One Night with Beth – Part Two [Cheating]

She slid all the way up my body until she was eye level again. She twirled her hair absently around her index finger and cocked her head, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Did I?” Down below her hand started slowly stroking the front of my cock, taking up where her breasts had left off.

 I moaned through gritted teeth. I couldn’t take much more of this. If she didn’t have her lips wrapped around my cock in the next thirty seconds, I was going to rip her panties off, bend her over the dresser and ravish her pussy until she begged me to stop. I should have kept this thought to myself, but before my brain could slam a filter in place I opened my mouth and those exact words came spilling out. Let’s just say I wasn’t exactly in my right mind at that particular moment.

 Her eyes widened in shock, and her hand went to her mouth.

*Shit! I’ve ruined it!*  I opened my mouth to apologize but before I could get the first word out she’d dropped to her knees in front of me, and was tugging at the fly of my jeans. *What?* I was beyond confused now. For some reason my crude ultimatum had turned her on even more. I deliberately clammed up. No way was I going to get that lucky twice.

 As I zipped my lip, she unzipped my jeans. She slid her hand inside the waistband of my boxers and drew forth my cock. She looked up at me, eyes locked to mine, as she slowly slid her tongue down the length of my shaft. Her tongue lingered momentarily before flicking softly across my balls and traveling back up my length.

 She swirled her tongue around the tip of my cock, moistening it, then blew softly on it. I moaned loudly and my right leg began to tremble against her shoulder. She repeated the entire motion, down the shaft, light lick to the balls, back up, swirl the tip and blow. Then a third time, and a fourth.

 Both of my legs were trembling violently now, as though my muscles had been reduced to jelly by her oral skills. I was beginning to wonder how much longer I was going to stay on my feet when, without warning, she gripped the base of my shaft, hard, pushed her hot, wet mouth over the tip, and, eyes still locked on mine, slid her lips slowly down my cock until they met her hand.

“Holy shit!” I gasped. Then she really got down to business.

 Finally taking her eyes off me, she reached both hands around and grabbed my ass, fingernails digging in hard. Her hand now out of the way she was able to take my entire length in her mouth. She pushed all the way down, opening her throat as she did so. As she came back up she pressed her tongue hard against the sensitive underside of my cock. Five more strokes and I could feel my orgasm building. I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer.

 Beth had other ideas. Feeling my body start to tense against her, she abruptly lifted her mouth off of my cock. She looked up and gave me a wicked grin, obviously delighting in my sexual distress. She waited several agonizing seconds before finally relenting and turning her attention back to my penis. Ever my tormenter, she didn’t return to what she’d left off doing, instead backtracking to the slow licking and blowing phase. It felt incredible, but it wasn’t what my body craved. I wanted to be buried deep inside her mouth, and my orgasm stayed teasingly just out of reach.

 My breath was coming in ragged gasps now. “You’re killing me,” I groaned as she suckled ever so gently at my tip.

 She gave me a look of what appeared to be genuine sympathy. “My poor baby. Here, let me finish you off.” She took my right hand and placed it on the back of her head. Gently she pushed my hand and her head forward. “You’re in control baby. Show me how you want it.” Her lips slid over the head of my penis and she stopped, waiting for me to guide her. *Fuck, this was hot!*

 I pushed her down gently at first, trying my best not to be too eager, then tugged gently on her hair, drawing her mouth back up to the tip. With remarkable restraint I managed to keep to the tortuously slow pace for three more strokes.  However, as my orgasm began to build again, my inner caveman started to take over. I began to push and pull, harder and faster, my hips rocking back and forth in time to meet her mouth. She kept pace, taking my length down her throat again and again, moving in perfect rhythm to me.

 Then suddenly I was right on the verge, just a thrust away. I didn’t even need to direct her. Reading the signs my body was giving her, she rammed her head down on me, even more deeply than before. It pushed me over the edge, and I cried out in pure ecstasy as my orgasm hit. Beth sucked hard, drinking down my hot semen as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

I was shaking like a leaf in a late autumn windstorm, and I was sure it was only Beth’s grip on me that kept me upright. She continued to suck, moaning low in her throat as she took every last drop. Finally satisfied she slowly slid her lips back up, the tip popping out of her mouth as she released me.

