It was her. He saw her enter the grocery pushing her cart slowly. He wanted to approach her. Would he casually say hi? He was restraining himself. It couldn’t be. He should not.
He found himself silently following her. Ensuring a safe distance in case someone recognizes him. Or her. His eyes followed her movements. Drinking in her presence.
She was wearing a shirt dress and birks. Hair tied in a messy bun and glasses on. She had no make up. She turned, her dress clung to her like second skin when she did. He could clearly see the outline of her full breasts. Surely they’re straining to get free of the contraptions of her brassiere.
He turned away and walked the opposite direction. He should turn away now. It’s not safe for them. They’re too close to home. But he cannot deny the stirring in his loins. How he wanted so much to grab her and press her luscious body close to his. To feel her melt in his arms again. He closed his eyes briefly and rubbed his temples to clear his mind.
She looked at the bags in her cart as she signed the check the cashier gave her. She knew it was him. She knew she had to go. She wanted to call him. But she knew she can’t. She sighed to herself and whispered his name. She pushed her cart and headed for the exit.
It’s as if the universe heard their hearts. A kid came reeling towards her and she had to manuever quickly. He caught the toddler and handed him to his guardian. He turned to her. “Are you okay?” She looked up to him. Not sure about what he meant when he asked her if she was okay. “Ye-yes I’m fine.” She stammered. “Seems like you’not.” He said quietly.
He threw away the pretense and took the cart from her hands. “Where are you parked?” He asked her again. “At the back,” she answered softly. They were out in of the building in a few quick strides.
“Open the trunk,” he said and they loaded her grocery bags. “Where are you parked?” It was her turn to ask. “Just by the curb,” he said trying to catch her eyes.
“Let’s go.” He said holding her hand. She withdrew her hand, “I’ll follow.” She looked around tensely and followed his wake.
He pulled her in a tight embrace the moment she went in the black suv. “I missed you Claire,” he whispered before capturing her lips in a kiss.
Claire slanted her face and gave in. She moaned and opened her lips giving way to his darting tongue.
She was panting when he pulled away. “I can’t be long.” He nooded and put the key into ignition.
He held her hand while he drove. She leaned close to him. He placed her hand on her thigh and gave it a squeeze. Massaging gently with his eyes on the road.
She closed her eyes. Savoring the feel of his palm slowly inching up. Her breath caught when his finger tugged on the sides of her thong.
She was moist. He tried to keep his focus but lost when he heard her rugged breathing. He inserted two fingers inside her slick core and placed his thumb over her nub. Slowly but purposely moving in and out while his thumb circles her clit. Not deep but enough for her to close her eyes and call his name.” Marc,” she whispered breathlessly while her body shudders with release.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. Tasting her. God he loves her sweetness.
Good thing there were not many guests when they walked in the small hotel. A few minutes and they found themselves locked in a tongue to tongue kiss in the elevator. He hissed when she ran her palms over his crotched.
A low growl escaped him when the elevators open.
He pulled her for a kiss soon as they got in. “I feel sticky, let’s take a shower.” She said and started removing her clothes. He followed suit and grabbed her breasts when she removed her bra.
He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as they headed for the bathroom. She planted soft kisses all over his face before capturing his mouth with hers. He put her down and knelt in front of her.
She opened her legs to give him access. Eyes closed, she held on to his head, guiding him. He looked up to her, smiled,…