be bored out of her mind but instead he captivated her and his British accent only added to his allure. After the lecture, she flirted with him and surprisingly he flirted back. Rupert opened her eyes to things she never had interest in before like the opera, museums, and classic literature.

*~~~*

While Elizabeth unpacked her overnight bag, William sat on the bed and watched then leaned over and peeked inside. Something red and lacy had caught his eye. He waited until Elizabeth turned her back to hang up her garment bag before he pulled it out. He held it up in both hands and smiled. When she turned around, he placed his hands, with the sexy garment, behind his back.

Elizabeth stopped talking when she noticed a pair of her underwear was missing. She knew she had packed her matching red panty with her bra as she thoroughly began searching the small bag for it. Suspicious, she smirked at William then held her hand out without mentioning what she wanted. He tried to play dumb asking her what she was talking about. The dumb look on his face was a dead give away. She crawled on the bed and reached around him. He shifted. Back and forth they did this until she was able to pull them out of his hand. Then William grabbed her red lace bra and leaped off the bed, holding it against his chest. She told him the lacy number wasn't his size but she thought the panties would fit. He laughed then told her naughty girls wore red and she replied, with a mischievous grin, naughty boys wore black.

William knew what his blonde sexy lover was alluding to. There was a long pause between them before he asked her if she thought she could handle it. Feeling pretty confident Elizabeth rose up on her knees and placed her hands on her hips, trying to keep the smirk on her face from turning into a smile. As he walked toward her, she was sure he was going to show her how bad he could be. She stopped breathing for a moment, anticipating his touch but he walked past her and into his closet. She didn't know what to do with herself; feeling like she had said something wrong as she sat back on her heels and watched him pull a large box out of his closet. He placed it on the bed and pulled out a photo album then patted the spot beside him. She smiled then scurried over to his side.

William placed the photo album between them and told her to open it. The first section was filled with beautiful baby photos and pictures of his mother, father, sister and other relatives. She asked questions about his family and he held nothing back. While looking at the photos, it was obvious to Elizabeth he went through a geeky awkward phase like most teenagers and morphed into a handsome young man but as they got deeper into the album, she noticed a change in his appearance. His preppy look was replaced with black leather, silver jewelry, and screaming blonde hair. The photo of him in the drawer showed a young sexy James Dean. The photos in front of her, showed an angry young man. She looked up at him, waiting for him to explain.

He told her when he turned fifteen he fell in with the wrong crowd and experimented with drugs and dabbled in the punk scene. He told her he use to steal from his parents and rob people on the street for fun. He explained how he turned his life around when he saw his girlfriend, pointing to a picture of a dark haired girl, OD and how he thought he was responsible because he bought the drugs. Tears filled his eyes as he further explained how he had thoughts of suicide after her death.


Elizabeth listened as he explained how the dark period lasted until he turned seventeen when he cleaned up his act and channeled his energies back into school. He told her the photo she saw in his drawer was taken during that time. She didn't say anything sensing he just needed someone to listen. When he was done talking, she cupped his cheek and smiled as he leaned into her hand, closing his eyes while getting lost in its comfort.

William was glad he shared this part of life with her. It had been awhile sense he'd opened up to someone. Wanting to lighten the mood, he closed the photo album and dug through the box. He pulled out a black ripped shirt with a hundred safety pins, a beat up long black leather trench coat, black Doc Martin boots, silver jewelry, studded leather belts and spiked dog collars, which he told her was how he got his nickname, Spike.

Elizabeth laughed at his fashion choices and laughed even harder at his nickname. Never had she thought she would meet someone with a nickname she associated with tough guys in the movies. To her William wasn't a tough guy; tough guys didn't write poetry or cry. Nonetheless, she felt honored he shared this part of his past with her. They continued talking and Elizabeth opened up. She didn't have anything in her past she considered dark unless calling the girl who beat her out for prom queen a slut while the excited blonde accepted the crown counted. She talked about how she was adopted when she was only two weeks old and how when she turned eighteen she went looking for her birth mother only to discover she had died the year before. William showed her the same comfort, placing his arm around her.


If it weren't for their growling stomachs, they would still be talking. Neither of them felt like going out for dinner so William thawed and cooked some steaks and baked potatoes while Elizabeth made salads. He slipped passed her and turned on the radio and they danced in the kitchen while they continued preparing their food.

Both would stop what they were doing to perform a silly dance move or prove who was the better singer. Then William felt he was the ultimate rock star when one of his favorite songs came on. He shouted to Elizabeth this was his song and grabbed the broom out of the hallway closet. She followed him, laughing at how excited he had gotten. He turned the volume up louder, waiting for the lead singer to belt out the lyrics.


Elizabeth couldn't contain her laughter as she watched William make a fool of himself but then decided to get in on it. She did her best air guitar and joined him on the fake microphone. She didn't know the words to the song but she had the perfect stance as she leaned against him while he sung. She really started getting into it until William pushed her out of the way. To get back at him, she dropped to her knees looking up at him with her arms in the air, pretending to be his groupie. After the song ended she stretch out on the floor in hysterics as tears of laughter rolled down her face.

William choked on his words when Elizabeth joined him with her Slash impression. He struggled through the song trying not to laugh but her air guitar sucked. He pushed her out of the way so he could get back into the song but she wouldn't let up, causing him to finally lose it when she got down on her knees in worship. He had fallen back onto the couch in laughter, having a great time.

He looked over at the woman who had molded and touched his heart the way she did his body. William adored Elizabeth and wanted to show her how much. He turned off the radio and her infectious laughter filled the room causing him to laugh some more. He extended his arm out to her to help her off the floor but she wouldn't take it while continuing to laugh. She was still in a playful mood but he was beyond that. Finally, he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom. He dropped her on the bed then lowered his head to kiss and lick up the slender column of her neck until his mouth was on hers. The kiss was hot and deep.

Elizabeth wasn't laughing anymore. The sensual assault on her neck sent her pulse racing. She was easily becoming aroused feeling William's soft lips and tongue against her skin. When he found his way to her mouth, her tongue stroked and circled his. Her hands met the sides of his face then moved and fisted into his hair.


William broke the contact from her mouth to remove his shirt and hers. He kissed her shoulders, one then the other while removing her bra straps. Elizabeth sat up to kiss and lick his hard chest and to give him access to the back clasp. When she felt it loosen from her body, she laid down and allowed him to pull the violet sexy garment down her arms. He wasted no time filling his strong hands with her tender flesh, licking from her collarbone to her nipple. She watched how the pink harden pebble disappeared into his mouth and the raw enthusiasm he showed as his head brushed from side to side. He used his teeth, tongue and lips to play passionately against the sensitive flesh, pausing only to lick the space in between.

William moved down to feast on the quivering flesh of her belly while he gripped the waistband of her jeans. He rubbed the backs of his hands along her skin before unbuttoning them. He lowered the zipper with his teeth and pulled her jeans down. He kissed her arching hips down to her thighs then climbed off the bed to remove her boots and socks before pulling her jeans off. His strong hands trailed up her inner and outer thighs then rested on her hips. He pulled her violet lace panties off to reveal her wet and inviting quim. He climbed back onto the bed and looked at her.


Elizabeth saw the unmistakable look of passion in William's blue eyes causing heat to spread at an alarming speed throughout her body. She was aroused beyond belief and wanted him inside her now. She reached and fought with the button and zipper to his jeans, pulling them down as far as she could. She stared at his erection as if it was something good to eat. It had been awhile since she last tasted him but right now, William being inside her, was more important. She grabbed his long thick maleness and felt it pulse and expand in her hand. She forced him down and placed it at her wet opening.


William wanted to taste Elizabeth's smooth wet cunny first but her unchecked passion wouldn't allow oral appreciation or even time for him to push his jeans further down. She tugged on his cock and he followed, pushing all the way inside her. His eyes rolled shut and he didn't move despite the tiny rolled hip movements she was making.

He returned his mouth to hers and kissed her as if he had been deprived of it for far too long. When William felt confident he wasn't going to break into pieces inside her. He began moving his hips at a slow sensual tempo until they both found their provocative rhythm. They were both helpless against what the other was doing to their body. The pleasure they created from Elizabeth rising into William's down stroke and the grab and pull of her pussy muscles on his cock caused them both to climax together, panting and perspiring.

For the next hour they laid in bed lazily stroking each other as their rapture dissolved away by slow degrees. Then Elizabeth reminded William they needed to eat. Their steaks were cold, the baked potatoes were rubbery and the lettuce in the salads had wilted but they had eaten it all. Then they shared a large bowl of ice cream while cuddling on the couch in front of the TV.

