Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. I own nothing.

A/N: For those who read Mr. Cabdriver and liked it, you should find this story equally enjoyable. I missed writing that story and decided to write this one.


When he held the door open for her, their eyes met and she was instantly attracted to him. She smiled and said thank you, staring into his blue eyes. He nodded his head then followed her inside the warm coffee house. She had goose bumps on her skin and it wasn't from the cold winter air but from the nearness of him.


Despite the bitter winter chill, the woman's face glowed as if she was walking in the summer sunshine. Every pulse point on his body pulsed a little bit harder, causing him to jerk in awareness. He picked up speed to beat her to the door, holding it open for her because her beauty deserved chivalry. When she smiled at him, it was like a thousand ships had launched his heart.


The coffee house was crowded with the early morning rush and for once she didn't mind. The constant bumping from impatient people only gave her an excuse to fall back into him and feel his hand touch the small of her back to steady her. She apologized each time. He smiled and said it was okay, using the word love to punctuate his response. He was British and she was a sucker for a man with an accent and a touch that could send electric current across her skin and heat it like a knowing lover despite her thick wool coat. She welcomed his touch with a sigh and a small gasp, wondering if he heard her probably not she thought. The coffee house was not only crowded but also noisy.


The early morning rush always gave him a headache but not this time. All he could think about was how much closer he could get to continue smelling her thick blonde hair. The intoxicating scent reminded him of exotic flowers dosed with a fresh spring rain. She was short but stood with her head held high, confidence at its best he thought. Her head came to the center of his chest and every time she brushed against him, his heart thumped harder than anything he'd ever felt. He wondered if she could hear it-probably not. The noise inside the coffee house was deafening.


She wondered if he preferred coffee or tea. Since he was British, she was guessing tea. She wondered if he preferred strolls in the park versus Monday night football but who was she kidding. He probably could care less about what she wanted to know and more about how much longer he had to wait in this God forsaken line.


The more he sniffed her hair the more he found himself becoming obsessed with it. He wanted to know if it was possible to develop a fetish within minutes of noticing the object of fascination. He tried his best to suppress his sense of smell, asking his sight to distract him with the décor of the coffee house but he gave up within seconds of the request and let the fragrance engulf him like flames.


He wondered if she had a boyfriend or worse a husband but honestly he didn't care. He just wanted to talk to her so he asked her for the time. She turned; informing him it was 7:30AM. At least that's what he thought she said before getting distracted by her glossy lips that made his breath catch in his throat. He managed to say thank you and nothing else, kicking himself for being at a lost for words while he watched her turn away to continue facing the back of the person in front of her.


The sound of his voice in her ear almost made her jump causing a light flutter in her stomach. He wanted to know the time so she turned to him and tried to memorize every angle of perfection on his face without drooling. She noticed the scar on his eyebrow and the natural tint of rose red on his lips. She envied his cheekbones and noticed his eyes were a darker shade of blue. It was then she knew she needed to be careful; she could get lost in those eyes.


There was a brief moment when he looked as if he had more to say but he didn't and she was disappointed. She knew if she wanted to know anything about him, she would have to initiate the conversation first. She had no clue what to say. However, she had to think of something fast. Another register was opening up and soon they would be waited on and her thoughts would no longer be of him but of what she wanted to order. She was filled with an unexpected sadness and she didn't know why so she said the first thing that came to mind. Turning to him, she made reference to how cold it was outside. He agreed and they talked nonstop while they received their orders and just as she thought, he ordered tea.


When she spoke to him, she must of thought he was a stupid git. He'd forgotten he could speak but luckily the awkward silence didn't last long enough for her to repeat herself. When his brain finally kicked in, he couldn't shut up. Nervousness would do that but he was pleased she was able to keep up with him. Her name was Elizabeth just like the Queen Mother but the pretty blonde had more personality. Most of the things they talked about were of little importance but slowly grew in depth. The more she talked the more he wanted to know about her.


Normally, he would have left the coffee house on his way to work but he found himself searching for a table to continue their conversation. She followed him and it never occurred to him to ask her if she needed to leave. It was good sign. She was enjoying his company. However, sooner or later they both would have to part and his body tensed at the thought. He liked her.


