Complicated Bliss

Chapter 6

He glared at her in shock, disbelief clear in his piercing blue eyes. "Why should I want to do that? Why would you?"

"I….I mean," she whispered softly, "don't you find me attractive?" The words sounded foreign, that needy question escaping the mess inside her mind.

He narrowed his eyes to stare at her, incomprehensible. The silence that flew between them stretched to a point where it became heavy; she wished she could crawl under the seat and disappear. Impulsive, born out of heartbreak, this was already spiraling out of control.

At last, he spoke in an even voice, calmly neutral. "Yes," he agreed, "but I don't understand. Why would you want to have s*x with me?"

"Look," she started with a hollow tone, "I just realized that all my life I made one horrible mistake. The worst mistake." Her voice cracked, and she stumbled, tears welling up ready to spill. "I need to make one more mistake before I snap back to my senses."

"Does that make any sense?" he said, browning in puzzlement. "Why would you want to go on making mistakes, particularly one which got you in this state?"

"Because," she exclaimed, desperation now flowing from her, "with this, I may be able to forgive myself for that terrible mistake. Don't try to understand me. The only thing I want from you is sex."

"I don't need your love. I don't want your money. And I don't care who you are or what the name is. All I want is that you have s*x with me."

He shook his head, his brow furrowing further on his handsome face. "No, I can't do that. Obviously, you're upset. What was it that happened to make you feel this way? Perhaps I could help you by just listening."

She fell silent, her heart racing as the silence between them swelled with everything left unsaid. Bold and reckless, she began to strip off her dress, letting the material pool at her feet. Completely exposed now, her heart hammered within her chest, washing over her in waves of vulnerability.

He looked away, a flash of guilt crossing his face. "I don't think I can do this. You are hurt, and really, I just don't think this is the answer."

"I don't need a solution," she repeated, desperation lacing her voice. "I need a break." Thus saying, she surged forward, got up on her toes, and pressed herself against him, kissing him desperately.

The very instant that their lips joined, inhibitions became history. He kissed her back hard, and the next thing she knew, they were on the bed with the full weight of his body pressed down on hers, her heart aflame in a kiss.

He broke the kiss, his eyes looking deeper into hers for confirmation. "Are you sure you want to do this? " He whispered with a hot breath that danced across her lips.

She met his gaze, a newfound stabilization rising in her. "Yes," she said, the tone firm now, echoing with the strength of her resolve. "I'm sure."

The moment she gave her consent, he pinned her against the bed, his lips devouring hers while his hands wandered over her body, sending sparks through her organs. His touch stirred something deep inside her, something so long unfelt she didn't know she was capable of it. The moaning grew louder and louder as his touch overwhelmed her to the extent that it reached into her very soul.

With one careless movement, she whipped off his towel, her hands sliding to the bulge between his legs. She wrapped her fingers around him, her touch light and gentle; the groan that exploded from him sent a thrill through her.

When his lips fell on her breast, a husky gasp broke from her. His tongue teased at each n****e while the waves of desire rolled hard over her. When his fingers inched down to her slick core, her hands clutched desperately into the sheets-one tangled urgently into his short black hair, the other cradling the back of her skull as she kissed him fervently while he pleasured her.

He could tell she was holding back, and quickened his fingers' pace, which drew cries of delight from her as her lips no longer could bite them back. "Please, f**k me now," she begged in a throaty whisper, wanting him to fill her.

"I will, sweetheart, but after you c*m for me," he whispered in his husky voice and taunted her.

She tumbled over the edge, her body wracked with pleasure as the orgasm tore through her. Before she had time to catch her breath, he was between her thighs, plunging into her with such urgency that she spun into another circle of ecstasy.

The groan that escaped her lips was one of pure and utter pleasure, as the feeling overwhelmed her. She couldn't stop, torn between needing him to slow down so she could catch her breath and desperation for him to keep going. Her waist moved in rhythm with his thrusts, and for the very first time in her life, a whole world of pleasure opened, which she never knew would even exist.

He drew back, his breathing hard, and pressed one last kiss onto her lips. "I'll be right back," he said, still heavy with the pressure of his needs. "I need to get my phone out of the car, and some other things we may need for tonight."

She watched him get dressed in record time and leave outside the door, leaving her to lie naked on the bed alone. Her body was still humming from the intensity of what had just occurred, but the sound of his footsteps grew fainter, bringing in the cold wave of reality.

It hit her like a punch to the gut. Williams and Rose, her best friend, in the pool, their lips locked, water glazing on their skin. She could still hear their laughter, the way they touched each other, like she didn't exist.

A knot twisted in her stomach, and she bit her lip to stop the tears. She forced herself to breathe, the betrayal, meanwhile, nudged aside in her mind, and happy thoughts slid in about the stranger. His touch still lingered on her skin, his hands, his lips.

I didn't even know his name. What would I say when he comes back? Would it be too forward to just ask? Mabel pondered, her mind racing.

The next instant, there was a loud clang from beyond the room, and her pulse rose steeply. The door creaked open, and her eyes popped open, alerted. "Who's there?" she called out as the voice carried off the walls of the room.

Her heart thudded against the rigidness of her ribcage. "Who's there?" she shouted out again, louder this time. There was no response.

"Is that room service?" she hollered, her voice shaking, but still there was no answer. Her breath caught in her throat.

She frantically sought something to wrap around herself, as the doorway filled with a dark figure. She heaved a stopped heartbeat, her heart beating hard against her breasts. Then, with hands clutching her breasts, she screamed out in sheer terror. "Who is it? Who's there?"