Secret
By:
Coffee
His hands moved up
her thighs, headed straight for the virginal white panties covering her. His
lips trailed down her neck as she arched her back, offering herself to him. He
smirked at her clamped shut eyes, preparing to indulge himself in her body.
He was pushed to
lay flat on his back, the cool sheets a sharp contrast to the rest of his body
temperature. Her smooth thighs slide over his pelvis to rest on either side of
him, her hands slowly gliding over his chest. She was staring down at him,
wantonly, needfully. Her once perfect hair was now a wild mess, complements of
their tossing and turning between the sheets. She looked every bit the crazed
sex kitten she appeared to be and he preferred to think he was the only man to
have ever brought this out of her.
Watch the
sunrise
Say your
good-byes
Off we go
Some
conversation
No contemplation
Hit the road
He pulled his jeans
up over his slender hips before sitting on the bed to pull his shoes on. He
watched her by the dresser, fumbling to hook the snaps on her bra before
shrugging her shirt on over it. He couldn't quite figure out what his
fascination with her was. Yes, she was beautiful, and he was a guy. But usually
when a guy saw a pretty lady, she'd become a conquest, he'd get her, then
forget her.
Been there, hit
that.
But no, he'd had
her, spent the night inside of her, and yet he couldn't take his eyes off of
her. She glanced at him through the mirror as she fastened the precious
necklace she'd insisted on taking off, and flashed him a sexy pearly white
smile along with a wink, causing him to smile giddily to himself.
Once they were both
fully dressed, and once again presentable, he lead her back out to the parking
lot, to where their cars were parked side-by-side. It was an isolated old
motel, where no prying eyes or members of the press would ever think to look
for him. After he'd walked her to her door, and she'd unlocked it and tossed
her purse inside, she turned to him with angelic eyes and offered her first
words in hours other than his name, 'oh God,' and 'yes'.
"Good-bye."
He nodded with a
smirk, not really knowing what to say, and held her door for her as she got in
like the gentleman he was.
Car overheats
Jump out of my
seat
On the side of
the highway baby
Our road is long
Your hold is
strong
Please don't
ever let go oh no
He was speeding
down the deserted highway now. He'd watched her leave, watched her tail lights
as she traveled down the same road going in the opposite direction. It was so
movie picture perfect, there was even a trail of dust behind her car, and he
looked every bit the broken hearted lover left behind.
He set the cruise
control and leaned back into the leather seat. There was nothing but pavement
for miles, and the orange setting sun created the perfect backdrop. His mind
wandered back to that lady, that mesmerizing woman. He could still feel the
heat created between them.
He could smell her
as soon as he had entered the room. Every man in the club could, it was
lingering in every corner. He knew her right away, it took a certain kind of
woman to carry off a scent like that. It wasn't flowery or fruity, it was
sweet, sexy, strong but not overpowering or overbearing. She had these big
brown eyes, and he could feel her stare on his face. He tried to ignore it,
ignore her, but it was hard to do. Her presence was strong. Everywhere he
turned he saw her, rolling her body to the beat, slowly, sensuously, like some
kind of neo-soul music video dancer.
Finally he just
couldn't take it anymore, the pain of trying to stay away when she was so
obviously calling him was too much. He grinned inwardly when she brushed off
some guy who had been trying to grind against her and slowly advanced towards
him, meeting him half way. Instantly he could make out the outline of two very
round, very plump breasts thanks to the three buttons she'd left undone. He
gave her that look, the one he knew would get inside her soul. She sized him
up, and gave him the same look back. She didn't mutter a word when he slipped
an arm around her waist and pulled her up against him.
I know I don't
know you
But I want you
so bad
Everyone has a
secret
But can they
keep it?
Oh no they can't
The motel was a
mutual idea. She knew the location, he offered the credit card. They'd agreed
the night before to meet there at noon. They didn't have to say a word as they
preceded to the room side-by-side, the key dangling from his long fingers
Things started out
slowly, minimal conversation, more staring than anything. The first time he
kissed her it was slow and sweet and exotic. She had the softest lips he'd ever
felt and she tasted like strawberries and a little amaretto. Something about an
afternoon drinker was kinda sexy.
He could vividly
remember standing in front of the mirror with her, her shirt a silk puddle on
the floor to his right. He unfastened her necklace, setting it gently on the
counter in front of him as he left soft kisses where the chain had been. Her
smell filled his nostrils, he still couldn't quite figure out what it was. His
hands moved forward to the white lace cups stretched across her chest. As he
touched her intimately her red lips parted with a sigh, her head lolled back
onto his bare shoulder.
Slowly the hooks on
her bra were undone and the material was slipped from her body. He stood
paralyzed by the sight of her. Apparently her skin was kissed by the sun. She
was already a mocha color, but other than the lines that had been covered by
her bra straps, her shoulders were bronzed to a milk chocolate color. He would
later discover a faint flip-flop tan line on her delicate feet as well.
Drivin' fast now
Don't think I
know how to go slow
Where you at
now?
I feel around
There you are
The hours had
become a blur and he could only remember flashes and quick emotions about her.
The interesting differences between her and other women he'd been with and the
things he liked about her body. The way her breasts felt pressed against his
chest. The way her pink tongue tasted and how her skin felt, stretched over
toned feminine muscles. The way she gently tugged on his bottom lip. The way
she sighed softly whenever he made the right move. How their limbs looked
tangled with one another, a striking difference between his paleness and her
darkness. A mixture that would have been punishable by death just a few decades
earlier. The lines her nails left on his back and arms. How her hair tickled
his face, and her fingers in his hair. Her giggles. Her sweat. Her orgasms.
Should he remember
all of this? Probably not. For a woman he just walked away from and would never
see again? Definitely not.
Cool these
engines
Calm these jets
I ask you how
hot can it get
And as you wipe
off beads of sweat
Slowly you say
"I'm not there yet."
His car rolled
through suburbia, where every street looked the same, every block was like the
others, and every house was built by the same person. He passed the house of
one of his bandmates, who was out doing God-knows-what knowing him. Finally he
pulled into his own driveway, a simple homey two-story. He parked to the left
and got out like he always did. He walked up the paved driveway like he had so
many times before. The door opened for him as it usually did and he was greeted
with a kiss from a perky, pretty, young woman with startling blue eyes. A woman
who wore his wedding ring, and had for the past four years.
I know I don't
know you
But I want you
so bad
Everyone has a
secret
But can they
keep it?
Oh no they can't
"Hey
baby!" She smiled, visibly bouncing with happiness before him, "How
was your day?"
Secret by: Maroon 5
The End
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