 She slowly stood up and stretched languorously. “Better baby?” she asked softly.

 Dumbstruck by what she had just done to me and by her incredible beauty I could only nod. She smiled again, obviously very pleased with yourself. Almost absentmindedly she reached down and took my cock in her hand, her thumb swirling lightly over the tip.

 I groaned loudly and my legs shook all over again. The tip was super sensitive after any orgasm, let alone one as massive as that.

 “Are you going to be okay?” she asked with mock concern.

 “I might need a few minutes,” I admitted honestly. “What you just did to me…” I shook my head. “That was fucking incredible baby.”

 Her smile turned shy, and she batted her lashes at me. “I was just following orders,” she said.

 I grimaced. “I didn’t mean to be such an asshole. I just wanted you so badly.”

 She held up her hand. “Whoa. Don’t apologize for asking for what you wanted. It’s refreshing not having to guess what a guy is thinking.”

 “Well, I didn’t exactly ask. It was more of a demand, if we’re being honest here,” I said sheepishly.

 “Your inner caveman?” she teased. “I like that guy. I wouldn’t want him around all the time, but for tonight I’ve got to admit, it was pretty hot.”

 I grinned back at her. “It was, wasn’t it?”

 Her smile turned sultry and she stepped in tight to me, her tongue sliding slowly across her lips. “It’s going to get a whole lot hotter before we’re done tonight,” she promised.

 My cock stirred at her words, but it wasn’t ready for prime time just yet, not after what Beth had just put it through. I needed to buy myself a few minutes, at least. I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her firmly away. She glared at me in surprised annoyance.

 “Put your boots on,” I commanded gruffly.

 Her glare faded, replaced with a look of utter confusion. “Are you kicking me out?” she demanded incredulously.

 I burst out laughing. “Do I look like the world’s biggest moron?” Her annoyed expression returned and I choked down my laughter. “Trust me. I *definitely* do not want you to leave. Will you please put your boots on for me?”

 She put a hand on her hip and gave me a defiant look. “Why?” she demanded.

 I sighed, exasperated. “Because I want to feel those boot heels of yours scraping my back while I’m eating your pussy.” I said it softly, but my quiet words did nothing to disguise my intense hunger.

 She actually blushed! My frank explanation had obviously shocked her, but she recovered quickly. Her eyes twinkled with wicked amusement. “Well, why didn’t you say so in the first place?” She turned and walked back to the entrance where’d she’d hastily discarded her boots earlier. She bent down and started to tug one on, then paused before removing it again. She turned and tossed both boots at me. I caught them, confused myself now.

 “Why don’t you help me put them on?”

 I inclined my head. “As the lady wishes,” I murmured. She eyed me boldly in return, waiting.

 I swung my arm wide, gesturing to the plush, king sized bed. “Lie down on the bed please.”

 She sauntered over, the tips of her breasts brushing lightly against my chest as she passed. She put her hands on the bed and leaned forward with agonizing slowness, sliding her hands across the comforter. She brought one knee up, then the other, so she was on the bed on all fours.

 I watched, completely entranced, as she crawled forward, every motion exaggerated. Her back was slung low so her ass was displayed to its fullest advantage, and her short black skirt afforded me another tantalizing glimpse of those white cotton panties beneath. She paused in her advance and looked back over her shoulder at me. My heart nearly stopped at the naughty promise in her eyes. She rolled over with feline grace, twining her arms and stretching them out above her head as she lay back. She wiggled her shapely feet at me, and breathed, “Ready.”

 Seemingly at odds with the laws of nature, my cock stiffened at the sensual display. It appeared I was ready as well. At that moment I wanted to toss the boots aside and slide straight for home plate. I took a deep breath and schooled myself to patience. I had the rest of the night to get there. Besides, I wanted to *taste* her.

