As she was drying her hair, she sighed. ‘This is crazy,’ she thought. ‘Why do I always feel a need to see him, to… to touch him? You can’t do that to him. You know how much you care about his wife, his family…you are a good person, you’re not a marriage shatterer like the one who ruined yours.’

She shuddered, remembering the feeling of being on the other end of that. It’s hard for her to get him out of her head. Now, after all this time, it had to hit harder.

‘You have a boyfriend,’ she told herself. ‘Someone you’re finally allowing yourself to like after 5 years. Why is it, then, does my mind continue to go to him…’ she shook her head. You managed to forget him for awhile.

‘No, that isn’t true,’ the little voice in the back of her mind was so irritating. ‘You know deep down you never forgot about him.’

‘Well, he is taken.’ He always had been, but somehow that didn’t stop things from happening before, things that made her desire him, his touch, his hands, his mouth…STOP. 'I can’t do this to myself,' she thought.

She finished getting dressed. It was hot outside, so deliciously wonderful there in Colorado, and so rare too. She put on her short white skirt and a tank top. When had she last been able to wear this and not freeze? In Texas, that’s where. She smiled. It felt good to wear summer stuff again. It was early evening. She was able to go work out in the afternoon since she didn’t have school. That was such a nice feeling – wow! Time to herself. It was her week off from the kids – she enjoyed doing things with them too, but time alone was so special – almost sacred in a sense.

She applied her makeup carefully, in case she decided to go out for the evening. Being a teacher, it seemed everywhere she went she was given a “hello.” It was hard to go out without looking her best.

There was a knock at the door. Sighing and rolling her eyes, she went to answer. She had just told the neighborhood kids that her daughters weren’t here this week – did they forget so soon? Good grief. She opened the door, prepared with her response yet again.

Her heart threatened to stop. She couldn’t even say anything – she just sat there staring, drinking in the fact that he was there, on her porch. Wow! It had been a very long time since she’d seen him in person. How did he affect her so much? That thought made her angry.

‘I don’t get affected by men,’ she told herself. It was true. Five years and she had never even kissed anyone, at least until the current person in her life.

She had shut down that part of her, and it felt good to have that kind of control and independence. ‘Except,’ that little voice said, ‘with this one…’ SHUT UP you stupid voice.

Finally recovering, she said hello. He asked if he could come in for awhile, he wanted to talk. It had been too long, he said. There was something in his eyes and the way he looked at her that makes her unable to think clearly. Gah – frustrating. She lets him in, the dogs looking at her like “who is this?”

“So how have you been?” she managed to ask. She really did want to know. She knew as of late that things were not quite as wonderful as he would like them to be, and she really wanted him to be happy. He told her that life had gotten better, but that his thoughts would drift every once in awhile, to places they should not go. As he said this, he took her hand and kissed it, very slowly. She felt his touch all the way through her body, trying not to tremble.

‘How can he have this affect on me,’ she thought.

Sensing her reaction somehow, he slowly placed one of her fingers in his mouth, sucking on it, savoring it. She moaned as the sensation flooded through her. “I can’t take this anymore, I’ve missed you so much, I don’t know why but I have” he stated, his voice husky.

Oh boy, she thought, she remembered that tone of voice. It made her get butterflies.

A few seconds later, his mouth was on hers, hard, his pent up passion and frustration all coming out in his fervent kiss. His tongue tasted her lips, her mouth. Oh god, she thought, no one kisses like he does. Her tongue tasted his, stroking, joining together in a slow, erotic dance of sorts that was all about sensation, feeling. Pulling her to him, he pulled back just a little bit to look at her. Her eyes locked with his, seeing the dark passion in them.

‘Oh shit, that is so sexy… amazing how I manage to not ever cuss out loud,’ she thought.

He bit his lip. Don’t do that, it does things to me… He pulled her body tightly to him, and she could feel his whole body on hers, every part of his body. Oh my. He kissed her again, then started on her ears, her neck, moving downward, tasting her skin.

“Oh, Sophia, it’s been so long. I want you, want to taste you, touch you, take you.” His words were like burning fire through every vein in her body. Her breath quickened as he moved her into the bedroom, the door closing.

“I told you, never give me a chance to get you alone in a room. Now you know why.” He grinned as he pulled her to the bed, taking off her sandals and laying her down as he got on top of her. “Now, you’re mine. You can’t go anywhere, and I can do what I’ve wanted to do to you for a long time.”

Sophia moaned again, her thoughts moving lightning quick, ‘feeling him on me like this and hearing his words heats my blood.

