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I finished the last bite of the monstrously large cheeseburger that I had ordered. I daintily wiped my mouth on the linen napkin provided just as I had been taught to do during afternoon tea as a child.
“If you think wiping your mouth after stuffing that burger into it makes you a proper young lady, then you are delusional!” Flynn chuckled out around a mouthful of his own rather large lobster roll which appeared to be rolled on an entire loaf of French bread.
I quirked up my eyebrow and pointed to his own glutinous mean, “What’s you excuse then, my gallant sir?” To complete the insult, I gave him my best southern belle eyelash flutter just the way Scarlet O’Hara had perfected in Gone with the Wind. Some weapons never lost their punch or their power.
Flynn just snorted, “Everyone knows that men are pigs, dear. That was never in dispute.”
I had to laugh. What woman wouldn’t laugh at that? Then he winked at me as he fairly purred, “Besides, I need my strength for later.”
What was a woman to do? I have no idea, but I reached for the large slice of chocolate cake I had ordered and passed it his way. As I started into his eyes, I released my hold on that wonderful, tall, deeply moist chocolate concoction. “You had better make this worth my while,” I declared in a wobbly voice.
The hours passed, and still I received no payment. The wine with dinner was long since gone, and the dishes had been cleared away by another waiter in a tux. We watched the sun set from the balcony of our room, and still there was no payment for MY CHOCOLATE CAKE!
Once the sun set, we lingered on the balcony for a significant amount of time. Flynn then went inside and did what every man does and what every woman resents at some point… He turned on the television to catch up on the sports scores. I just rolled my eyes in female disdain.
“I’m going to soak in the tub while you do whatever it is you do with ESPN sports.”
Flynn didn’t even look up. He gave me that thumbs up code that told me my message was received by as much of his brain as was temporarily available. I chuckled to myself as I walked into the bathroom, turned on the taps to the Olympic sized Jacuzzi tub, and slipped out of my robe.
My body was all too happy to sink into the water and steam that was fast filling the tub…or excuse me, the pool with personal jets. Once the water was high enough in the basin, I turned the jets on and settled back into the soft terry pillow that was graciously provided by the hotel.
The bubbly jets and hot water soon stripped all cares from my mind. It was a miracle that I failed to fall asleep and drown myself in the tub. As such, it should come as no surprise that I practically jumped out of the tub in shock and fright when Flynn silently slid down into the water beside me.
“Oh! My God, Flynn!” I screeched out still in a state of heart pounding shock.
As I slid back down into the hot bubbling water, Flynn laughed at me and asked, “Who else would it have been? A rogue waiter?”
I shook my head and sighed, “You just took ten years off my life; when we have kids, be sure to apologize to them!”
Flynn stared at me and his eyes heated, “Let me make it up to you.”
Flynn slid around to face me and kissed me tenderly on the lips. His hands roved over my flesh and cupped my breasts. The warm water had already heightened their sensitivity, and my nipples puckered at his slight caress.
Those magical fingers continued to explore my body drawing sighs of pleasure from me. This further fueled Flynn’s gentle assault on my body. He nipped at my full lips and nibbled down my neck. He bit my earlobe and then gently lathed it with his tongue. My body ached with need for him, but he was not yet ready to give me what I craved.
Instead he whispered in my ear, “Slide up on the wall of the tub, baby.” Then he bit my ear again. I shuddered; I might have even had a mini-orgasm.
I used my shaking hands to pull myself back up and out of the water. I sat gingerly on the narrow ledge of the Jacuzzi. The air felt cold to my overheated skin, but as soon as I saw Flynn move between my legs, I began to warm up again.
I gazed down on Flynn from my elevated perch and watched him move his head slowly between my thighs. I felt his mouth on me, and my hands slipped precariously from the ledge and I slipped forward driving my core farther into Flynn’s assault. He licked me in long, slow strokes that made my body quake with fevered desire. My nipples were no longer simply puckered; they were now hard, knotted balls that longed for the same laving attention. They would be denied.
Flynn flicked another lick over my clit and pulled back for a moment to look into my eyes. It was so erotic and intimate to watch as he worshiped me as a woman and as his wife.
“You taste just like a fuzzy little Georgia peach, Precious.” Then he gave me a wicked wink and went back to his happy work. He worked on me with licks and suckling until I could not bear the pleasure. “Flynn, please. I need you. Please!” I screamed. My hips bucked into his face making love to his tongue. It was dirty, it was hot, it was scandalous, but I wanted more of him, more of this.
Flynn withdrew his tongue and returned to his gentle assault on my pleasure center. I cried out in relief as his finger slipped inside me. I was open and hot and barely hanging on to reason as I moaned and screamed. Suddenly like a wave crashing on the shore, my body explored. I bucked and screamed, “Flynn, Oh, Flynn!”
When my hips stopped gyrating, his fingers stopped moving, and his tongue withdrew, I opened my eyes and looked into his. It was amazing to know that I was married to a man who could love me, marry me, and still make love to me like this. I smiled and slid bonelessly back down into the water.
Flynn used one of the white, fluffy wash cloths to wipe his mouth. Then he leaned in and kissed me. The kiss was slow and sexy with just a hint of tongue and teeth to let me know that we had only begun. After all, I felt Flynn’s erect pressed firmly against my leg.
“What do you want, Flynn? Tell me,” I pleaded.
“I want to turn you around and take you from behind. I want to feel your ass against me while I make love to you,” he moaned.
I shuddered and felt that tightening of the belly that only desire can bring. “Yes,” I managed to gasp.
Flynn’s hands came around me and turned me with heated urgency. I felt the pressure of his hand at my back as he bent me over the same seat from which he had pleasured me moments ago.
Before I could gain my bearings, he forced his way between my thighs and entered me with one hard thrust. That set the pace for hard, fast love making. I felt Flynn curved around my backside as he thrust his straining manhood in an out in a rhythm that slammed me against the tub’s slick surface. I was so turned on by his gentle domination that all I did was moan and be taken.
“Oh, Baby, I love the way you feel right now. I want to ride you until you come and then fill you up!” Flynn whispered.
I was mute, unable to respond so I did what any woman in my position would do, I came and Flynn came tumbling after.
The heat of the memory faded, and I was left sitting in the now frigid water of my own bathtub. My body was strangely turned on, my heart ached with the pain of the memory, and my mind recoiled in disgust. Disgust won out.
I dropped myself down into the icy depth of the claw-foot tub to shock my body back into submission. The jolt accomplished its mission, and I climbed shivering out of the water and stood naked on the rug dripping water as I berated myself for my lapse.
I knew better then to let memories of Flynn into my head. Now my body remembered his touch and my heart remembered his love, but I remembered most the icy humiliation that ended my marriage. I reached for a towel and furiously rubbed myself dry.
I walked naked into my bedroom and grabbed the soft cotton pjs at the foot of my bed and donned them in a few precise movements. I started to settle on my bed, but decided against it. I did not want to bring Flynn into my bed again not even as a memory, so I settled instead on the window seat that overlooked the bac
kyard.
I dropped my head to the window pane and closed my eyes. Why did this keep happening to me? Silent tears streaked down my cheeks. I let them fall here in the safety and solitude of my private sanctum. Here no one could see my pain. Here I was free to bleed without guilt.