The Flame

"The Flame"

The door clicked softly behind them as they entered the room.  She nervously turned and stared into those deep entrancing eyes.  “Why am I here” she thought to herself, “What on earth am I doing?”  There was no denying that the situation was controlled by a deep digging lust.  He breathed a nervous sigh and forced a smile from his scared lips.  They both new this was wrong but they could not stop themselves.  There were others forces at work here, something that neither of them could resist. No matter how much sensibility they seemed to have and no matter how much they discussed the idiocy of the situation they still could not walk away. They stood a few feet apart staring at one another, hands shaky, and palms sweaty.  It was as if they were once again 14 and about to experience their first kiss.  Only this time there was much more at stake.  He fought the devil in his head.  “Yes, I know she’s gorgeous” he thought to himself “But so is my wife”.  He nearly summed the courage to walk away but when he looked at her it was instantly gone replaced by huge burning fire of want.  He whispered to her “we shouldn’t” and she nodded in agreement.  The world was completely still.  The building could have collapsed around them in a huge exploding mess and they would not have noticed.  Never before had he been so drawn to a single person.  She licked her lips trying to speak.  “I have no reason to want this…I am happy” is all she said.  He simply replied “I know”.  With his courage found he finally willed himself to go.

As he turned for the door she reached out for him softly grazing his hand.  That was all it took.  It was as if a match had been set to a gas can.  In moments to fast to count they were on each other.  Lips touching, tongues swirling, bodies pressed hard against one another.  She found her back against the wall.  It was all she could do not to fall over.  They were like animals. This was what the uncontrollable desire of a beast in heat was.  Their hands explored one another fumbling on and under clothes.  When they kissed the want between them was as if they could swallow each other whole or pull themselves literally into one another; a oneness that could never be broken.

His hands found themselves under her bra caressing her soft yet perfectly round breast.  He had to taste her he thought to himself and in moments his lips were on the bare flesh of her stomach.  She stood there pressed against the wall with her head tossed back as he slowly inched up licking and tasting her.  She wanted him and wanted this.  For a moment thoughts of her husband caused a small hesitation.  But that was gone and replaced by a slight appreciating moan that escaped her lips as he sucked in one of her hard perked nipples into his mouth.  He swirled his tongue around it tweaking it slightly with his teeth.  She moaned enjoying the sensual explosion across her body.

She was so turned on.  She needed something more and in flash her hands were inside his pants.  She pawed wildly at his cock wrapping her fingers around it and smiling to herself pleasantly surprised by his girth.  Flashes of him inside her ran through her mind and she grew wetter.  At the very same instant he was thinking of her velvety moistness swallowing him whole.  Her leg was up around his waist as he held her there, grinding into her.  He could smell her lust in the air.  It drove him mad wanting so badly to place his hard aching dick inside her.  His mind was overrun with visions of them fucking in every possible position.  Their carnal dance and desire was only being held back by a mere few layers of clothes.  If they went any further there was to be no turning back and in that instant they separated.

Just as quick as they started they stopped.  They had moved apart and now were staring at one another, panting, hard and wet.  How they managed to pull away from one another they will never know.  It won’t happen again.  The next time they start this fire there will be no way to finish save both being spent and tired.  As they stood with thoughts running a million miles an hour in their heads they realized one thing.  This wouldn’t be the last time. 

“I need to get my head wrapped around this” she said.  “I understand” he whispered.  “I know it’s wrong but I don’t want it to stop” she whispered smiling, ashamed.  He shook his head agreeing.  He looked at her.  “I don’t regret this one bit.  We may be living two lives from now on but I am ok with it if you are”.  Her response was quicker than he expected.  “I am for sure ok with this.  I just need to take it all in.”  “I should go” he said.  The moments those words left his mouth her lips were on his again.  The passion in their kiss was so extreme.  Their hands began to probe each other’s bodies yet again.  Her tongue ran across his soft lips and he sucked it in tasting her.  They danced with each other, tongue, hands, and bodies and then quickly pulled apart. 

He had a wry grin on his face as he walked backward to the door.  She stepped forward but caught herself.  They both knew they had to resist and keep a distance.  This was meant for another time, a better time, a well planned time.  Fools they may have been to even start but fools they will not continue to be, they would continue on but discreetly.  Both of them were smart and now came the daring dance of desire that would challenge them and make their next rendezvous all the more exciting.  “I can’t wait to be with you again” She whispered staring at him.  “Neither can I” he said shutting the door and disappearing behind it.

By
Thomas Aiden