Possession

The way the sun came through the windows and touched her hip made her
skin glow a pink, hot glow, despite the cold outside.  He sat there, in
the chair by the door, his chin in his hand, looking at her naked body.
 Why had she finally succumbed to his advances, his burning desire?  It
had come in a rush, like a suicidal man running to the edge of the
cliff and throwing himself off for fear he would stop at the edge,
looking up, not down.
 Their sex that afternoon in this cheap hotel room had been incredible;
her fear of falling with her fear of it ending combined to make her
desperate for everything she could have.  He had returned her urgency,
her fire, with a slow hand, touching her gently, kissing her just so;
cuddling her and caressing her.  Savoring her smell, her taste, the
feel of her soft, perfect skin, he had taken his time bringing her to
her peak.  
 Now they were done, at least for now and she dozed, her beautiful,
blue eyes closed to the sun that intruded on her.  She had not covered
herself and he could see her back, her ass, with its perfect, matching
hemispheres, the strength of her legs.  Inwardly he was at war with
himself.  He knew he had taken something that afternoon, something that
did not belong to him and used it for his pleasure, but at the same
time he reveled in his possession of her forbidden fruit.  
 She had called him the day before at work.
 "I want to meet you," she said in a hushed tone.
 "What?" he had asked.
 "I have had enough waiting.  I need to know."
 He almost made the mistake of pointing out that she had not been the
one waiting.
 "Ok, where do we meet?"
 "That's up to you.  Call me on my cell phone after twelve tomorrow. 
Tell me where to find you."
 "OK... I can do that."
 He had looked for an out of the way hotel, finally finding an old
hotel run by a bunch of Asian immigrants.  He got a room about 11:30
and called her from the payphone outside at 12:01.  
 "I'm here, " he said.
 "Where?"
 She had arrived 20 minutes later.  He was in the room, having taken a
shower, wearing only a pair of sweatpants when she entered.  For her
part she looked sexy and casual, wearing leggings and a midriff-baring
top.  Her hair was tied back.
 He could tell she was nervous, so he didn't get physical right away,
but offered her a beer or glass of wine.  She had taken a long drink of
a beer, then grabbed him and kissed him, putting her hands down his
pants, caressing his ass as she moaned a little.
 His hands went under her top, pulling it up to bare her tits, which he
cupped and pinched, kissing her deeply at the same time.  Her hands
pulled him close and his hard cock pressed against her stomach as his
hands pulled her top off.  He kissed her shoulders and ran his hand
down her back to her round ass, cupping it through her leggings as she
gasped.  She pushed him then, forcing him back to the bed, where he
fell on his back.
 Not waiting a second, she had pulled his pants off and started sucking
him, taking him all the way in.  He groaned and gasped as she worked
his hard cock over.  He had to hold back, not wanting to cum yet.
 She pulled back then and looked into his eyes.
 "Fuck me before I stop!" she said.
 He pulled her onto the bed and pulled her pants off and she was naked,
her light blond pussy hair, belly and long, white legs open for him. 
He spread her legs then and mounted her, rubbing his rock-hard cock
against the opening of her pussy, stimulating her clit as he did so. 
She ground against him, his mouth on one of her nipples, sucking it as
she made little mewling sounds.
 Put it in you fucker!" she commanded.  He did not pause, but complied,
raising himself up and pulling back, aiming the head of his cock at her
wet, pink slit.  He looked into her eyes as he entered her, wanting to
see her reaction.  She looked back, her eyes betraying her fear, lust
and guilt as his cock parted her pussy lips.  
 He pushed in all the way then, not waiting for her, just penetrating
her as far as he could, hitting bottom, his balls pumping against her
ass.  She took a deep breath and grabbed his ass as he pushed it in
again, starting up a slow, measured fucking pace as she started to meet
each of his strokes.  Her legs wrapped around him and her hands grabbed
his shoulders, her back arched and her head to one side, her eyes half
closed.  She was tighter than he had imagined, wet and warm and his
cock loved the feeling of her.  
 For several minutes he just enjoyed the feeling of being in her,
having her, possessing her, if only for a few moments.  Her reactions
became more pronounced then, her breath quicker, her upward thrusts a
little more urgent and her grasp on him more urgent.  He quickened his
pace, the actions of their two bodies producing a little slip-slap each
time he entered and exited.  He was now nearing his peak too and just
as he was thinking he could hold back no longer she groaned and arched
her back, lifting him off the bed as she came.   
She cried out, her mouth open, her fingernails digging into his
shoulders as her legs tried to crush the life out of him.  At the same
moment he let himself reach his peak and he released his load of hot,
wet cum into her cunt, filling it with his love juice, spurting over
and over, feeling his balls contract as he emptied himself.  It was an
incredible orgasm and he cried out almost as loudly as she did as he
finished deep inside of her.
He looked down as he finished, meeting her tortured, hungry gaze and
smiled.  She tried to smile back, but grimaced instead.  He pushed
himself into her one more time as deeply as he could and her eyes
closed in ecstasy as he did so.  Slowly, he had pulled himself out of
her and lay down next to her, his breath coming in gasps.
They lay there like that for a while, just trying to catch their
breath.  He was covered with sweat and she had a sheen on her body as
well.  
"Yes, now I know," she said.
 "You do?"
 "I, I can't ever do this again.  If I do I will be lost forever.  You...
you took me someplace I have never seen and should never have seen."
 She got up then and went into the bathroom as he watched her.  He
heard her wash up then and in a few minutes came out, laying on the
bed, facing him.
 He had started to touch her then, but she stopped him.
 "No, not now," she said and he stopped.  He had gotten up too and went
into the bathroom, then put his sweat pants on and sat there, watching
her.

 She stirred now and turned to look at him.  God, she was so fucking
perfect, so beautiful.  Her soft, yet firm breasts, the swell of her
belly, the downy hair on her pussy... he groaned inwardly.  
 "I'm sorry," she said.
 "For what?"
 "For... for tempting you, for making you fall," there were tears in her
eyes.
 "No, no, there is nothing to be sorry for," he said.  She smiled, a
sad smile, and shook her head.  Slowly, she got up and dressed.  She
picked up her purse and keys and looked at him then.
 "You were right," she said.  "We are meant for each other, but we can
never be each other's."  With that she opened the door and left.  He
could only sit there and remember the taste of her kiss and the feeling
of possessing her for those few, short minutes.  Finally he got up and
showered, trying to wash the wonderful, terrible scent of her from him.