Never in her entire life has Elizabeth ever talked this much with a complete stranger but she was very comfortable with him, too comfortable. He looked like his name could be William despite his shocking blonde hair. She liked him. Not only was he chiseled gorgeous; he was also very intelligent and funny. It was a dangerous combination. Rarely, did she meet anyone who possessed all of the qualities she found attractive in a man.


They talked about the weather, his job, her job, and other general stuff but the conversations grew deeper when they started to talk about music, poetry, and late model cars; things he was passionate about. She could listen to his voice forever, liking how his words rolled off his tongue and spilled off his lips. She was having inappropriate thoughts of the sexual nature, making her feel impulsive. She wanted to kiss him and find out if his lips were as soft as they appeared.


Elizabeth knew she should have left after receiving her coffee but she couldn't help but follow him to a table to continue their conversation. She figured what the hell, she had some time to kill. Anything was better than spending it sitting at her desk. Besides, the small table for two had the better view.


William had hung onto her every word like a lovesick fool. He tried to get a hold of himself but she had a voice of an angel and the green wide eyes of an unknowing seductress. He noticed when she talked her lips would form a natural pout and some of her words possessed a childlike innocence he found endearing. His attraction to her grew deeper as he stared into her eyes, wondering how soft was her skin and what it smelled like. If it was anything like her hair, he was in trouble. He wanted to know what it felt like to have her under him and to be pleased by her. Elizabeth had an unexplainable hold on him that plagued him with even more sexual thoughts. He found to be a bit strange and unnerving but William liked the strange and unnerving so he decided to do something about it.


As the last topic of their conversation started to wound down, William let out a deep breath, preparing himself to ask a question he hoped she didn't find offensive. He was about to ask but lost the nerve when the logically side of brain warned caution, leaving the question to dangle on the tip of his tongue like a ripen piece of fruit.


There was a brief moment of silence but to Elizabeth the silence was more like a pause. When there was something that needed to be said but not asked. She expected him to ask her if she had boyfriend or if she was married-the second being true. Elizabeth was wearing her wedding ring but she found herself hiding it while they stood in line and then again under the table when they sat down. The connection she shared with William made her wish she wasn't married. She was lusting after him and the only thing holding her back were the vows she made to her husband. The silence was getting awkward so she decided to do something about it. She allowed him to ask her whatever he wanted.


William's question had caught her by surprise. He asked her to define passion. She replied with an answer told to her by one of her friends. She told him it was like an unquenched thirst. He agreed and then asked her to define ecstasy and she had told him the truth. She never experienced it. He informed her she was missing out and she agreed but not loud instead she let her eyes tell him.


Anxious to know his answers, Elizabeth asked him the same questions. Turnabout was fair play she thought. He told her passion to him was a mending of souls in motion and ecstasy was thumping heartbeats, thrusting rhythm and endless orgasms. Signs of moisture developed between her legs and her mouth was dry with instant lust. She sipped her coffee then met his gaze. At that moment, she knew she was going to cheat on her husband with him and that's when her left hand found its way to the table. She knew he saw her wedding ring but he said nothing so she forced him to look at it, placing her hand in front of her face and giving him a half smile. He asked her if she was happy and she said yes.


William was glad she had picked the fruit, agreeing with the answer to his first question. However, he was more interested in what she actually thought. It was a pity because he could see she had passion in her eyes. He could feel it when she talked about things that excited her and the things she had strong opinions about. Since she wasn't offended by his first question, he asked her to define ecstasy disappointed she nothing to add. He continued to stare into her eyes while his hand inched closer until their fingertips touched and a rush of heat washed over him. He wondered if she felt it to.


Elizabeth felt warm and it wasn't from the coffee. When they touched, she thought her heart would stop. She felt dizzy and for a brief moment her eyes closed and thoughts of kissing him returned. She tried to hide the fact she was blushing, turning her head to the side. The chemical rush she received from the powerfully attractive man sent her blood racing. Elizabeth called her office and told them she was not coming in while he did the same and made sure any calls from her husband at the office were sent directly to her cell phone.