The sweat between his will bind
I would have you and no other
Words whispered
Demands made
I respond to you with moan sounds.


William and Elizabeth shifted in their sleep when the alarm sounded off. He hit the snooze button then pulled Elizabeth closer to him. Neither of them could get up right away due to the lack of sleep from all the love making that lasted well into the early morning hours. When the alarm sounded again, Elizabeth opened and closed her eyes, trying to focus them. She tried to get up but William had her in a death grip. She wasn't complaining but if they wanted to have breakfast together, they needed to get up now.


He wasn't making any effort so she pushed her ass against his morning wood. It wasn't a smart thing to do she thought while his hand parted and rubbed between her thighs. She only wanted to wake him not arouse him, feeling his hot breath in her hair and his soft lips and tongue on her neck. Then he pulled one of her leg over his to rub her pussy, getting her aroused. She thought, in between whimpers and moans, they didn't have time for this but his soothing strokes made her change her mind. She stretched her leg wider, placing her hand over his urging him to put his fingers inside of her. Two of them slipped in and seconds later, he was caressing her hot spot, prompting her to come. Her back arched and resumed against him as she rode her climax out of his fingers. Elizabeth was wide-awake now, wanting more.


Breakfast was out of the question the moment William felt Elizabeth's firm ass press against his cock. She knew better than that he thought now, she had to deal with the consequences. He rubbed between her legs bringing one of the delicate limbs over his own. He buried his face into her blonde locks, kissing and nuzzling down to the nape of her neck. His hand caressed the inside of her warm thighs then against the lips of her smooth cunny. He rubbed the moist intimate flesh back and forth, hearing her surrendering moans.


A smile curled at the corners of his mouth when she guided his fingers inside her. He pushed two of them then another one inside. Elizabeth was nice and wet and getting wetter with each curved stroke. He grinded his hips letting his erection receive friction from the crease in her ass. He moved back and forth while she rode the rest of her orgasm out on his fingers. Hearing her cum was all the alarm clock William needed. He was wide-awake now.


Elizabeth would take an early morning cum over early morning breakfast any day. She laid on her back and pulled him on top of her. She no longer had issues with morning breath having gotten use to it the first morning she woke up in his arms. She licked his neck then sucked on his Adams apple. She licked and sucked on his chin then bit and sucked on his bottom lip before thrusting her tongue into his mouth.


The tasting and teasing of their tongues had turned up the heat as each kiss grew hotter, longer and deeper. Lost in their full-blown passion, the lusty lovers hungrily sipped it from each other's lips mastering the art of not breathing until it became too much. They parted in synch with each other's aroused breathing. William rose to his knees and grabbed Elizabeth by her legs pulling her down to him. Before entering the place where all joy resided, he waited for her to open her eyes. When she did, he entered her staring into the green beauties, wide and wild with excitement. He kissed her with his cock throbbing insistently inside her causing him to groan deep in his throat.


Kissing William was enough to make Elizabeth come again. The rush of wet passion between her legs had robbed her of breath and sanity. She cried out no when the heat of his body deserted hers causing every bone in her body and every hair on her head to beckoned for his return. He pulled her closer to him. Her green eyes, heavy with desire, searched and found his desire deep within his blue ones. Her knees fell apart in expectation and when he entered her she pulled him to her and kissed him, tasting the sound of his groan. The deep sexual emotion she felt had brought tears to her eyes. William was the key to her ecstasy.


William was overwhelmed by the pleasure coursing through his body. He was fitting inside Elizabeth like a key to a lock. Her hungry kiss forced his tongue to take an active role as well as making it impossible for him to be gentle but he sensed she didn't want gentle. By her firm round cheeks, he lifted her at an angle, giving her one wild thrust after another while whispering to her to take it. Elizabeth was taking it and throwing it back at him. Panting and perspiring, they created a fierce rhythm leading them to orgasmic abandon.


Parting her legs wider, Elizabeth whispered to William to give it to her. She slapped his tight ass then grabbed the firm twin cheeks, pushing him in deeper. He was making her feel good and she wanted to return the favor. Using her index finger she pressed at his anus using circular motions. He moaned in her mouth. She was glad he was enjoying her careful teasing a half a centimeter at a time as she eased the tip of her finger inside, feeling him clamp around it. William broke contact with her mouth and whispered yes several times against her ear while he thrusted almost violently into her causing her to succumb to the pleasure. She let out a deep-throated scream and after several more hard thrusts William came loud then stilled. His entire body had tensed, his ass cheeks were clenched and he was numb from the neck up. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.


After they regained their breaths and their heartbeats had slowed, Elizabeth looked over at William, lying beside her and thanked him for breakfast. He smiled and told her she was welcome then they both laughed. She moved closer to him and draped her arm over his damp stomach. William played in her hair with one hand while the other brush lightly over her arm. They had fallen asleep in that same position with no thoughts of work on either of their minds.

*~~~*

If it weren't for the telemarketer calling the apartment, William and Elizabeth would have been later for work. They showered together and dressed quickly then they both realized it was pointless to rush since they were already late. He helped Elizabeth with her coat then walked arm and arm to the coffee house around the corner from his place, missing the early morning rush due to their unrestrained lust.


Elizabeth stood in line in front of William, trying to decide what she wanted to order while at the same time trying to get him to keep his hands to himself. Finally she turned around and gave him the kiss he was asking for then told him to behave. After she received her coffee, she stood to the side and waited for him. She glanced out the large window and saw someone waving at her. She looked over her shoulder to make sure the woman had the right person. To be courteous, Elizabeth waved back, thinking the woman would be on her way after the acknowledgement. Instead she walked inside and Elizabeth froze with fear then looked at William who was still ordering.


As the woman approached her, it became clear to Elizabeth who she was. Gwendolyn Post was a colleague of Rupert's. She immediately engaged Elizabeth in conversation asking her how she was doing and how was Rupert getting along in California. Elizabeth was nervous but managed to hide it with a smile. She tried to move away from where she was standing all the while hoping William would know to stay away. He didn't. There was a huge smile on his face as he walked towards them. She asked Gwendolyn to walk her out but they didn't move quickly enough. William caught up to them and called her love. She and Gwen stopped.


Elizabeth's heart was trapped in her throat. She didn't know what to say. Rupert's colleague was thrilled she was meeting another Brit and waited for Elizabeth to introduce them. She didn't. Gwen extended her hand to shake his while giving William the once over. It was apparent she liked what she saw then she turned to Elizabeth wearing a curious smile. Finally, Elizabeth said she worked with William and they had bumped into each other there while on their way to work.


William kept quiet while his blonde lover explained why she was there with him. It was at that moment he thought meeting this woman wasn't a good thing. When the woman told them she needed to go, she told Elizabeth to give Rupert her best then shook William's hand again while giving him a suggestive smile. She jokingly commented if more men looked like him in England she would have never left. He smiled then told her it was nice meeting her also. Elizabeth told Gwen it was nice seeing her again and would tell Rupert she ran into her. She lied. Elizabeth had no intentions on telling Rupert anything and hoped to GOD Gwendolyn would not mention it to him but some how she doubted that.

*~~~*

Elizabeth was quite in the cab. Her mind plagued with what just happened. Her brain was working overtime as she began formulating lies to tell Rupert if he ever asked about running into Gwendolyn. She snapped out of her state when she felt William's hand on her leg. She had given him a weak smile then looked out the window.


William knew the change in Elizabeth's behavior had something to do with the woman he met. He wanted to ask her who she was but his blonde lover's change in mood caused the words to die in his throat. He never knew her husband's name assuming it was Rupert, listening to the woman. Her husband's name even sounded old as he wondered why Elizabeth was with him. When they first met, he asked her was she happy. He expected her to say no. Why wouldn't he? Happily married women didn't have affairs. Something had to be missing in her marriage. Was it sex? Love? Attention? Or all of the above and the things he was willingly providing. Maybe one day she would tell him and then maybe one day he would tell her to leave him.


He placed his hand on her leg. She smiled at him but William knew it wasn't genuine. Finally he came out and asked her who was the woman. She told him the woman worked with her husband and didn't say anymore. He nodded his head then sipped his coffee. They didn't speak again until William was dropped off in front of his building. He gave her quick kiss and told her he would see her later.