 I peeled my shirt off, stepped out of my jeans and boxers, which were still pooled around my ankles, and moved, now utterly naked, to the edge of the bed, tossing the boots down beside her. Her eyes roamed over my body appreciatively and in an instant all those grueling hours spent at the gym sculpting my chest, shoulders and abs suddenly seemed worth it. She stretched out one leg to meet me, placing the ball of her foot against my stomach. She scrunched up her toes and pushed against the hard wall of my stomach, then slid her foot slowly down until it met the tip of my erect penis, now so hard it was nearly pointing straight up.

*Foot job*. The words came unbidden to my mind as she dragged the ball of her foot down the length of my shaft. I fought against the urge to close my eyes and let her go to work again. I seized her foot roughly in both hands. “My turn,” I told her brusquely.

 I slid one hand slowly up her leg, thrilling in the feel of the smooth muscles of her calf. I continued my exploration, up past her knee, and along her inner thigh. She startled to tremble ever so slightly as I leaned forward and my fingertips reached the hem of her skirt. Again, I could feel the damp heat coming from the sweet place where her thighs joined. I halted my progress and she arched her hips up, unconsciously trying to use gravity to get her pussy closer to the ends of my fingers. I slid my hands forward under her skirt as though giving in to her unspoken demand. Closer, and closer still. She flung her head to the side, biting her lip as she groaned in anticipation. Less than an inch away from her hot, wet peach I stilled my hand again. She groaned again, more a growl of frustration now, as I slid my fingertips back and forth across her inner thigh, teasing her mercilessly. She arched her back and raised her hips even higher than before, an animal desire to be touched taking hold of her. I moved deftly to avoid giving her what she wanted, drawing my hand away abruptly and leaving her panting with sexual frustration.

 I tucked my chin to my chest to hide a grin as she writhed on the bed beneath me. How could this beautiful creature want me so badly? I reached over and grabbed one of her boots. “Let’s get these on, shall we?”

 She pouted sullenly, but raised her foot in the air, her mood less playful, more intense, than a few minutes before. I gripped her calf with one hand then slowly pushed the boot onto her lovely leg. Tenderly, and ever so slowly, I zipped the boot up. The top of the boot reached to just above her knee, leaving only a hand’s width of creamy, soft white skin exposed before the hem of her skirt obscured it. Something about that narrow isthmus of flesh flared my ardor to new heights. I literally gasped as my heart hammered anew in my chest. I reached out a reverent hand and gave the exposed skin of her thigh a rough squeeze.

 She writhed against my hand, an answering groan on her lips as her passion rose to meet mine. Suddenly more urgent I grabbed the other boot, abandoning my slow tease as I pushed it almost violently onto her foot and zipped it up. I gazed down at her, drinking in the perfection of her body, though her flesh was now almost completely hidden from me. I slid my hands up the outside of her boots, luxuriating in the feel of the soft leather beneath my fingertips. She gasped as my fingers trailed over the tops of her boots, meeting her bare skin with an almost electric charge. My hands traveled up her outer thighs this time, reaching the hem of her skirt and continuing to move up, pushing the fabric up with them. Her skirt bunched up around her waist, and I stopped as I caught a glimpse of the small triangle of white cotton between her legs.

 I sat back up, mesmerized by that tiny piece of fabric peeking out from beneath her skirt. So small, yet the source of so much potential delight. I realized I was holding my breath and let it go with an audible gasp. Sliding back on my knees, I slowly leaned forward, my eyes locked on that tiny white beacon as I lowered my mouth to the soft, smooth flesh of her inner thigh.

 She moaned loudly as my lips touched her skin, and she closed her legs, rubbing her inner thighs together in a fruitless attempt to sate her desire. Gently I pried them back apart, and again set my lips to flesh, higher this time. She started to tremble violently, but kept her legs open to me, inviting me to taste the most secret sweetness of her body.

