What Could Be

Catarina sighed, she knew this was wrong. But she couldn’t help herself, it didn’t matter he was married, and she had a boyfriend. She sat up slowly, and watched him his face and body awash in the moons glow. His blonde hair a burnished silvery gold, deep blue eyes closed in sleep, his strong body curled around hers.

Sighing again, she ran her hand through his hair and down his side down to his hip where she cupped his buttock and smiled slightly when she encountered the nail marks she had left. She felt she could love him but wouldn’t let herself; there was no point in setting herself up for disappointment. He was married; he wasn’t going to leave his wife and kids even if they were having problems.

Shaking her head she moved so that she lay once more curled into his arms, thoughts of this nature could wait for another day, after all it was late and she’d had a long day of work and sex. As she quickly drifted into morpheus’s realm, she smiled and nuzzled closer to him so that she heard his heartbeat, strong and sure against her ear.

Moaning, she drew the covers up and over her head. It was too early, even though as she risked a look at her clock it was noon, she had nothing to do today, and planned on lazing about. With a groan, she drew herself up and out of bed, standing before her closet of mirrors, she looked at the marks of her married lovers making. Grinning she ran a hand down her side, seeing his teeth-marks and finger imprints. It really was a good thing she and her boyfriend had never gotten this far yet. Sighing yet again, she thought of Lex, and how jealous he would be if he were to find out.

It was partially his fault though! Not that it defended her actions in all reality, but it made her feel a small measure better if only for a moment. She wished that she knew what she really wanted, Lex or Mikhael? Hearing a knock on her door she threw on her bathrobe and went to answer it, standing before her was Mikhael, and she was confused, normally he never came back at this time. Once he was gone, she wouldn’t see him for days sometimes a week or two weeks.

Sure they texted and roleplayed, but that wasn’t the same as actually seeing him. She looked him up and down, and grinned. He was mussed as if he had just rolled out of bed and she caught a glimpse of the mark she had left upon his neck. The only reason they got away with her marking him was due to the fact that he and his wife stopped having sex.

“Cat, can I come in?” His question brought her out of her musings, and she mutely nodded standing aside so he could do so. Walking to the living room and kitchen, she asked him, “What brings you here Mik? You’re not usually here until late…”

”She knows Cat! And… Well… I need a place to stay and I was hoping I could with you? Since you have well… The extra room, I can help with whatever needs be done. Hell, I’ll even behave when you have Lex over and I want to be the one touching you, fucking you, making you mine. I know the only reasons we haven’t become a couple is I was married, of which by the way, I was told she wants a divorce, and you have Lex.” He stuttered, paused then finished in a rush.

She was dumbfounded; this had come out of left field. She’d always hoped it would happen even if only in the back of her mind, and less so since she and Lex had hooked up, but it was always there. Not to mention some of the dreams she had… Ones where, she woke up and had to break out her vibrator because her fingers just didn’t do the trick

She just sat looking at him for several minutes, and finally, “Yes, you can stay. You know my routine pretty damn well. You know when I’ll be busy, when Lex will be here etc. I’ll introduce you to him tonight when he comes over, and you promise you’ll be on your best behavior?”

He looked down, then back at her and smiled earnestly, “Yes, I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. After all, I don’t want to lose you, nor do I want you to hate me for ruining something.”

“Good, now… I do believe we have time for a quickie… Come with me to the shower?”

Mikhael grinned, and followed her like a dutiful puppy to the shower and stood leaning against the wall as she pulled her robe off and slowly revealed tantalizing glimpses of her golden bronze body, her hair falling in a mass of tangled curls down to her ass. Bending forward she bared her ass to him, along with his tooth-marks, the artificial light illuminating the red and gold highlights in her dark chestnut hair.

Standing up, she stood holding three towels, two for her, one for him. After all, with her long hair, she had to dry it separately. Her hips swayed side to side as she sauntered over to the shower and flipped the hot and cold handles on. Stepping back a fraction of a step, she admired her shower. It had multiple shower heads around the perimeter, it was also open, no doors or anything but the three walls.

While she was busy with the towels he stripped of his own clothing, all ending up in a heap in a corner of the bathroom. There were perks to him being here, the bathroom was huge, white marble with veins of gold and pink made up the floor, the counters and sink, ceiling to floor mirror, white oak paneling for the closet containing shampoos and such, and the cabinet from which she’d pulled the towels from.

She moaned softly at the thought of the sex she was about to have, surrounded by that steaming hot water, Mikhael pounding away at her pussy, their fingers working her clit, the beat of the water washing away their aches and pains… And the thought of the detachable shower head… She’d brought herself to orgasm on many a lonely night, when she hadn’t seen Mikhael, and she needed something different.

Turning, she gave Mikhael and come hither look, and kissed him lightly. Briefly she sank to her knees and kissed the tip of his length, and fondled his balls, before standing once more and sauntering back to the shower and stood under the water, watching and waiting for him to join her. As she waited she swayed side to side, tossing her head. The dance was unusual and exotic, all at the same time sexual. It was a mix of styles, gypsy style dancing and belly-dancing. The full affect was better when clothed, but extremely sexual either way.

Mikhael stood transfixed for a few moments, then without a moments hesitation grabbed her by the waist and pulled her to him, bending so he could ravish her mouth with bruising force. Reaching down to cup her ass, he pulled her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. Once she had done that, he moved so that she lay against the wall, still wrapped around his waist, her pussy resting tantalizingly above his straining cock, pre-cum no doubt already pearling at the tip.

When the necessity of breathing came up, he pulled back from their kiss with a gasp. When he did so, she nuzzled his neck, kissing where his pulse was the strongest, then, nibbling on the juncture between neck and shoulder causing him to throw his head back and moan. The grip he had on her ass became almost bruising, causing her to moan and rub her breasts against his chest and rub his cock teasingly.

Finally, he could take it no more and adjusted himself and thrust into her dripping wet pussy, engulfed in her tight wet heat. Her muscles holding him tight, so tight he almost came, to muffle her moans she leant forward and sunk her teach into Mikhaels shoulder.

Catarina rode him hard, leaving fresh nail marks, and the bite mark, all oozing blood, not much but a little. Soon they were collapsed on the floor of the shower, the water pounding around them, and washing away almost all the signs of their love making.

Groaning, she managed to make it to her feet and stood for a few moments under the spray of the water. Stepping it out of the shower, she leant forward and wrapped her hair, then stood straight and wrapped her body in her towel, tossing a glance back at Mikhael she said, “Finish your shower. I’m going to get dressed and start getting dinner ready since Lex is going to be here. I’ll introduce you then.”