There had to be hundreds of coffee shops in New York City maybe even thousands. With that being said why did Gwendolyn Post of all people happen to be at the same one as she? She didn't even work in the area. Columbia University was on the other side of the city. Maybe Elizabeth was supposed to get caught. She and William weren't exactly being discreet with all the touching and to the people on the outside looking in, they were a couple. Elizabeth wondered how much Gwen saw. Did she see them walk in together arm and arm? Did she see William hugging her while they stood in line? Did she see Elizabeth kiss him? Or did she see her at that moment Elizabeth saw her? She would never know. Maybe it was best she mention it to Rupert so it wouldn't appear she had anything to hide. When she talked to him next, she would tell him and when Gwen mentions it to him, it wouldn't be a big deal. Besides it wasn't unusual to run into a co-worker even one as sexy and good looking as William. Still, Elizabeth couldn't help but think if she and William hadn't made love that morning, she would have never run into Rupert's ex crush.

If we part, you will leave with half of me
Or I with half of you, and nothing will kill
The pain of dismembering


Elizabeth had spoken to Rupert twice during the week. She made sure she told him about bumping into Gwen and was pissed he already knew about it. The bitch wasted no time telling him. She couldn't even wait until he returned from California. It bothered Elizabeth, Gwen was talking to Rupert while he was away but then shrugged it off. Why wouldn't she? They worked together and she was sure he was updating her and his other colleagues about the work he was doing out there.


She had been stressing out over nothing. Rupert dismissed her run in with Gwen as no big deal but she had to be more discreet with William. It was going to be difficult. She was too comfortable around him often letting her guard down. They had their own little world to get lost in. He made her feel special in more ways then Rupert ever did. Elizabeth sighed. She dreaded her husband's return while thinking there was no way things with William could go back to the way they were. She would have to make a choice as the thought of leaving Rupert for William entered her mind for the first time.


She was glad the workweek had come and gone. Elizabeth couldn't wait to unwind once she got to William's place. Things were hectic at work and she wasn't getting any work done. She was unfocused and tired all the time. Her days were spent talking to William on the telephone and if they weren't talking on the phone, they were having lunch every other day and some of those "lunches" were spent in their favorite hotel. She was missing important meetings and barely meeting her deadlines due to her lack of restraint with saying no when William wanted to have another go, as he would put it. As a result her one-hour lunches often turned into two and sometimes even three-hour lunches. Lucky for her she didn't have to punch a clock or she wouldn't have a job.


It was Friday night and she was headed to William's place this time with a suitcase instead of a small overnight bag. She was staying the weekend and they were eating in and going to watch two of her favorite movies, Pretty Woman and Sixteen Candles. First she needed to stop by the grocery store to pick up some things they needed for dinner.

*~~~*

William couldn't believe he still had a job. He was slacking off big time. He was logging more hours on the phone with Elizabeth then he was with his work. He ignored emails, missed meetings and missed an important deadline because she was heavy on his mind. Every day he felt like he was going through withdrawal if he didn't hear her voice or see her. They talked everyday, had lunch slash hotel dates most of those days and it still wasn't enough. If his boss knew what he was up to, William would be standing in the unemployment line.


He purchased several things he thought Elizabeth would need while she stayed at his place including a toothbrush and some of her favorite junk food. He made space for her on top of his dresser and cleaned out one of the large drawers for her things. He finally upgraded his VCR for a DVD player for the better quality and because he knew Elizabeth loved to watch her chick flick movies. He had another key made to his apartment wrapped in a box. He was going to give it to her when she arrived. She needed one since William expected her to be coming over a lot more.


Tonight they were going to stay in and make tacos and margaritas. He picked up two of her favorite movies. Of course, they were all chick flicks but next time he was choosing. William was looking forward to seeing her as if he hadn't seen her all week. He was glad she had come out of the funk she was in on Monday. That morning didn't turn out how he had planned. What happened instead was better, up until they ran into that woman. Unfortunately, there wasn't going to be a next time since they agreed she wasn't going to be staying over on Sundays any more if they ever expected to get to work on time.


One week had come and gone as he dreaded the return of her husband. There was no way he would be able to deal with things going back to the way they were. He and Elizabeth had done and shared too much. She needed to make a choice, him or the pounce.

*~~~*

Elizabeth's hands were full as she struggled with the grocery bag and her suitcase. She used her foot to knock on the door; glad William didn't keep her waiting. He took the grocery bag out of her hands and kissed her. Some of the items inside were her favorite foods he had already purchased but he didn't say anything. He wanted it to be a surprised when she opened up the refrigerator and the cupboards. He walked in the kitchen to put away the groceries and to start their dinner.


Elizabeth walked to the bedroom and placed her suitcase on the bed then laid down to rest. She looked around the bedroom. There was something different. She noticed the empty space on his dresser and one of the large drawers was pulled out with nothing in it. There was a white plastic four-drawer container on wheels beside the dresser. She smiled. She had one just like it in her closet at home. Also, there was a small two-drawer plastic container one on top of the dresser. It was perfect for make-up, nail polish, cotton balls and facial pads.


Nothing could wipe the smile off her face; William's thoughtfulness made her giddy. She began putting her things away and after she was done, she joined him in the kitchen. William was stirring the beef in the pan and sipping on a margarita. He asked her did she want one. Elizabeth didn't answer him. She had taken the wooden spoon and glass out of his hand then gave him a deep wet kiss.

*~~~*

Elizabeth's kiss had caught William off guard, causing him to stumble forward. When she released his mouth, he asked her what was the kiss for. She told him for simply being him and kissed him again. This time he was ready for it. He wrapped his arms around her tight and deepened the kiss. Without breaking contact from her mouth, he picked her up and placed her on the counter. His hands tangled in her hair while his tongue tangled with hers as they kissed while the rest of the world melted away. His hands left the softness of her golden locks to roam over her shoulders and waist. He snaked them under her top to fondle her breasts but things quickly came to a halt when the smell of burning beef overwhelmed them. They reeled their passion in and Elizabeth thanked him for the special arrangements he made in the bedroom. He gave her a quick kiss on the lips and told her there was more to come then kicked her out of the kitchen to salvage the beef.

*~~~*

They watched one of the movies while they ate and drank three margaritas apiece. Buzzing, Elizabeth was anxious to watch the next movie while playfully poking William in the side to get up and put it on. He was feeling no pain and anxious also but for a different reason. He wanted to give Elizabeth the key he had made. He got up from the couch and pulled the small wrapped box out of the hallway closet.


Deciding not to wait for William to start the movie, Elizabeth got off the couch and put it in herself. When she turned around, she saw him with a wrapped box in his hand and froze. It was too square to be a ring, which was ridiculous being that she was already married and it wasn't big enough to be a bracelet. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest but she managed to get her feet moving so she could sit on the couch. She swallowed hard after William sat across from her, handing her the box. When she opened it, there was a silver key inside. She looked at William who was grinning from ear to ear and then she looked down at the key. She was speechless.


Her reaction had wiped the smile off of William's face. Elizabeth was acting like she had never seen a key before. He asked her what was wrong, snapping her out of her trance. He waited for a response, which he thought was long overdue. Realizing he wasn't going to get one, William snatched the box out of her hand and told Elizabeth he had made a mistake. He got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. He dropped the key in his junk drawer and threw the box into the trash. He told her he didn't feel like watching the other movie and was going to bed.


Elizabeth's lack of speech had her sitting in the dark alone, wondering what the hell just happened. One minute she and William were laughing and having a great time eating, drinking and watching the movie and the next they were in separate rooms. She turned off the TV and walked into the bedroom. William wasn't asleep. He was writing. She crawled beside him on the bed and laid her head on his arm. She told him she was sorry. William stopped writing and without saying a word, he placed his poetry journal in the bedside table drawer. He undressed, turned off the light and got under the covers with his back turned to her.

When flesh and flesh meet
Nothing can stop their union
When heart and heart meet
Nothing can stop the passion
When soul and soul kiss
Who can stop the love?


When Elizabeth woke, she wanted to wake up to William's soft lip kisses and begging erection but he wasn't there. Last night her nervousness and delayed reaction made sure of that. Even sleep wasn't a friend to her as she tossed and turned, wanting to reach out to him. Unfortunately, her blonde lover had made it clear he didn't want to talk to her while he slept with his back to her all night. Elizabeth hurt William and saying sorry wasn't going to fix it. She owed him more than that but the words had died in her throat. She never had a problem talking to him before, so why now? It was the key that damn key. The shiny silver metal lying in small box had signified he wanted more. Elizabeth was scared and unsure she could give William what he wanted.