 I continued my forward progress, kissing, licking, sucking first one thigh then the other, my nose brushing lightly above, an advance scout on this assault on her pussy. The tip of my nose brushed ever so lightly against the white triangle of her panties as I arrived at the apex where her thighs met. She cried out at the delicate touch, thrusting her hips forward, and forcing my nose right into her. I inhaled deeply, exhilarated by the musky scent of her desire. Suddenly inflamed myself, I plunged my mouth upward against the thin fabric of her panties, tongue pressing urgently, demanding entrance.

 She cried out again, louder this time, and she reached down to her sides in and attempt to peel her panties off and give in to my tongue’s demand.

 I gripped her hands and pushed them away. “My, aren’t we anxious?” I forced her arms to her sides. “Don’t make me tie you up,” I half-joked. She continued her to struggle briefly before relenting with a long groan.

 Loving the control I had over her body I continued to nuzzle at her through her panties, driving her mad.

  “Please,” she begged, her voice filled with desperate longing. Truth be told, I was starting to drive myself more than a little crazy. In one smooth motion I reached under her, cupped her behind, and pulled her panties down to the tops of her boots. The sight of her dark pubic hair banished all restraint, and I nearly ripped her underwear in an effort to peel it over her boots. Finally I managed to get everything untangled. I plunged my head back down between her thighs, my lips seeking hers.

 She cried out as my mouth closed hungrily on her pussy, and I gave a muffled groan in response. I could feel her fingers twine through my hair and she raised her hips as she pushed my mouth down hard onto her. I felt her legs wrap around the backs of mine. She slid them up until her boot heels were digging into my naked buttocks. It drove me wild, and I attacked her pussy with even more intensity. She continued to writhe and buck beneath me as my tongue plunged into her, tasting the sharp, metallic tang of her body. Much as I had done to her earlier, she gripped my head, steering me, demanding how and where I would give her pleasure. My tongue found its way to her clitoris, and she cried out anew as I swirled around it again and again.

 I could feel her body start to tense and knew she was close. I reached under her again and dug my fingers hard into her ass. At that same moment I took her clit gently between my lips and moaned loudly. Already on the razor’s edge of pleasure, the vibration of my lips on the most sensitive of her parts pushed her over. She cried, “Yes!!!!!” as her orgasm hit, and her thighs clamped tightly to the sides of my head as her whole body shook with the force of it. It went on and on, wracking her again and again, then abruptly vanished, leaving her trembling in the wake of its violence. She relaxed her grip on my hair. I pulled my face from between her suddenly slack thighs, slid up her body so my chin was resting just below her breasts, and gave her a smug grin.

 “Now you know how I felt,” I told her.

 She shook her head slowly. “There’s no way you felt this good,” she murmured. Her voice was husky and her eyes were smoldering again.

 God, I wanted her. The oral had been incredible, but it was just a taste of the carnality I wanted to experience with her. Less than fifteen minutes had passed since she had finished me off with her mouth, but my cock was as hard as a diamond. She must have seen the raw hunger in my gaze and her mouth opened and she began to pant unconsciously in response.

 I raised my head from her belly and pushed myself up so I was kneeling between her legs. I reached underneath her and grabbed the waistline of her bunched up skirt, tugging urgently.

 “There’s a zipper in the back,” she gasped, arching her hips up off the bed to allow me access. My fingers fumbling, I found it and unzipped her. Roughly I pulled it down. The same boots that I had insisted on putting on her just minutes before foiled me. Growling, I swiftly unzipped those and tossed them on the floor behind me. Seconds later her skirt joined the pile.

 I wanted to take her right then, put she reached a hand up and pressed firmly on my chest, stalling my advance. She slid her legs out from around me, and gracefully got to her knees so she was facing me. She continued to hold one palm against my chest, and reached behind her back with her free hand. With a deft twist she undid the clasp of her bra. My gaze dropped and I stared as she pulled the bra free, exposing her breasts to me.

 The push-up bra had been redundant. Her tits seemed to defy gravity, perky and without a hint of sag despite their impressive size. Her nipples were fully erect, pointing at me in challenge. Now fully naked, gorgeous beyond words, she knelt mere inches away from me, breasts heaving with lust. She reached up, arching her back teasingly, and pulled her hair tie out. Her curled raven locks cascaded down over her milky shoulders, curling under her breasts.

