For Never (And for Always)

It could never be. Never. 1

But it was.2

It couldn't but it was.3

It was forbidden, a poison apple high on a tree. So juicy, so delicious. But unattainable.4

And yet, here it was. It was in his eyes, deep with passion. In his touch, his rough, gentle hands. In his voice, his moan of longing. It was all here. 5

It could never be, but it was. Just for now. 6

“I've waited so long,” his fantasy lips whispered, nibbling on her earlobe. She felt the strength of his hands as they explored under her shirt, pulled him to her hungrily.7

“This is so wrong,” she moaned, her lips on his neck, his chin, any part of him she could reach.8

“No,” he said. “You and me, that's right. All we need, baby.” His lips were on hers then, sealing her sounds, his tongue seeking entrance. She kissed him back, he was her everything. All that existed in the world was her and him and this moment. She could not let herself think beyond this moment. His hands were in her bra, the skilled fingers undoing the simple clasps. His hands, so rough, so manly, covered her breasts, fondling every inch. He broke the kiss, pulling her shirt up inch by inch, kissing every piece of skin as it was revealed. 9

His eyes looked up, met with hers, as his lips met her breasts. His eyes savored every inch, memorizing, almost worshiping them. His lips on her nipple, tongue just barely touching. She felt herself shudder with desire, wanting more, wanting all of him. She felt the need, the need to belong to him, the need to be something to him. She pulled his face back up and kissed him, her hands caressing the strength of his shoulders.10

“I need you,” she whispered in his ear. She wasn't sure he understood the depth of those words, but he took her in his arms all the same, guided her hand to his groin. Together, they undid the buttons and zips on his pants, pulling them down. She plunged her hand into his boxer shorts, desperate in her desire to feel him. And there it was, rock-like, pulsing in her hand. 11

“All for you,” he whispered in her ear, making her smile. All for her. She was the one he wanted, nobody else. In this moment, in this cloud of passion, it was her that he thought of. She bent her head, tasting him, her tongue cherishing every inch he had to offer. His strong hands were in her hair, guiding her. His moans excited her and she took more, more, as much as she could.12

His hands left her hair, sliding down to her waist. One hand slipped inside the thick denim of her jeans, the other resting on the curve of her hip. His fingers found her wetness, her secret desire. She looked up at him, their eyes met. They both felt the sparks, felt the need to be together in every sense of the word. She needed to feel it, feel their bodies connect, like two pieces of the same puzzle. He was on top of her in that instant, her pants were on the floor, and he was guiding himself inside her. Slowly, slowly, so slow it almost hurt. His lips were on her neck, whispering wordless phrases in her ear as he slid in so slow. She moaned in pleasure, savoring the feeling of his manhood, feeling whole for the first time in forever. 13

“This is exactly how I pictured it,” she told him, her arms around him, their eyes locked. “Just like this.”14

“Shh,” he told her. “Just enjoy the moment.” He thrust himself into her as she lay there, reveling in the feel of his body. This was better, in fact, than her countless dreams. The months of waiting. The excitement, the dread, the desire in the pit of her stomach every time she thought about him. Despite what he said, it was wrong. They should not be here. 15

He moaned lightly in her ear, making her wetter still.16

“Mhmm,” she moaned back. “Right there...oh god...” He smiled as he thrust himself harder, knowing he was driving her to the edge. He could see it in her eyes, see how close she was. Just like she'd been in his dreams, every night since he'd first laid eyes on her. She'd had no idea, at first, how he felt. The simple jokes, the friendly hugs. How he cherished those moments. She'd been slow to catch on... A lingered gaze, a hug that lasted just a bit too long. And they both knew. These things were wrong. At night, his wife asleep on his other side, he knew. But it couldn't keep him from his desire.17

“Let go, baby,” he whispered in her ear, his hands on her chest. “Let go for me.” 18

Her eyes found his, and he savored the expression on her face, the pure pleasure and satisfaction. He felt it coming himself, buried himself in her, lost in the release he'd longed for all these months. 19

They knew it would happen again. It could never be, but it was.