Her eyes wondered around the room and focused on his bedside drawer. Last night he told her he was going to bed but when she walked into the bedroom, he was writing like a man possessed. Letting her curiosity get the better of her, Elizabeth opened the drawer and pulled out his leather journal. She opened it to the last few written pages and began to read a poem titled "I Long".


I long for whispers in the morning
about the splendor we shared
I long to tell you how I am yours
to hear how you are mine
I need to look into your eyes
so I can watch you looking back

I long for the remembering of the time
we first made love and we were still
and I was happy to be inside you
and in that moment it was enough
that connection made as we laid still
It was my heart
that pumped and pumped and pumped

I long to hear your voice in my ear
the silent speeches from your eyes
the fullness of your mouth
when holding back a torrent of things
I know you want to say "This is deep"
Baby its very grand!

I long to share my emotions with you
although spontaneous
once placed, they're unchanging
no matter what

and if I move on in life
you will always be with me
not like a ball to a chain
but like an arm to a hand
this is getting serious
doesn't look like it's going away

I long to have a life that allows my love
for you to be protected
and always to express myself
to slide my voice into your heart

I long for you to lick me with your tongue
for you to take me and never let me go inside your heaven
so that I can feel your want

I long to have your arms wrapped around me
and to watch your shadows as the sun moves
from east to west
to the night of the moon
and airy breath of the stars
my sight of them could never be impaired
by clouds
for I shall always see through them
I am invincible
and so to my love
is my affinity to life

and it's now inclusive of you
and I share with you
that I long I long
I long...


Elizabeth covered her mouth with her hand. William's beautiful words had reached inside her chest and touched her heart. She wasn't surprised by her blonde lover's words as she stared into space, seeing their entire relationship flash before her eyes. It had evolved into something much more than passionate sex. They had been together for several months now and in their stolen hours away including since Rupert's been gone, she and William had become lovers, friends and soul mates. When she was apart from him, he lingered in her thoughts like smoke in a man's pipe and when they were together, her SPIRIT was right. Every kiss, every touch, every look he gave her and just everything about him was a constant reminder she was with the wrong British man.


In the last two years, she and Rupert had forgotten the reasons why they married each other. There was no more room for them to grow. Rupert was who he was ever going to be while she stopped being who she really was. Although she was grateful for all the things she shared and learned from being with Rupert, she had to face the facts that she had lost interest in those things a long time ago. Elizabeth couldn't remember the last time she visited a museum, went to the opera or picked up a book but she could remember every single thing she and William had ever talked about and how in their stolen hours away, he made her feel like she mattered. He wanted her for her and didn't care if she knew the name of the Indian tribe that put a curse on the ancestors of the men who stole their land or that Charles Dickens was one of the greatest English novelists of all time.

Elizabeth was tired of having to be so damn serious all the time, tired of watching her manners, and speaking when she only had something interesting to say. She preferred lazy days in bed making love, watching old 80's and 90's chick flick classics and having conversations about nothing but discussing them as if they were important. She had that with William and wasn't going to let some stupid key come between them. She relaxed into the pillows and read the poem again, each word made her belly do flip flops as she smiled after reading the line about when they first made love. She closed her eyes, remembering the passion-filled encounter but the memory was short-lived when she heard William open and close the front door. She rushed to place the journal back into the drawer then positioned herself on her side, pretending to be asleep.

*~~~*

William walked towards the bedroom but stopped in the doorway. Elizabeth was still asleep. He watched her a few more seconds before coming into the room. He sat on the bed then lightly ran his hand across her face. He was no longer upset with her. The walk he had taken helped clear his head and helped him come to a decision he didn't want to make but knew it was for the best. He was going to end his relationship with Elizabeth. Things were getting deeper at least for him he discovered. He wanted more but her reaction last night told him she wasn't in the same place as he. If he didn't break things off with her now, it would just make it harder for him to get over her. He loved Elizabeth but she didn't feel the same way and he didn't want to be love's bitch.

William decided to let Elizabeth sleep. He didn't get much last night. He wanted nothing more than to get under the covers with her and hold her in his arms one last time but knowing if he did, he would lose the courage to tell her it was over. He looked at the bedside clock and that's when he noticed the table drawer wasn't completely closed. When he retrieved the leather binder this morning to finish what he had written last night and placed it back, he made sure the drawer was closed.

*~~~*

Elizabeth's heart was racing. William was so close to her and she wanted nothing more than to pull him to her and make everything all right between them again but she wasn't sure she should. She didn't know if William was still upset with her. She didn't want him to reject her like she rejected him last night. She was such a fool. She opened one eye to get a glimpse at his handsome face then closed it quickly when he turned to look at her.

William turned to look at Elizabeth, catching her looking at him. She wasn't asleep and she had read his journal. He shrugged. He didn't care. He was going to share what he had written with her, one day. Now she knew how he felt despite him telling her he loved her the day they argued over Cecily and her husband. He leaned over and whispered her name. When Elizabeth opened her eyes, he had said good morning and placed the journal on her lap. Not one to beat around the bush, William asked her what did she think. Elizabeth, knowing the jig was up, told him she thought it was one of the most beautiful things he had ever written, adding she felt the same way. His eyes watered as he tilted he head to side, staring into her eyes. If what he saw in the green depths were true, then what he was going to ask her should be the answer he was hoping for. William asked Elizabeth if she loved him. When she hesitated, his chest tightened and all he could hear was the sound of his heart pumping in his ears, waiting to be broken. He turned away but Elizabeth grabbed his hand and with her other hand, she grabbed his chin. Elizabeth told William she loved him. He shivered.

They stared into each other eyes, each seeing the love with their passion bleeding through. Elizabeth told William to take off his shirt. He did while she looked at his well-defined chest before telling him to remove his pants. She smiled as he stood to honor her request and sat back on the bed. No matter how many times Elizabeth had seen William naked; she was still awed by the sight of such male perfection. She wanted to touch him but restrained herself. She pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed to stand in front of him. William looked up at her.

*~~~*

Elizabeth placed her hands on the sides of his face. Lowering her head, she kissed his brow, his eyelids, the bridge and then the tip of his nose. She kissed his lips, his chin, and his jaw line. Looking down, she couldn't wait to kiss the rest of him as she watched his cock come to life before her eyes. Slowly, she lowered her body while she kissed his neck, shoulders and chest. When she was down on her knees, she wedged her body between his legs then placed her hand on his stomach and told him to lie back. Her lips and tongue dipped into his naval then explored the hard creases in his left and right set of abs while the smooth tip of his erection brushed her chin. Further down south, she kissed the head of his maleness resting there then snaked her tongue down the length to his sac. The tip of her tongue caressed the sensitive flesh, teasing it to produce the clear sticky excitement that oozed from the slit. Every few seconds she would trial hot wet kisses back up the length to lick it away before returning to his sac while her hands rubbed the insides of his thighs.

Elizabeth looked up to see William's handsome face change expressions while she used her hot breath to stimulate the flexing muscle before taking him into her mouth. She savored the taste of him, feeling the tiny pulse against the roof of her mouth. Her hands gathered on his cock to caress, squeeze, push and pull him deeper in rhythm with her suction. His cock was smooth over her tongue as she traveled to the underside with the tip of her tongue then with the edge of her teeth. Over and over again she took him in, gaining momentum until she his clouded excitement filled her mouth. She swallowed and kept him there as the pulse inside his cock became faint and he softened.

*~~~*

William let out a sharp hiss and his eyes rolled shut. His hips jerked upward and his mouth opened involuntarily. Elizabeth's mouth was as sweet as her quim, wet and inviting. He moaned his pleasure as she took him in deeper while her hot urgent tongue left wet trails on his entire length. Each time his hardness united with her warm oral kiss he desperately wanted to come and come he did while his hands rested on top of her head as he ejaculated into her mouth, saying her name with a slow sigh.

He pulled her on top of him and lifted one of her blonde locks and stretched it across his chest. He kissed the top of her head, feeling a ray of hope. There was a chance he and Elizabeth could be together. She loved him and he wasn't going to push her into leaving her husband, yet. Loving him was enough and it was only matter of time until she realized that happily ever after was with him.

