Love Between the Sheets

TW: Sex

They met on the stairs. Hearts beating a drumroll.

            “Kiss me,” he commanded.

            After looking around, she leaned forwards. A lusty smile spread across her lips. Four blue eyes closed as their lips met.

            “We shouldn’t,” she whispered, pulling away.

            “Isn’t that why it’s so fun? No one is here. But we can hear them.” His fingers slipped into her long black hair. She leaned in again.

            Their lust was brand new. It fed on messages between them day and night. Smiles pulled their mouths wide whenever they read the latest volley of their story.

            “You’re a bad man,” she said. Smiling. Biting her lip.

            “That’s why you like me.” His hand slid down her back.

            “It’s one of the reasons. Come on, lets go.” Work was done. “The quicker we get to bed, the quicker I can be loud.”

            For a moment he watched her walking, curves in jeans. Wide hips swayed. Tattoos peeked from rolled up sleeves.

Quickstepping to the station, they were soon on the train. Frisky fingers typed words that could not be spoken in public.

            I’m ripping your clothes off the moment the door closes, he typed.

            Glad to hear it. She smiled as she looked up at him. I have a little surprise for you.

            TELL ME.

            No. No spoilers. You have to wait and see. She licked her lips. You should sit down; you’re pitching a tent.

            He looked down. She was right. He tried to think about anything else. I’m too excited, he typed. I’ve been looking forward to today since last week.

            Two stations? This thing needs to go faster, she typed.

            Definitely. May I say, you’re looking irresistible in those jeans, and I have no plans to resist at all. They’re better off on the floor though. Hurry up train!

            I liked the story you wrote me last night. About us on the island. You never finished.

            Looking up from his phone, he gave her a grin that would have had him killed in some countries. Where were we?

            On the beach again. We’d lost our clothes and you were rubbing lotion on me.

            “Time to get off,” he said, realising it was their station.

            I plan to, she typed.

Four condoms, and two showers later, they lay on what was left of the bed.

            “I needed that so bad,” she said. Her eyes were closed as she mumbled into the sheets.

            “You talk like it’s over,” he said.

            “It has to be over. I’ll die,” she spoke into the tangled sheets. Her pale skin glistened with sweat from head to toe. 

            “But you’ll die happy.” He ran a finger down her back, making her shiver. A sadistic smile spread across his flushed face.

            “Stop that.”

            “No.”

            “You like to tease me.”

            “You know it. I prefer to do it with my tongue though.” Laying down next to her, he let his hand wander down her back.

            “Kiss me first.” Blue eyes locked together. Her straight black hair lay across the bed as she rolled onto her side. Her trembling hand pulled his to her neck. Dry lips caressed each other. “We need water.”

            He rolled off the bed. Grabbing a bottle from his work bag, he passed it to her. “These sheets look like they’ve been through a flood.”

            “No wonder. I’m half dead,” she closed her eyes and threw both hands over her face. Silver glinted on her wedding finger. “What am I doing?”

            “If you’re half dead, we’re halfway there. You’re having the best sex of your life?” He kissed her thighs and kept going.

            “You’re going to kill me,” she said. Her next exhalation was a gasp as her fingers strangled the sheets.

            “Then tell me to stop. No? I’ll keep going then.”

            Her phone buzzed. She pushed him from between her legs and grabbed it. “It’s my husband. He’s working late again. There’s a surprise.” Her frown broke as her lover picked another condom from the packet and began strobing his eyebrows up and down.

            “Kill me.” She smiled and threw her phone back on to the bedside table.

They kissed in the shower. Bodies tangled together in knots. Hands lost themselves in mischief.

            Towels worked to dry them off. Lusty smiles turned to sombre frowns. He threw on his clothes. She gathered hers, watching him.

            “My husband is away for work next week. We could go to my house instead of the hotel. I want to do it in my bed. I’ve never had sex in it. Can you believe that?” Her eyes mourned opportunities lost, time and youth slipping through her fingers.

            “No. I never understand where the lust goes. At first, you’re the magic that makes their world go round. One day you realise they’re bored of you. They spend more time with their back to you at night.”

            “And yet you love them,” her head hung. Wet hair hid her guilty face.

            “Which only makes it harder. You stay, hoping it will get better. Instead, you just feel them slipping further away. They become a stranger,” he sighed. He yawned. “Shame about the rest of the condoms. Can’t take them home though.”

            Feet wrinkled from the shower squeezed into socks. Shoes swallowed them. “I’m just going to tell her I’m on my way home now.” He began typing.

            “You could stay a little longer?” Her voice was hopeful. She patted the bed.

            “No. I need to go. If I start coming home later than usual, she’ll be suspicious. I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Come here. Kiss me goodbye.” His outstretched hand summoned her from the sheets.

            Naked flesh rose. In a birthday suit curved to kill, she walked to him, slowly.

            “Please don’t go.” Her words were whispered whiskey. Seductive. Addictive. Deadly in high doses.

            He was normally the voice of temptation. Strict self-discipline kept him to his schedule. He had to run for the train home. She was slipping. Falling into something that could destroy them both. Two marriages. Two homes. Two families.

            “Remember you love him. We must be careful,” he said. Each word was warning and regret. In their stories they were free to be together whenever and wherever they liked.

            Both had made promises. She looked at the ring on her finger.

            “It gets harder to say goodbye to you every time,” she said. Picking up her clothes, she began to dress.

            “I know. But that’s a pain we have to bear. I still love her. Despite this. I love her.” He reached for the door.

            “See you tomorrow,” she said.

            “I can’t wait.” He winked and closed the door. Outside the hotel room, he looked at his phone. Three messages. He was going to miss the train.

            Head light from exhaustion, he fled the scene of the crime. He’d prepared an alibi. It had to hold.