 Bathed in the moonlight that was streaming in through our hotel room window the beauty of her nude body literally stole my breath. I could have gazed at her for hours had my body’s need not been so great. Unable to hold myself back, I lunged for her. She moved in unison with me and our bodies slapped together with an audible clap. Our lips met with such force I nearly cracked a tooth. Ignoring the pain, I kissed her with a passion that I had never experienced before. Her ardor was as great as mine, and she moaned deep in her throat as she pushed her tongue between my lips and deep into my mouth.

 Our hands were as busy as our mouths, wandering ceaselessly, caressing, squeezing, stroking, clutching. Her hand moved between us and seized the shaft of my cock. I cried out against her mouth as she gave me a hard squeeze. She loosened her grip and started to move her hand up and down my shaft, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. I pulled my lips from hers, licking and sucking at her earlobes, her chin, her neck. Driven mad with desire as her hand continued its work between my legs, I bent my lips to her breasts. She gasped in shock as my teeth clamped down hard on one of her nipples. She squeezed my cock even harder in response, inflicting a little pain of her own.

 All rational thought left me. All I knew was that I had to be inside of her. My hands clamped hard onto her hips, and I lifted her effortlessly, pulling her forward so she was hovering, knees spread, just above my fully engorged cock. I held her aloft for one second, then another, and another. It felt like an eternity.

 She bent her head down and nipped my earlobe hard. “Please fuck me,” she begged, her voice hot and desperate in my ear. Obediently I lowered her down onto my waiting cock, and we both cried out in unison as her pussy closed over me.

 She was incredibly wet for me, and she slid down to the base of me with no resistance at all. We stayed locked like that for a long moment, my cock buried deep within her, our hips gyrating, savoring the feel of one another. I pulled down on her hips, pushing myself even deeper, and she cried out again, her gyrations growing more urgent.

 I wrapped one arm underneath her buttocks, lifted her until her knees were off the bed, then fell forward onto her. She gasped as we shifted into the new position. She spread her legs apart wide, and she raked her nails down the center of my back.

 Able to move more freely now, I began to thrust slowly and rhythmically in and out of her. She moved in counterpoint beneath me, her muscles clenching me as I thrust deep, and then releasing as I pulled back.

 She reached back and grabbed the rails of the headboard. “Harder,” she whispered harshly.

 Completely enthralled now, a slave to her demands, I complied. I plunged into her savagely, again and again. She braced her arms, arched her back, and slammed her pelvis back in response, giving as good as she got as I pounded into her.

 “Yes! Yes! Harder! Faster!” she cried. I increased the pace, and deep inside I could feel my orgasm starting to build. Beneath me I could sense that she was approaching a second crescendo of her own. Her cries grew louder and I could feel the muscles of her legs starting to tense up.

 Her body driving me to previously unknown levels of ecstasy, I knew I was only seconds away from spilling. I only prayed I could hang on long enough for her pleasure to arrive as well. I gritted my teeth, trying to stem the torrent that was raging up from within me. Just as my orgasm surged to the surface, she released the headboard, wrapped her legs around me and pulled me deep into her, clenching me tight with every muscle in her lower body.

 We cried out in unison as our orgasms arrived within a split second of one another. Her legs tightened around me, holding me in a vice grip as pleasure racked her body. She shook violently against me as I spilled myself into her. She gave one final loud moan, and then suddenly all her muscles seemed to turn to water at once. As she released her hold on me, I collapsed upon her, sweating and panting heavily in her ear.

 I don’t know how long we laid there, limbs akimbo, recovering from the intensity of our lovemaking. As the afterglow finally faded I risked making the first move. I pushed myself up on one elbow and gazed down on her. Her soft brown eyes caught and held me fast. At that moment I would have given myself to her completely body and soul, had not the impossibility of our situation been lurking at the back of my mind. She must have read something in my gaze because her eyes turned sad.