We are immersed in our love and ourselves
A pleasurable drowning in love's deep waters
Drenched in passion's liquid heat
Soaked in each other's emotions


Elizabeth doubled checked her suitcase, purse, and briefcase to make sure she had everything for work and her weekend with William. She was excited and looked forward to the change in scenery, hoping it would help get her mind off of what she and Rupert discussed last night. He called to inform her he would be returning late Sunday night and she wasn't thrilled about it. She wanted to end the call quickly like all the others, but Rupert didn't catch the hint. He began telling her how much he enjoyed his stay in California and the things he accomplished. She didn't want to know about it, preferring he filled her in when he got back.

Judging by the excited way he rambled on, Elizabeth hoped he would extend his trip, so much for hoping. Quickly bored with the conversation, the urge to tune him out had taken over. He did all the talking while she looked through a fashion magazine to catch up on the latest trends but when he informed her the company who sought his expertise offered him a job he got her attention and to make matters worse, Rupert considered taking the job. Elizabeth made it clear to him she wasn't moving back to California but he ignored her and discussed how much the offer would benefit his career. Elizabeth was angry. She wanted to hang up on him but if she did, he would have an excuse to tell her she was acting like a child. She hated when he said things like that to her.

Elizabeth stared off into space, thinking how her life would be without William. The thoughts twisted her heart and she couldn't take it anymore. She abruptly ended the conversation with Rupert and hung up without waiting for him to say good-bye. She took a deep breath and called William but not to discuss what she and Rupert talked about. She wanted to be comforted by the sound of his voice and to hear the soft caress of his breath in her ear.

Without letting on something was bothering her, Elizabeth tried to sound upbeat but right way he knew something was wrong. William asked if she wanted to talk about it but she said 'no'. He didn't push her but he succeeded in cheering her up, when he suggested they go away for their last weekend together. He told her he would make all of the arrangements and the only thing she needed to do was plan to leave work early on Friday and meet him at the coffee house during lunch hour.

*~~~*

William sat back in his office chair and remembered the conversation he had with Elizabeth Thursday night. He wasn't expecting her to call since he had spoken with her earlier that night. She started off excited as if she didn't speak to him two hours before, alerting him that something was wrong. He was hesitant to ask if her mood had anything to do with her husband, so he didn't mention him. William sighed. He never understood why he and Elizabeth could talk about everything imaginable, except her relationship with her husband.

William knew he was an older, British, and distinguished looking. If he didn't know Elizabeth and saw those two walking down the street, William would have thought Rupert was her father. Then it occurred to him, maybe that was the reason why she married him. Her own dad abandoned Elizabeth and her mother when she was eight, and he rarely spent any time with her as she got older.

Despite Elizabeth telling him in the coffee house she was happily married, William wasn't convinced. A happily married woman didn't cheat on her husband, leading him to speculate all she wanted from him was sex, so naturally he assumed old Ruppie wasn't putting it to her on a regular basis or making her see stars. Elizabeth was in her prime and a woman in her prime needed to be satisfied as often as possible.

One day he let his curiosity get the better of him and decided to Goggle her husband. William found out what Rupert did for a living and was quite impressed. The man appeared to be a brilliant sought after archeologist and right away, William speculated a man in his field didn't have time for anything, except his work. What was hard for William to fathom was how could her husband not want to give his undivided attention to such a beautiful, lively, and passionate woman.

William vowed he would try to give Elizabeth all the things she needed and quickly discovered it came naturally. They were perfect together and he wanted their last weekend to be special because she was special. He made plans for them to stay at the bed and breakfast and managed to get the same cottage where they first made love. They both arranged to leave work early and meet at the coffee house and rather than take the train, William rented a car. Feeling anxious, he glanced at his watch. In less than two hours, they would be on their way.

*~~~*

Elizabeth snuggled against William. They rode in comfortable silence and twenty minutes into the drive, snow flurries began to fall. When they arrived, the area looked like a winter wonderland. Elizabeth stepped out of the car and inhaled the cool, crisp fresh air. Although it was only her second visit, she was falling in love with the place all over again. The smile of her face broadened. Elizabeth loved upstate New York and the peace and tranquility the area provided. It was a means of escape from the fast-paced city life.

A few times she discussed with Rupert moving there but he claimed the commute would be too much for him. Elizabeth thought his reason was nonsense but she knew pushing the issue was a waste of time. Rupert would have put up a brick wall and not wanting to run into it, she never mentioned moving there again.

Suddenly, thoughts of his return invaded her mind but they vanished when she felt the warmth from William's embrace. His strong arms wrapped around her like a blanket, soothing her. Elizabeth turned around to face him, placing her arms around his neck, while her fingers played with the hair at the nape. She thanked him for bringing her there, then kissed him.

William responded passionately to the kiss, deepening it as his mouth opened and closed around hers. He secured his arms tightly around her waist and pulled her closer. His hands moved to caress her back and neck. In a surprising move, he dipped her without breaking contact from her mouth while one of his hands stroked her cheek as her petite frame rested against his arm.

The compulsion to dip Elizabeth came unexpected. He guessed being there triggered his romantic side. The bed and breakfast was their sanctuary and for the next two days and two nights, William wanted to see everything Elizabeth was seeing and feel everything she was feeling. He wanted to get lost in her and erect a barbed wire fence around them, keeping out the rest of the world.

Elizabeth felt a warm tingle around her face and shoulders as her mind drifted in bliss. She didn't anticipate being dipped but William's romantic gesture did leave her weak with wanting. His tongue caressed hers and it was a struggle to tear her mouth away from his but she needed to breath. She looked into his eyes. The look of love she saw in the blue depths made her shiver and smile. Being with him in the place where she defined and hoped to redefine passion and ecstasy, was the only place she wanted to be.

*~~~*

Hand in hand, they approached the white Victorian style house but when it was time to enter, William felt Elizabeth's hand tense around his. He took that as a sign she didn't want to go in. He understood and without saying a word, he escorted her to the wooden swing on the huge wrap around porch. He kissed her on the forehead and told her he wouldn't be long.

William walked into the warm, welcoming house and right away, the friendly owner recognized him. They engaged in small talk while William registered under the names Mr. and Mrs. William Hawthorne for the second time. Out of habit, the owner viewed what he wrote then looked out the huge window at the blonde woman swinging on the porch. William followed his eyes and together, they watched Elizabeth. The old man commented on how beautiful he thought his wife was then winked at William before handing him the key.

The owner informed him lunch was still being served in the main dining area. William nodded his head and before exiting, he noticed a massive wall covered in picture frames of couples. The first time he was there, he never noticed them but time was of the essence on that day. He walked closer to the wall for further inspection then inquired about them. The owner was more than happy to share his wall of lasting love.


Elizabeth knew it was foolish not to go inside. But ever since her run-in with Gwen, she needed to be more discreet. Then she quickly realized even that was foolish since she and William were at least an hour away from the city in an almost isolated area. She rocked back and forth in the swing and scanned the grounds. She counted six small cottages then guessed there were at least five bedrooms inside the huge house. Even if the bed and breakfast was filled to capacity, there weren't a lot of people there. She took in deep breath then let it out. It was okay to let her guard down she thought. Soon, William joined her on the porch and apologized for taking so long. He asked if she was hungry. Elizabeth smirked. It was a stupid question because she was always hungry.

*~~~*

They were sitting at a table with a lovely view of the lake. They were enjoying their meals, eating and feeding each other off their plates. Elizabeth giggled and exchanged playful banter with William. She felt relaxed and happy, allowing herself to take pleasure in everything William. She focused, with interest, on his sensual mouth, longing for his kisses in every size and structure. He acknowledged her with smiles and winks, as if he could clearly see her thoughts as if she had spoken them a loud. She wanted him.

William saw the longing in Elizabeth's eyes. He was happy to be there with her, despite the nagging thoughts of her husband's return. Limits would be placed on their relationship again but that was to be expected. However, this time he could handle it. Her declaration of love would sustain him and maybe, if what the owner said was true, a little help from magic.

He chuckled to himself, remembering the wink the old man gave him. He knew Elizabeth wasn't his wife. Maybe it was the absence of a wedding ring on his finger or perhaps his first visit. William registered as Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne but only stayed a few hours. In places like this, couples usually stayed overnight. William guessed the old man saw a lot in his business and knew not to poke his nose in others.

He blinked to erase the thoughts and refocused his attention back to Elizabeth. She was staring at him again. He grabbed her hand and brought it to his mouth. William gave each finger a wet kiss with tongue.

Elizabeth sighed and pulled her licked-wet fingers from William's lips. She giggled when he pouted, noticing his bottom lip was glistening with salvia. She sucked on her own bottom lip as if stating she wanted to do the same for him. The thought put a heated blush on her face. She wanted to feel his lips on hers but resisted the urge to lean across the table, but William was making it difficult. The come hither look in his eyes were corrupted with passion, making her blush even more, but Elizabeth remained in her seat for fear of committing a live sex act on the dining room floor.

