Illegal Love

He laid me down on the bed and then rolled me over. I felt the lights go dim. I told myself that I was not going to make this a pleasurable time for him, but then I felt a warm liquid on my back. He was putting massage oil on me, and then he started rubbing it in. I tried to resist and stiffen myself up, but it felt wonderful. Up and down my body. I felt his warm hands caressing every tender spot he could think of. I had been so tense since I had gotten the telephone call from him, but this, well; this was taking care of all of that. I started talking. I’m not sure what prompted it, but I started talking about all kinds of stuff, and he said he agreed or disagreed every now and then. Suddenly he stopped and told me to turn over. Every muscle in my body tensed back up again.

“Relax, just relax. I’m not going to do anything until I know that you’re ready.”

I was feeling a little woozy from the wine and said with a giggle, “Well, I might as well go home now.”

I started to get up, and he softly pushed me back to the bed and whispered, “Just relax, girl.”

He started the massage again from the bottom of my feet. I think that helped a little. It was ticklish at first, but once he had them relaxed, he continued up to my ankles and then my calves. It was all feeling so wonderful, I found myself getting angry because I was enjoying it so much. When he got to my thighs, I got scared again, but as he massaged me, I loosened back up. With one hand, he ran his fingers over the hairs that ran up to my navel, and with the other, he massaged the inner part of my thigh. I was getting afraid, but the wine loosened me up. Then he massaged between my legs. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I had no other choice. He was making me feel good. I felt trapped. He kept on massaging me, and then he leaned over and put his mouth on my breast. I could have exploded just from the initial touch. I gasped from the pleasure and breathed out his name “Noel.”

He smiled, knowing that he had made me do this. Slowly he lifted his head up and said, “Shush, I won’t do anything until you’re ready.”

Then he went back to kissing my breast. This continued for a while until I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed, “I’m ready!”

He stopped. With a contented grin on his face, he raised himself up over me and took off his robe. I remembered that beautiful body. Solid, muscular, beautifully browned. He should have been a model instead of a con artist. I remembered how passionate our lovemaking had been before and would now be again. I reached up for him. He lowered himself slowly to me, then put his hot mouth on top of mine. This time I responded. It was so wonderful. My head was swimming from the wine, but I believed everything would be all right in a matter of moments. He stopped kissing me and lifted himself up again. As he hovered over me, his look made me feel wanted. He went back to kissing one breast and then the other. He knew what made me desire him. He did not hesitate to use it against me. I had forgotten how good he was at what he did, but it was all coming back to me. He slid his tongue down to my navel and back up again, and for a moment, I thought I was losing my mind. How could I be feeling such passion for this man?

He asked if I was ready.

“Yes.”

I was ashamed of myself, but I wanted him badly by now. Then he inserted himself inside of me and together our bodies rocked slowly up and down. We went from side to side and around back and forth, again and again. It was as if we had never been apart. Our bodies listened to each other and knew when to move. I raised my leg up high and laid it on his shoulder. He turned and put his teeth into my flesh. My leg ached, but it felt so good. Oh, the pleasure was too much. I screamed, “Robert! Robert!” He stopped in mid motion. I looked at him, not sure of what was happening.

“What’s the matter? Why did you stop?”

“You called me Robert.”

“I did not call you Robert.”

He rolled off me. “Yeah, you did.”

I just lay there trying to remember if I had actually said it. “I’m sorry, but what did you think? Did you think that tonight I would stop thinking about him?”

He said, “Well, no, you are my brother’s woman now.”

I tried to explain that I didn’t know that they were brothers, but he just scooted to the edge of the bed and sat there with his head in his hands. I could tell that things were not going at all the way he had planned. I continued to lie in the same spot. I was afraid to move and afraid not to. I still remembered the things he had done to me before and knew that at any moment, he might go back to that person that had hurt me. In a very dry tone he said, “Go home.”

I lay there for another minute, still afraid to move. I wanted to ask what he was going to do. I needed to know if he was going to tell Robert about us, but he said nothing, just staring into space. Then he got up off the bed and left the room. After a moment, I got up and gathered my things.