 “At least we have tonight,” she whispered.

 We made love twice more that night, though more tenderly, before finally collapsing into a deep, sated sleep sometime after three o’clock.

 Sunlight spilling into the hotel room woke me, dreams of Beth lingering as I shook off the cobwebs of my deep slumber. My arms were wrapped around her as she lay with her back against my chest, spooned against me, snoring softly. I buried my face in her hair, inhaling deeply and savoring the moment. The rising of the sun signaled the end of our magical night together. A cold, hard lump formed in my chest at the thought, and my arms tightened unconsciously around Beth’s body in a vain attempt to preserve the moment.

 My motion woke her, and she began to stir. I loosened my arms, allowing her freedom to move, but she gripped my arms and wrapped them back around her, snuggling in tight and sighing contentedly. She turned her head up to look at me and gave me a dazzling smile. “Good morning, handsome,” she murmured.

 I gazed down at her, and my desire immediately flared. Hair tousled by sleep, her luscious lips just inches from my own, and the embers in her eyes still smoldering from last night’s passion she looked positively delicious. Of course, her naked behind pressed hard against my crotch was impossible to ignore as well. My cock stiffened so swiftly it was painful. Her eyes widened as she felt it pressed in between her buttocks. She twisted in my arms, lifted up the sheet and peered under.

 “Good morning to you too,” she greeted my penis. She dropped the sheet and met my eyes, shaking her head in wonder. “You’re insatiable!”

 Fifteen minutes later we were disentangling ourselves, both sweaty and out of breath. I didn’t want to get out of bed, but the sun was already high in the sky. We didn’t have much more time.

 I got up and dressed, searching out the articles of my clothing that had been discarded haphazardly about the room during our night of passion.

 Beth gathered her things and headed to the bathroom to freshen up. She emerged fifteen minutes later, hair tied up, make-up carefully applied, and skirt and blouse zipped and buttoned respectively. She looked just as she had when she had walked into the bar the night before. I tried to smile at her, but could only manage a melancholy frown. It was as though our night together had never happened.

 She put a hand on her hip and scowled at me. “Wow, you’d think getting a blowjob and having sex three times would be enough to put a guy in a good mood,” she said.

 “Four,” I mumbled.

 “What?”

 “We had sex four times,” I told her.

 She cocked her head and started ticking off her fingers. “Right. Four times. I was a little sleepy on the third go last night,” she admitted. She shook her head at me. “So? What’s the problem? Didn’t you enjoy yourself?”

 “It was incredible,” I breathed fervently. “*You* were incredible.”

 Her scowl faded, replaced by a pleased, almost shy smile. “You were pretty incredible yourself, cowboy. We are pretty damn hot together.”

 “But we’re *not* together! You’re going home to Alex.” I didn’t mean it to sound accusing, but it came out that way.

 Her eyes widened with sudden understanding. “Yes,” she whispered. She reached down and took my hands. “Listen Nick, I know things are bad between you and Kim. And I know you’d all but made up your mind to leave her, even before what happened last night. But Alex and I?” she paused to formulate her thoughts. “We were fine before he got so sidetracked with his career. I can’t just pull the plug on that because of one night of passion.

 You and I had an incredible night together, Nick, a night that I don’t regret one bit. Maybe there is no hope for Alex and I. I’m pretty confused myself right now. All I know is I’ve got to at least try to make things work. Can you understand that?”

 I nodded slowly. I understood, and I respected her for her resolve. I should have felt guilty for what I’d done to Alex, but I didn’t. I merely envied him. Beth was an amazing woman. I couldn’t fathom how Alex could take her for granted.   

 I managed a smile as I looked up at her. Her beauty completely disarmed me and words tumbled unbidden from my lips.

 “Even though I only had one night with you it was one more than I ever dreamed I’d get,” I told her.

 It was her turn to smile sadly now, but there was nothing sad in her eyes, only twin flames of passion.

 “On those nights when Alex is working late I’ll have something to think about to keep me warm in that big cold bed,” she replied.

 “You’ll just be thinking about it?” I teased.