How this one man has such an effect on me I will never understand. Hmmm. It seems I have somewhat of an effect on him too.’ She smiled inwardly at the thought. This one, she wanted to have an effect on. His breathing quickened, and he began his sensual explorations all over again.

‘I’m going to die,’ she thought. Right here. He leaned in, his body molded to hers, kissing her again. His lips were so sensual, so demanding, taking what they wanted. He moaned, so full of passion.

After a long enough time that she thought she might be consumed by her inner bonfire, he moved his lips away from hers and danced his tongue along her neck, biting softly. “Ohhhh” is all she could even get out. Sophia’s hands clenched at his hair, on his back, her nails softly clawed at him. Slowly, she peeled his shirt up to feel his skin. It was hot to the touch, as she was sure hers was.

“Oh, Sophia, two can play at that game,” he said, his voice soft and full of heat.

Swiftly, he removed her shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it away. “You are so beautiful. I’ve wanted to play for a long time. Mmmm.” His hands moved to her breasts, feeling them through the thin silk of her bra.

‘Oh my… his hands are so sensual, so… hot’ she thought, and she became aware of the fact that she was breathing harder, but all other awareness faded other than her responses to the sensation of his touch.

He played with her, touching and biting her skin, for awhile, then his eyes darkened in that way again, that very sexy way, and her breath caught in her throat. Slowly, his hands went around her. His lips were on hers again; electricity flew between them as he drank her in, fiercely, hungrily. At the same time, he removed her bra and his shirt came off completely. She felt his skin on hers, the touch of it sending waves of pleasure all through her body.

‘Nothing should be allowed to feel this good,’ she thought. The small part of the brain tried to speak up, but her inner goddess shushed it, wanting her to feel this pleasure, this intensity, for she hadn’t in a very long time.

His mouth was on her skin, sucking, toying with her, moving to her breasts. ‘I’m going to come undone – I can’t take this’ her thoughts kept repeating, she pulled him to her body, feeling his erection, his passion, his need for her. His hands moved down her body, slowly, erotically, his knowing hands. He felt her, every inch of her – he hadn’t felt her in so long. They move downward, over her hips, moving down until he got to her bare leg beneath the skirt.

“This needs to come off” he whispered, as he slowly unzipped it. His fingers roamed up her thighs, up further. She moaned, closing her eyes as the sensation took hold again.

‘Oh crap, his hands and mouth feel so incredibly good,’ the thought echoed in her mind.

“I know we shouldn’t be together like this, but I want you. I want you to touch me, feel me, take me,” she stated, huskily. ‘Jeez, did those words just come out of my mouth? That doesn’t come out of my mouth …’ 

He responded with a moan, closed his eyes for a second. When they opened, it’s as if electricity went straight from him into her entire body.

‘He’s so hot.’ Her skirt came off, and it too got thrown somewhere, anywhere. He moved, and his hands and mouth moved over her thighs, his breath hot on her skin.

“You are so sexy,” he said under his breath. “I’ve thought about you for so long. You smell so good.”

His fingers moved along her panties, feeling her heat emanating. She felt like an oven. His mouth skimmed over her too, and his breath and lips drove her wild. He took off her underwear, and shed his clothes as well.

‘Oh, he is so amazing to look at. No guy should look that incredible,’ her mind trying to soak him in. He got back on top of her, letting her feel his full nakedness. She moaned, raking her nails over his back. Ohhhh he felt so amazing. He fiddled with a condom, putting it on deftly.

‘He is good at this,’ she thought.

“I want you, Sophia. I need you, need to feel myself inside you, taking you over.” His words ignited something deep within her, and she pulled him close, kissing him hard. His tongue took over her mouth, as he slid himself inside her, slowly. It had been a long time since she’d made love to anyone. He moved, slowly at first, letting her feel all of him. He eased back and forth with exquisite slowness, closed his eyes and groaned. He thrust into her, again and again, slowly at first, then faster.

“Do you want me?” he asked in his sexy voice.

“Yes,” is all she could manage to reply before she moaned and moved beneath him, matching every thrust.

“I’m going to take you so hard,” he whispered, as his tempo became merciless, a relentless rhythm to which her body responded all too well.

Her thoughts were scattering to the wind… there was only him and the amazing sensation he created in her… this man she kept thinking of, wanted, for years…he cried out as he came, thrusted hard, deep inside her as she exploded around him, her body convulsed with the intensity of it.

“Oh Sophia, you are still so sexy” he murmured against her neck, planting kisses along her throat.

“So are you,” she said, kissing him back in turn. “Even laying with you and getting to be close is good.”

“I agree,” he said, “definitely.”