*~~~*

William held the door open for Elizabeth. She waited until the door closed before giving into the overwhelming need to feel the softness of his lips. The intensity of the soul-stirring kiss made her heart beat rapidly in her chest and her vagina.

When their lips parted, William whispered the words de ja vu. She smiled in acknowledgment and held his hand. Although heading for their cottage seemed likely, William wanted to walk along the man-made trials, leading into the woods. Elizabeth thought it was a good idea. She thought the scenery, with all the light snow about, was breathtaking and wanted to appreciate what Mother Nature created.

When they approached the trails, she released his hand and hooked her arm around his and placed her head on his shoulder. They walked arm and arm through the wintered greenery, taking it all in until the trials ended on the other side of the large white Victorian house.

Elizabeth spotted a beautiful wood carved gazebo. She shared with William her love of gazebos and how, in happier times, her parents had one built for her in the backyard of their home. She shared with him the happy memory of playing with her dolls under it as well as the unhappy memories, sitting under it for hours to avoid listening to her parents argue then she clammed up.

Sensing she needed comfort, William wrapped his arms around her shoulders. Elizabeth placed her head on his chest and they remained like that for several long minutes. Wanting to change the mood, William pulled out a Swiss army knife; he borrowed from the owner, out of his coat pocket. He stood up and grabbed Elizabeth by the hand, leading her back into the woods until he found the perfect tree.

Naturally, she asked him what was he doing but he ignored her to focus on the task of carving their initials into the tree. When he was done, William stepped away, allowing Elizabeth to see the initials WH and ES written in the center of a heart. Though her true initials were EG, she didn't feel the need to correct him and although what he did was possibly fatal to the tree, she thought it was romantic.

*~~~*

On their way back, William decided to tell Elizabeth the reason why he carved their initials into the tree. According to the owner, if the initials of lovers are carved into any of the trees in the woods, the lovers will be together forever. Elizabeth stopped and asked William did he really believe it and he told her it couldn't hurt. Elizabeth stared at him, silent in her thoughts. The only way for them to be together forever meant she had to leave Rupert. Then she wondered if William's romantic gesture was his way of asking her to do it. He stepped closer to her and looked into her eyes. Her breathing began to accelerate. She could see his longing. The same longing she read in his poetry.

Elizabeth's thoughts were so plain that William thought he was invading her privacy by looking at her. She had to know he wanted her to leave Rupert. He moved closer to her and asked her to and without waiting for an answer, he swept her up in his arms and kissed her long and deep, stealing her breath away. William poured every ounce of love he had for her into the kiss. Slowly, parting his lips from hers, he told her he truly wanted an eternity with her then captured her lips into another heated kiss.

Elizabeth was at the mercy of William's kiss. Their lips bonded as if they were made solely for each other. Tears flooded her eyes and crept out of the sides. The moist friction created from the kiss overwhelmed her with emotion. She gasped against his mouth but quickly returned her lips to his. The kiss grew deeper, wetter, and harder.

Elizabeth didn't have to say a word. William already knew she was teetering on the edge to leave Rupert and by asking her to leave him was the nudge she needed. She was going to do it. She wasn't happy despite what she told him in the coffee house. She felt love for Rupert but William's presence in her life made her realize there was a difference in loving somebody and being in love.

Her answer was 'yes' but she needed to tell him that. It was important for William to know where he stood with her. When he tore his mouth away from hers, she was prepared to speak but his whispered words worked on her like a drug. She felt them all throughout her body. She wanted and eternity with him too.

When he kissed her again, she felt his love slicing into her, leaving sweet wounds but she still needed to answer him to make the moment real and for fear it would disappear. She pulled away from him, letting her breath fan his lips. She fixed her eyes on his and told him 'yes' and at that moment, she felt like they exchanged vows and then she kissed him.

William's heart swelled and tears sprang to his eyes. He thought he would explode from happiness. He was fulfilled and the winner of the silent competition he was having with her husband. Rupert had a treasure William wanted to possess and why not, it wasn't like the sod knew her value.

The wetness on his grew wetter but not from more tears. William opened his eyes but kept on kissing her. Snow flurries began to fall again, melting on their heated faces and mixing with their shed tears.

Their mouth-tangling embrace made Elizabeth feel like she was floating but she was quickly brought back down to earth, when William broke their kiss and picked her up to carry her the short distance to their cottage.

She felt a sudden shiver of awareness. All of the small cottages looked alike from the outside but somehow Elizabeth knew the one they were approaching was the exact same one they shared their first passionate encounter. Her eyes sparked with remembered pleasure and she could feel the beating of her heart in her lips, her nipples and between her legs.

William carried her over the threshold then placed her on her feet. He removed both their coats and grabbed her by the waist, flinging them both onto the brass bed. Elizabeth felt like they were going back in time. She turned on her side and surveyed the cozy cottage. Nothing had changed. She ran her hand across the white linen, remembering how amazing they were together, lips touching, breath caressing, bodies perspiring.

William spooned her from the back, propping his head up on one elbow while his other hand rested on her stomach. They were quite. Elizabeth reached for his hand and played with his fingers. Thoughts of missing him entered her mind. He asked her what she was thinking about. She told him she was thinking about him. William removed his hand from hers and grabbed her chin, turning her face to meet his. The position was awkward but he managed to place a sweet kiss on her lips. When their lips parted, she lingered a while longer before turning her head away.

William placed a kiss to the back of her head, enjoying the ever-present fresh scent of exotic flowers trapped in her hair. He encouraged her to talk and finally they discussed Rupert's return, her departure, and what would happen in the next few days. William told her he would give her time to let everything settle and understood if they didn't talk or see each other as often. He figured she would need her space but when she was ready, he would welcome her with open arms.

*~~~*

On the sweat dampened bed, their feasting mouths probed, sucked and devoured in wild joy. William's teasing fingers delved deep followed by even deeper thrusts of his cock. The teasing and thrusting was so intense, it seared Elizabeth's soul as their bodies collided in heat.

The slick wet noise of deep penetration, the taking and releasing of breaths, and the sounds made from head-thrown-back pleasure filled the small cottage. William was drowning in Elizabeth's heat, scent, breath and taste. Their bodies made one by the joining of their sexes.

Elizabeth felt like she was sinking into a world where it was only the two of them, mouth-to-mouth and stomach-to-stomach. She was coming, voicing her ecstasy through exaggerated sounds of the letter M followed by the word 'yes' then the word 'oh' and another 'yes'. It seemed to never end. William acknowledged her pleasure with his own as the muscles in her quim squeezed, licked and tickled him to orgasm.

They remained locked long after William softened inside her and after the sweat dried. They kissed each other softly and whispered how much they loved each other. William laid his head on the small firm pillows of her breasts, quickly losing his battle with sleep.

Elizabeth welcomed the weight of his head then wrapped her small arm around him in a possessive way. A lazy smile, distorted by the call of sleep, formed on her face as she felt HIS heart beating in her chest as if they were one body. A single tear of happiness rolled down her cheek. She had found the perfect mate for her soul.

The last time Rupert spoke with Elizabeth was on Thursday night. He tried calling her at home and on her cell phone but she didn't answer or return his calls. Finally he gave up and boarded the plane. Maybe she would be home by the time he arrived, he thought.

He settled into his first class seat with thoughts of his wife being AWOL settling with him. He didn't like it when he couldn't get a hold of her, especially on the weekend and her job was another matter. On Friday, he tried calling her there but got her voice mail. Wondering where she could be, he called the receptionist for her floor and the young woman informed him Elizabeth was gone for the remainder of the day. Thinking maybe she left work early because she was sick, Rupert asked the young woman if Elizabeth had taken ill. The young woman couldn't confirm. After hanging up, Rupert called home again, hoping Elizabeth would pick up. He wanted to tell her he had managed to get an earlier flight.

He removed his glasses and began cleaning them, then asked the passing stewardess to bring him a cup of tea. He continued cleaning his glasses, while thinking of reasons to explain why he couldn't get a hold of Elizabeth. Maybe she was shopping, maybe she lost her cell phone, or maybe she was with friends, he thought. In his heart, Rupert knew these reasons were rubbish and finally entertained the thought that Elizabeth was indeed having an affair.