 In response she put her index finger into her mouth, slid it all the way in, then ever so slowly slid it out, her lips smacking softly. Never taking her eyes off me she moved her hand down the front of her body, under her skirt and into her panties. An expression of bliss came over her face as she pushed her finger up between her legs.

 “Yes, *thinking*,” she gasped.

 Despite the fact that I’d blown my load no less than five times in the past eight hours, my cock immediately came to attention at her wanton display.

 “You keep that up and I’m going to bend you over that dresser and really give you something to *think* about,” I growled.

 Instead of answering she pulled her hand out of her panties, then, tauntingly pushed them down to her ankles and stepped out of them. She turned and sauntered over to the dresser and placed her hands flat on the surface. She spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist, sticking her ass out. She looked over her shoulder at me, her expression positively sinful. “Hurry up then. If you think you’ve got anything left,” she challenged.

 A second later I was pushed up behind her. I swiftly unzipped my jeans, pulled my cock out, flipped up her skirt and unceremoniously rammed myself up to the hilt into her waiting pussy.

 Less than five minutes later I was lying back on the bed watching as she pulled on her panties. I watched her wince as she tugged down her skirt. I gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry,” I said.

 “Oh no, you don’t have anything to be sorry about, mister,” she chided me. “You did everything I wanted and then some.”

 “But you look so sore.”

 “I’m tender,” she admitted. “But it’s a good kind of tender, the *best* kind of tender,” she assured me. “Every ache will remind me of this night. Besides, you did promise to bruise this soft peach of mine, remember?”

 I nearly groaned at the memory. “I need to work on my sweet talk, I guess.”

 She smirked at me like I was an idiot. “Are you kidding me? It was that sentence that got you into my panties last night.”

 My mouth dropped open. “What?”

 She shrugged, flushing prettily in embarrassment. “You know what a flirt I am. I was just having some fun, seeing how far I could push things, but then you said *that*. And that look in your eyes when you said it…” she trailed off, shivering at the memory. “I’ve never been so turned on in my life,” she declared fervently. “I knew right then that I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about you until you had ‘bruised my peach.’ Thankfully fate stepped in and lent a hand.”

 My jaw sagged open even further as I processed this information. One corny line led to all this? I shook my head slowly. I would never understand women, or what turned them on, but I said a silent thank you that I’d somehow managed to get it right on this occasion.

 We finished dressing and headed down to the lobby. We were both exhausted and Beth snuggled in cozily under my arm, yawning, as we checked out.

 I gave her a ride home. Thankfully Alex’s car wasn’t in the driveway. It appeared his work emergency was still in progress. Beth leaned over and gave me a long, lingering kiss, sucking on my bottom lip before finally disengaging. That kiss had a disturbing feel of finality to it. Words failed me. I simply gave her a melancholy smile. She gave me one last wicked grin in return. “I’ll be *thinking* about you,” she promised.

 She got out of the car, and I watched her saunter up the walk, her hips swaying hypnotically in that short skirt. Amazingly I felt a stirring in my loins, but I forced my ardor back down. Sighing, I shifted into reverse, backed out of the driveway and headed home.

 Kim and I broke up less than a week later. After my night of passion with Beth I was finally completely aware of just how cold the embers of our relationship were. Kim took the news with dry eyes, and surprisingly, without a fight. Within a day she’d moved out of the condo, moving in with a friend from work.

 Beth and Alex stayed together for almost a year following that night. He got another promotion, a job in Japan. He asked her to come with him, but she declined. She’d had enough of being a work widow.

 Alas, the timing just didn’t work out for Beth and I. Though I’d thought of her constantly in the first few months after breaking up with Kim, eventually I’d moved on with my life. I’d met someone new, and after a whirlwind romance we’d gotten engaged. By the time Beth split with Alex I’d promised my heart to someone else.

 Today, I am deliriously happy. My life is full of purpose and passion. Still, no matter how many years go by, and no matter how many delights life throws my way, I know I’ll never forget that one incredible night with Beth.

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