When Can I See You?

In that moment, she didn't care who she called husband, didn't care whose mother she was or the person she had grown to be. She was his, she belonged to and with him. She knew this could not last, but she would soak in this night like it was her last on earth.

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Vera walked into the kitchen, the windows were open and there was a slight chill in the air. Her phone dinged in her pocket, she ignored it. She tried not to check her phone too much before work, if it was important someone would call her.

Her husband, Milo, stood in front of the coffee maker. He was adding a dash creamer into his travel mug, which meant he would be going into the office today instead of working from home. Vera took note of this as she came up behind him and planted a kiss on the back of his neck, her arms snaking around his center and meeting in the gap between either side of his rib cage. He made a noise of satisfaction and leaned his head back so that their heads touched.

"Morning," Vera breathed the word next to his ear.

"Morning baby, how'd you sleep?"

He always asked her how she slept. He was just thoughtful in that way, he actually cared how she slept every night and would help her find ways to improve her sleep if she was having a tough couple of nights.

"I slept great actually," she bit his ear playfully and gently, "but I'm not sure how much that had to do with me, it might have been all thanks to you making me cum twice right before bed." She smiled against his ear now and she could feel him smiling, too.

"Well, how could I not? You looked so edible, I couldn't stop myself."

Vera tried not to get too worked up thinking about it, under the desire it sparked in her - there was a thin layer of guilt. She knew she had an amazing husband, knew that he would do anything for her. She wasn't able to be what he needed in return, but the least she could do was let him think she was.

"Did everyone get do okay this morning?" She had been overworking herself lately and Milo had let her sleep-in the last few days in an attempt to help her get ahold of her stress levels.

Her phone dinged, she ignored it again.

"Yup, carpool showed up a little late but they got out the door," he said with a goofy little smile on his face, so proud of himself, "speaking of which, it's my turn to get out the door before I'm a little late, too."

Vera sipped her coffee and watched as Milo screwed the top of his coffee on, packed up his lunch and got everything together he would need for the office. It was strange, how she couldn't help herself from appreciating his body but also couldn't wait for him to leave. Her phone dinged, again. She knew who she would be calling the moment he left, knew she would be calling work to tell them she was "sick," and also that she would need a cover for later.

"I'm going to Alexis's house tonight for wine and horror movies," Vera spit out abruptly, knowing she should have used a calmer voice the moment it came out.

"Oh?" Milo turned to her, "Yea that sounds good, how late do you think you'll be? Maybe I'll go grab a solo dinner and hit the movies."

It dawned on her, he wasn't suspicious, of course he wasn't.

"Well if I drink too much wine, I probably won't be home until morning," Vera said casually, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Okay no worries, well if I don't see you tonight - sleep tight, Vera," his smile was warm and trusting as he spoke.

"You too, babe," Vera replied with a kiss on his cheek. She walked him to the door and locked it behind him.

She finally pulled out her phone to check the messages she had been receiving all morning

"I miss you"

"My cock misses you"

"When can I see you?"

Her core thrummed in response. She typed. "Tonight."

The reply was almost instant, "I'll get the hotel room."

A couple of hours later, Vera had washed and shaved every inch of her body. She moisturized, applied some barely there makeup, and blew out her hair to perfection. She packed an overnight bag, including some toys she normally kept around for solo play, and some lacy undergarments. She didn't know why she was nervous, she had been wanting this for so long.

Tonight, she was meeting her long time ex, Eric, at a hotel between their respective towns. They'd kept things pretty friendly for awhile, exchanging texts here and there, nothing spicy, just catching up. Then one night he texted her while Milo was out of town, and everything changed. She could no longer deny why she kept coming back to him, why the flirtation and desire had never seemed to fully evaporate - he complemented her in every way, he was her equal when it came to sexual appetite.

Even when she was happy, even when things were perfect - she still wanted him.

She stood naked now, staring at her closet. She didn't know why this decision was so hard. With any luck, she wouldn't be wearing her clothing for very long.

With this in mind, she reached in and grabbed a black tee shirt and slid it on over her unlined bra. She looked in the mirror and noted you could see her nipples poking through. Good, she thought, I want people to see them. She wasn't always happy with herself, but her tits, god her tits were always good. They fluctuated quite a bit over the years, but they were sitting at a happy full B cup now. Not saggy or overly perky, just real. She grabbed a pair of wide leg and worked them over her thick thighs and thicker hips. Her body had changed quite a bit since the last time she saw Eric. There were wrinkles and rolls where there hadn't been before, loose skin, and god she couldn't help but notice that her ass was almost double the size. She wondered if he would still want her after all of this time, if he would still want to fuck her once he saw her body. She didn't let herself think about it anymore, she finished buttoning up her pants and threw her socks on quickly. In a few minutes she was rolling her bag out of the door with sunglasses on her face and typed into her phone "See you there ????."