Rupert had his suspicions and they were confirmed when Gwen told him about the white-headed blonde man, with the handsomely striking features she saw Elizabeth with in the coffee house near her home. Putting two and two together, Rupert thought back on the night he saw the same man that matched Gwen's description with Elizabeth in the lobby of her building. He would never forget the way the blonde man looked at his wife.

Rupert and Gwen talked in length when she further revealed she was almost positive she saw Elizabeth with the same young man before. She stated she remembered seeing Elizabeth sitting by the window of the same coffee house several months ago. However, she did admit she couldn't get a good look because she was in a hurry to make the opening curtain of her favorite opera but she did notice the pair held hands. Suspecting Gwen was only trying to start trouble, he decided not to believe her nor ask Elizabeth about it. He and Gwen's friendship was strained ever since he married Elizabeth. The look on her face when he told her he was getting married was like the sweetest revenge.

It started when Rupert began teaching at Columbia. Gwen taught there for several months before he arrived and when they were introduced by the Dean, he was immediately smitten with her. They had to share an office for several weeks until his was ready and quickly became friends after discovering the abundance of things they had in common. She liked to read the classics, enjoyed the opera and was equally passionate about her work, as he was. Gwen was the perfect woman for him and Rupert wanted to take things further.

After several months, he finally got the nerve to ask her out. She turned him down and told him she didn't think it was wise to date someone she worked with. Rupert tried to understand but felt her reason had more to do with his looks and age. There was only a three-year age difference but Gwen looked much younger and he soon found out she also preferred younger men. On several occasions, he had the displeasure of seeing her in the company of a few younger blokes at various archeology functions and black tie affairs held by the university for the faculty, staff and alumni.

Feeling his self-esteem plummet, Rupert threw himself into his work earning prestige and recognition on several archeological discoveries. He was world-renowned in his field and even appeared on television. There were articles written about him, certifying him as an expert in his field and later he started lecturing at other universities including Columbia where he met Elizabeth. When he spotted her glowing face in the audience, it silenced him. It was the first time in years he had lost his train of thought in a room filled with students and his colleagues.

After the lecture, one of his favorite students, a red headed girl whose name he couldn't remember, introduced them. He and Elizabeth exchanged pleasantries and quickly the red headed girl began telling him how much she enjoyed the lecture. While the enthusiastic girl spoke, Elizabeth was giving him the most heart stopping stare and smile, causing him to tune her friend out. It wasn't until after several moments he realized she was silently flirting with him. He was flattered and decided to flirt back, which was certainly out of character for him but she brought out something in him he hadn't felt in ages. This young beautiful blonde girl made him feel young again. He liked the feeling and wanted to keep feeling that way, so he took a chance and asked her out to dinner. The only thing they had in common was that she thought he was brilliant.

Elizabeth was young and full of life, sexy and passionate and most of all she liked him and at the time it was enough for Rupert. For a whole year they were inseparable, then he asked her to marry him. He thrived off her youth and he enriched her with his knowledge, introducing her to the arts and literature. Two years into the marriage, Rupert realized he had made a mistake in marrying Elizabeth. She was too young for him and he was too old for her and not just in years. He couldn't keep up and he couldn't compete with her youthfulness and he didn't want to. He was too busy having a love affair with his work.

The last two years had brought more recognition and prestige then he could ever hope for, making it difficult to balance his marriage and career. He knew he needed to make a choice and before he knew it, he was spending more and more time away from Elizabeth, only occasionally trying to spend time with her when he noticed she had stopped trying. She was spending more time at work, or so he thought. She never complained or brought up the fact that he was doing the same. They were drifting apart and rather than ask for a divorce and admit he had actually failed at something, Rupert just pretended it wasn't happening and then of course, to prove the naysayers wrong, especially Gwen.

Rupert chuckled. He found it comically disturbing when Gwen started flirting with him soon after she found out he was dating Elizabeth and even more so when he and his young girlfriend got married. He refused to indulge her until one night they found themselves working on a joint project. He had received a call from Elizabeth, telling him she was going to be working late AGAIN, which was becoming more frequent than he liked as the months passed. He tried to understand, even though she was just a marketing representative at a rather small art firm. He decided to work late too but didn't bother to tell her, then asked Gwen to stay late with him. He knew she would jump at the chance. She was just as committed to her work as he was. He really liked that quality about her and that night, they managed to finish the project ahead of schedule and decided to have a drink afterwards to celebrate. One drink led to many more and before he knew it, they were back at her place, shagging their brains out.

Feeling guilty about his indiscretion with Gwen, Rupert called home to check on Elizabeth. He was surprised she wasn't home yet. It was pretty late. He couldn't reach her on her cell phone and decided to stop by her office. Since he wasn't home to prepare dinner for them, he picked up her favorite Chinese take out. When he entered her building, he recognized her standing at the security desk. He also noticed a young blonde man standing only a short distance from her. The look on the young man's face made Rupert stop in his tracks and although Elizabeth's body language appeared detached, there was no mistaking his. There was an intimate awareness about him and the look of longing on the young man's face convinced Rupert something wasn't right. He knew that look all too well. The expression on the young man's face was the same one he wore when he was fawning over Gwen and it was at that moment Rupert wanted to know who the man was and what the hell was going on.

He hoped Elizabeth would give him the answers he was seeking, but she only made him feel guilty for asking and even got angry when he suggested she wasn't telling him the truth. Besides considering what he had done, he realized he could be perpetuating his own guilt onto her. It was wise to let it go, but the memory of what he saw on the young man's face would be forever embedded in his mind.

*~~~~*

Spike and Buffy had dinner in the main dinning room then joined two other couples for drinks and charades in the parlor. After three rounds, they were victorious, having won each round. Laughing, Spike would pull Elizabeth into a tight embrace and kiss her passionately, ignoring the other couples cheering them on. It was the third kiss that convinced them it was time to call it a night. It was also their last night together before they had to return to the city and they didn't particularly want to spend those precious hours cheesing it up with strangers.

After bidding the other couples good night, William and Elizabeth practically ran the entire distance back to their cottage, stopping to kiss and fondle each other along the way as their passion flared with each step. The cottage door slammed against the unsuspecting wall but the moment it closed, raw fire erupted between them. The red-hot lovers began stripping away their clothes. There were no words just the sounds of heavy breathing, the smacking of full lips against full lips, vulnerable buttons popping, the sound of zippers unzipping and seams splitting.

*~~~~*

Rupert exited the yellow cab in front of his home. The Saturday morning paper greeted him at the front door. Entering the foyer, he stepped on the small pile of mail on the hardwood floor. He picked up the mail, placing it on the console with the newspaper. He called out Elizabeth's name but didn't get an answer. He then looked at his watch. It was 5:30 and she still wasn't home.

He cut off the light in the foyer and made a beeline for his study, stopping along the way to cut off the light in the living room. Everything was just as he left it. Nothing was out of place. He poured himself a glass of Scotch and sat in his high wingback chair. He thought about calling Elizabeth again, but changed his mind. She was clearly too busy with other things...or rather too busy with someone. His jaw tightened. He knew he shouldn't be too angry. He did shag Gwen...but at least he knew it was a mistake and one he wished to never repeat again, contrary to his wife running around like some whore, making him look like a fool. What if other colleagues besides Gwen had seen her? He would be a laughing stock. He hoped Gwen would keep her mouth shut but he knew it was unlikely. She had taken a perverse pleasure in telling him what she had witnessed. She would probably gain even more pleasure in sharing it with others, who would no doubt take pleasure in knowing how the mighty had fallen. Soon, it would be in the gossip columns and he would have to deal with people pitying him...or worse, snickering and whispering how it was bound to happen, most likely insinuating that Elizabeth was only with him for his money. Morosely he drank his scotch without stopping, pouring himself another and drinking it rapidly like the first one. He poured himself another drink, before standing. He walked into the foyer to retrieve the mail and sat at his desk. He took a large gulp of his drink and stared intently at the envelopes before him wondering why there was so much. Then it hit him. Elizabeth probably hadn't been home at all and wouldn't be coming back home anytime soon and it explained why the paper was left on the porch.

Rupert stared off into space. It made perfect sense. He hadn't spoken to her in two days and she obviously didn't have enough intelligence to hide her indiscretions properly. Tightening his hand around his glass, he placed it to his lips and gulped the rest down. He slammed the empty glass on his desk, nearly smashing it. Blindly, he reached for a piece of the mail, desperate to occupy his mind with something other than thoughts of Elizabeth with her young lover.