Vera arrived at the hotel, she felt like she could barely breathe with all of the adrenaline running through her.

Walking up to the front desk, she gave the worker a tight smile. The young girl was so entranced with her phone that it hadn't mattered what she did with her face.

"Hi, I'm checking in. My... um... my fr- reservation under the Jack Andrews."

"Sure. He said someone else would be checking in the reservation when he called," she typed some things into her computer, turned and started ruffling through key cards on the desk next to her.

Vera stood there waiting, glancing around, suddenly feeling very exposed. Sure, I was about an hour from home but the world felt small. The tension in her back was building, she was growing a little bit paranoid and then jumped - startled by the girl at the desk setting the key down with a thwack. She twisted back to her with her mouth in an O.

"Room 600, top floor, " she smiled slyly, like she knew exactly what Vera was so paranoid about and then just looked back to her phone like she couldn't care less. And Vera guessed that she probably couldn't.

Once she made it up to the room, Vera slid the key against the sensor and heard the inner workings of the mechanism unlock the door. She stepped in and took a look around, it was nice. It wasn't a penthouse suite, or luxurious, but it was nice. She had stayed in enough hotel rooms to know that if it didn't smell, had no visible stains and had no noise from the freeway, you were grateful. But this was honestly a step above that, there was a big jacuzzi in the corner, gilded accents on the furniture, a luxurious duvet on the bed. Yes, she could see herself really enjoying her time in this room, even if she wasn't about to be fucked out of her mind (hopefully).

She heard small knock at the door, followed by the sound of a key sliding against the mechanism which then started to hum in anticipation of the door being unlocked. Her body hummed in response to the realization that her long desired rendezvous was imminent.

She tensed, then loosed a breath she had been holding, this was it, what she had touched herself so many times in the night thinking about. She probably should have felt guilty, but she couldn't muster the emotion. All she felt was lust.

Eric slowly opened the door, she just stood there in her black tee and wide legged pants, waiting for him to happen to her.

The door was still open behind him, he looked up into her eyes. So much was said in that wordless gaze "I want you," "I need you," "god I can't wait to fuck you." He smiled and kicked the door closed without looking away from her. In barely a breath, he was striding across and the room. His hands were on her face and he was pushing her up against the sliding glass door that led to the balcony. One of his hands snaked to the back of her and shoved it's way into her pants, cupping and groping her ass cheek. He groaned in a mix of pleasure and pain, she was perfect and she was here.

She threw her head back in pure ecstasy, hot breath escaping her lips, warming the air around her mouth. She worked with him as he lifted her leg to his hip, his hips hungrily pressing his straining cock against her warm center. They kissed, frenzied enough that she knew her lips would be raw afterwards. She didn't care, all she needed was this moment.

He started to lift her shirt from her body, the cold glass pressing into her back. She didn't even have time to be self conscious as he kissed her breasts, hands roving everywhere they could reach. They left what felt like scorched flesh in their wake, everywhere he touched was left desperately bereft for more of him.

She reached down, fumbling with his belt, trying to free his cock. He stepped back to help her, but her hands caught his. He looked into her eyes and she shook her head no. She wanted to do it.

She dropped then to her knees, languidly ran her hands over his thighs. She thought she heard an exasperated "fuck" from above. Once her hands reached his belt, his cock had somehow grown even harder, begging to be released.

She undid the leather strap of his belt, slid the cool metal off slowly, placed both hands at the button and made eye contact with him as she undid it as slowly as she could. She knew his restraint would only last so long though, so she unzipped it quickly and gave his jeans and boxers a quick yank downward. His cock sprang out, standing proud and bouncing in air, twitching impatiently.

"Oh yes," thought Vera, "this would taste amazing."

She couldn't help herself, she immediately took his member in his mouth, deep throating him and moaning enthusiastically. One hand reaching around to grab his ass, the other taking pleasure in massaging his swollen testicles. They too were begging to be sucked, so she switched up and took them in her warm mouth as well as she started to stroke his cock with her hand.

His head was tipped back, but he looked down at her then with raw emotion in his eyes. He looked at her like he was in awe.

She eventually switched back to sucking his cock, he laid her on the bed and face fucked her. Then he slid down about a foot as fucked her tits as she played with herself, she was sopping wet and needed relief of her own soon.