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The saltiness of sex and the sweet scent of passion permeated the twisted sheets as their twisted limbs connected in fucking awe. They were drowning in each other's heat, scent, and breath. From the movement of her lips on his shoulder to the wet rotation of his tongue on her nipples, flesh impacted flesh as Elizabeth laid bare, sweating, her thighs open and only a scream away from release.

William wanted every inch of her flesh against every inch of his flesh as they wrestled underneath the bed sheets, lost in the taste and texture of each other. A whisper of his name from her lips and a tease of her tongue increased the unrelieved pressure that flexed his spine, seeking an outlet. His thrusts increased and she was right there with him as the wet smacks of their lust finally delivered them from their sexual madness. Locked like mating insects, their bodies stilled but their tongues continued to fill each other's mouths until they parted for air then whispered how much they loved each other.

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Rupert opened the envelope and immediately knew something was wrong. There were numerous charges from some hotel he didn't recognize. He made a mental note to contact his credit card company about the charges, and then he saw the bill belonged to Elizabeth. He studied it more carefully. There were three separate charges from the same hotel, including other charges for various department stores and lingerie stores. His jaw tightened again when he realized what he was reading was yet more confirmation of Elizabeth's cheating. It had opened the floodgate to many others...like the classic working after hours and how it was sometimes impossible to get a hold of her on those nights. The new lingerie and how, when she would come home, she would immediately dash up the stairs to shower before greeting him with a kiss and a hug like she usually did. There were others things...like during one of their rare couplings she seemed so distant and now he knew why. Her thoughts were with someone else and that someone was the man he watched ogling her when he paid a surprise visit to her office. The same man he overheard her speaking to on the phone late one night, the same man who he heard Elizabeth whisper his name in her sleep. William was his name or rather... William, oh God William...as she had put it. Rupert needed another drink.

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Elizabeth gave William a long kiss goodbye before exiting the car. It was a beautiful Sunday morning and their unforgettable weekend was over. It was time for her to prepare herself for Rupert's arrival and the evitable talk they needed to have. She retrieved her suitcase from the backseat then lowered her head inside the car window to tell William she would call him later. She watched him drive off before approaching the stairs leading to her unhappy home.

One thing struck her as odd as she made her way up the stairs, dragging her suitcase and briefcase behind her. She expected to see the Saturday and Sunday morning papers on the porch but shrugged it off, thinking someone must have stolen them. She unlocked and opened the front door and froze. The light in the foyer and living room were turned off and the light in Rupert's study was on. Elizabeth deliberately left those two lights on when she left the house Friday morning. She had an uncomfortable feeling in her stomach and the sounds coming from Rupert's study only made it worse. At first she thought someone had broken into the house. Then she thought what were the odds of the thief locking her front door after taking what he wanted, but rather than face what was ahead of her now, she wished it were truly a thief. It was apparent Rupert was home, causing the uncomfortable feeling in her stomach to work in sync with the hard pounding of her heart. Elizabeth was panicking and wondering why the hell he was home. She wasn't expecting him until later, much later. She looked at her watch. It was 1pm and she had no idea how long he had been home. Why didn't he call her but then she remembered William had turned off her cell phone in a playful gesture so they wouldn't be disturbed and although she meant to turn it back on, she had gotten so lost in their magical time together, she let it slip her mind.

She heard Rupert call her name, unnerving the hell out of her even more. He didn't sound too happy. Quickly she opened the hall closet, placing her suitcase and briefcase inside before acknowledging him. She headed straight down the long hallway wiping her sweaty hands on her jeans as she struggled to make the panic recede.

The curtains in the study were closed and the room was still dark despite the small lamp. One of Rupert's precious books was lying open on his desk with a near empty bottle of scotch beside it. She marked his book before closing it and nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard his voice come out of the darkness...with the one question she never thought she would hear him utter. He asked her who the other man was. She didn't reply. He asked her the same question again but this time he was much louder. Again, Elizabeth chose silence, looking at him. She could barely see his form sitting in the chair until he stood up and walked towards her. Her instincts told her to take a step back, then another and another until her back was almost against the wall. She didn't want to talk to Rupert in the dark.

Without looking away from him, she turned on the lights. They both squinted their eyes, trying to focus on each other. Rupert's face was blank but the look in his eyes was unmistakable. He was angry and she could smell the strong liquor on his breath. She still didn't try to reply until he asked her if she was going to answer his question. Then she began to stutter but before any actual words graced her lips, he told her not to bother. Not if she thought she was going to lie her way out of it. Elizabeth went silent. Humorlessly, he laughed and walked passed her, grabbing the half-empty bottle of scotch off his desk.

Rupert flopped down in the leather chair in front of his desk and filled his empty glass. He gulped it down and then looked at her. He asked her how long has it been going on. She hesitated. Abruptly he stood, angrily demanding she answer him. She jumped, and then backed further against the wall. He rushed towards her, grabbing her by her forearms, yelling at her that he wasn't a fool. A little sob escaped her; she told him she was sorry. Rupert released her then asked her if she loved him. She hesitated then told him she was in love with the other man. He chuckled then replied that was good because HE didn't love her anymore. She wasn't shocked by his admission but what he said next did shock her. He told her he couldn't say he hadn't seen it coming and was surprised their marriage lasted as long as it did.

No longer at a loss for words, she wanted him to elaborate but she didn't wait for his answer. She answered for him, blurting out that he married her knowing the marriage would fail. She asked him then why didn't he ask her for a divorce. He told her he was too busy to deal with it and wanted her to be the one to ask first so it would look like he wasn't the one who failed. She laughed and then called him a bastard and acknowledged she was once again a poor second after his work. He told her she knew how important his work was to him before she married him and that if she wanted to screw around, he would have preferred she divorced him and spared him the embarrassment.

Elizabeth could feel herself getting angry. She folded her arms across her chest and shook her head before telling him he needed to get over himself and that everything wasn't all about him. Rupert had a smug look on his face and she itched to slap it away. Instead, she kept her arms locked to her body then acknowledged out loud that her mother and friends were right all along. She should have never married him. Still wearing the annoying smug, Rupert stood and walked over to her. He leaned into her face until their noses were almost touching and told her she should have listened to them before he pulled away, giving Elizabeth the room she needed to slap him across the face before shouting he had never loved her. Rupert didn't see that coming but couldn't help feeling satisfied that he had hurt her in the same way she hurt him. He told himself he was long over it, but acknowledged he still had feelings for Elizabeth.

No longer taking pleasure in the hurtful things he'd said to her, his face softened. He apologized to her and stated he didn't regret having her in his life. She arched a brow at him and he took that as a sign to continue. He told Elizabeth she made him feel young again and helped him recapture his youth since so much of it was spent with his nose in books. What she gave him was something he needed at the time and for that, he would forever be grateful to her and that he did love her...at least in the beginning, but those feelings were long gone. He touched her face, giving her a weak smile and told her she needed to be with someone who made her happy and that it was better if that someone was closer to her own age. After a small moment of silence, he added that he needed to be with someone his own age as well.

Elizabeth moved away from him and she responded by bringing up Gwen's name as someone he would be better off with. She watched him flinch and knew she had touched a nerve. Rupert never flinched...well, except that one time when someone questioned his findings in a study on national television. She concluded he still had feelings for the uptight bitch...but she couldn't find it in her heart to blame him. They had so much in common and seemed perfect for each other.

She remembered the first time she met Gwen. Elizabeth wanted to scratch her eyes out. They were at a one of Rupert's boring functions and Gwen was there with some guy who looked young enough to be in high school. When Rupert introduced them, she insulted and complimented Elizabeth in the same sentence and it was at that moment she knew Gwen was jealous and that was enough to keep Elizabeth from going medieval on her ass. She had something Gwen wanted. Lucky for her, the uptight bitch could have him now.

Rupert downed the rest of his drink, feeling the guilt of having slept with Gwen creeping up on him. He didn't want to engage in conversation about his ex-crush, so he said nothing. They both stood in silence because there was nothing else left to say, resulting in the silent conclusion they had both wanted a divorce but neither one of them had the balls to say it. Rupert told her he would be moving into one of the guest bedrooms and that he would make an appointment with their lawyer in the morning. Quietly he walked out of the study and up the stairs.

Elizabeth exhaled and poured herself a drink; she slowly sat down in the high wing back chair. Her marriage was over and felt regret she didn't do it sooner but then realized if she had, she would have never met William and that she would never regret.

The End

A/N: Yes, there will be an epilogue coming soon and I promise not to wait a whole freaking month to post it.