He decided to practice restraint and not cum until he was buried deep inside of her, but he needed to take care of something first.

His hands reached down to unbutton her jeans, she immediately raised her ass and wiggled them off. His hands wasted no time finding her sweet wetness. He pinched her clit between his fingers as he kneeled above her, her eyes glazed over, and her mouth was stuck in an "O." Her breathing quickened as she felt pressure building slowly deep inside of her.

He took his hand away, she responded with a whimper but quickly regained her pleasure when two of his fingers began to prod at the entrance of her pussy. She waited in earnest for the plunge.

He teased her a bit, giving her goosebumps as he caressed the skin close to her mound. She bucked her hips gently, aching to feel his touch. Her skin was on fire, she needed him to quell her flames.

Finally, he took mercy on her and dipped his fingers st sight into the honey pot. She groaned like a woman undone, eyes rolling to the back of her head as he began to stroke the sensitive spot inside of her. She rode his fingers until she was on the cusp of climax, she braced herself for the fireworks and then his fingers were out of her, she was utterly bereft. Her eyes darted to his and and he just smiled at her, took the two shimmering fingers into his mouth and sucked on them. Before she could comprehend what was happening, he had raised her thighs and pivoted on the bed so that he was poised at her opening. He bit the inside of her thigh and then dove in into her apex like a man starved. He licked, and lapped, and moaned against her clit until the vibrations rang in her heart. It wasn't long before she reached the edge of her climax, he was actually going to let her do it this time. She felt the pressure building bottom of her spine, her eyes shut so tight she saw stars in the black void behind her lids. And then he stopped. The pressure dissipating to a hum inside of her body.

She looked at him incredulously, wondering to herself if it was a joke. He just said "on the chance that I never get to see you cum again, I know that I want you to cum around my cock"

Okay, she guessed that was worth the wait.

He raised himself up over her, and they started to kiss again. She needed him. Now.

Gathering some leverage, she threw her thigh around him and flipped him onto his back. She grabbed his cock, poised herself over it and sank down onto it before he even had the chance to react. She rode him languidly but firm, he was building up to his own climax, she could tell.

She could hear her ass clapping against his thighs, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. She grabbed his chin, "eyes on me", he obeyed. She grabbed her tits, pinching the nipples and rolling them between her fingers, his face was slack with want. She could feel him getting close to cumming inside of her. So she raised herself up, and smirked down at him.

"Devil woman," was all he said.

She stood up, and went to sit on the desk.

"Your turn" was all that she replied.

He had gone to take a cold shower in the suite's bathroom, explaining he didn't want to get too excited too quickly. She waited on the desk for him, she had no desire to put out the flames now.

Five minutes later and he was back, he spread her thighs apart and positioned himself at her entrance - the moment her eyes met his, he shoved inside of her with enough force that she yelped. He put his hands on either side of the wall behind her and fucked her with all the force in his body. The desk shook, she shook, the moans and curses coming out of her mouth were downright filthy.

He gathered his hands at the nape of her neck, handfuls of hair grasped in each while he cradled her head. Her head rested completely in his palms, her mouth hanging open. He stood in front of where she was splayed on the desk, legs spread to their breaking point. He pounded into her, unrelenting and hungry. Every slam into her was another brick building up to a pinnacle, she couldn't stand it much longer. Her core was throbbing and every thrust that brought the tip of his cock pressing against her gspot was bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Who do you belong to?" The question was equal parts growl and whisper.

She shuddered in his hands, this question felt too far, but she honestly already knew the answer.

In that moment, she didn't care who she called her husband, didn't care whose mother she was or the person she had grown to be. She was his, she belonged to him. She knew this could not last, but she would soak in this night like it was her last on earth.

"Yours," Vera gasped the word out, knowing it was true, "I'm yours, Eric."

He was still pumping into her, but he has slowed, taking his time.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you."

He seized the last word with a kiss, his mouth pressed to hers so hard she thought she might bruise. One of his arms fell away from her head and wrapped around her back, the hand still at her nape had spread out and pushed her to him even harder. She thought she tasted blood, she didn't care.

He pulled away and set her back against the wall, hooked a hand under each of her knees and pulled her legs up so he had full access to her pussy. She looked up into his eyes and saw a wicked gleam there, all she could do was hold on as she felt his exquisite length run though her over and over and over, pushing her over the edge of that elusive climax. She cried out, his name and several curses on her tongue.

He could no longer justify containing himself, he spilled himself into her and bit her shoulder. His hands now wrapped around her body, holding her to him.

There was only this moment, tomorrow, life, could wait.