They walked out of the coffee house and found themselves kissing passionately against the old brick building. Their tongues glided in and out each other's mouths while their hands roamed over their heavily clothed bodies with sexually excitement, extreme sexual excitement. Desperate to be together and alone, they mutually parted and boarded a train headed for upstate New York to a small bed and breakfast establishment.


On the nearly empty train, their lust had found them again as they stole kiss after kiss. William removed his coat, placing it over them while his hand crept up her dress. He stoked her through her panties, feeling his fingertips moisten with her dew. She sighed against his mouth while his clever fingers continued giving tantalizing shocks to her wet place. Figuring they were drawing enough attention, he stopped and withdrew his hand but couldn't stop kissing her.


They shared a small cab ride to the intimate location where William registered them while Elizabeth waited outside. They had a small cottage to themselves with all the comforts of home. There was a huge king size bed decorated with fine linens, a fireplace, a loveseat and matching chair with a small cherry wood coffee table in the middle. There was a bathroom off to the side with a large claw foot tub and a bearskin rug sprawled in front of the fireplace with four large decorative pillows laid about. Elizabeth thought it was the perfect setting for lovers; the lovers they we were about to become.

Chapter 2:

A/N: I recommend you read this chapter slow for a better affect:)


On the tips of our tongues
Our thoughts are spoken
Bounding our secret
A promise broken
For we taste our lust
It is unique and rare


William removed his coat, tossing it onto the armchair. He walked over to Elizabeth, standing beside the bed. Her back was turned to him and he wondered if she was having second thoughts. He had stood behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders then trailing them down her arms to grip her hands. There was a knock at the door and she tensed against him. He kissed her cheek to sooth her, telling her it was okay.


William opened the door. The owner had brought the bottle of wine he requested after he registered. They shared a smile and exchanged a few words concerning the oncoming rain. After the owner left, William stepped outside and sniffed the air; rain was indeed coming he thought. He closed the door then knelt by the fireplace to start a fire. Quickly the room filled with warmth while he placed the bottle of wine and glasses on the mantel. He approached Elizabeth but didn't touch her. He told her if she wanted to leave and pretend this never happened. He would understand but admitted he never wanted anything as much as he wanted her right now. She assured him she wanted to be with him too but she didn't know where to start.


William wrapped his arms around her waist, undoing the belt to her wool coat while Elizabeth kept her arms at her sides. He grabbed the lapels, pulling it away from her body, throwing the coat on top of his. He wanted her but thought best to go slow. He'd already gotten to know her mentally that was the easy part. Getting to know her physically was certainly going to take some time and he had all the time in the world.


Elizabeth still couldn't bring herself to turn to him, expecting to feel cold as she ran her hands up and down her arms but the room and its surroundings only warmed and welcomed her or rather them both. She embraced herself, giving her arms a squeeze while William pressed his body to her backside, causing her to sway and gasp as a small burst of juice dampen panties.


William buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply and wondering how was it possible for it to smell better than first time. The pads of his fingertips brushed across her neck as he pulled back the thick curtain of blond hair. He planted kiss after kiss with a sweep of tongue along the soft flesh, smiling as she allowed herself to fall back against him. She angled her neck to the side and he obliged with more of his tender kisses while his other arm found its way to the front of her, giving his hand the honor of caressing her chest just slightly above her breasts. Gradually it ascended to her throat. She shuddered, wetting her lips with her tongue. His hand touched her chin then moved to her mouth so his fingers could touch the tender flesh of her lips. As he lowered the bottom one, her salvia wet his fingertips before he sought out the other and lingered between them both with the lightest of touches.


Elizabeth had taken the bait, sucking them and using both of her hands to usher more of his fingers into her warm and inviting mouth. A long gasp retreated from his lips. William was enjoying the flirtatious touch and the roughness of her tongue until he pulled away, turning her to face him. He wanted to see her desire for him in her wide green eyes. When he saw it, he smiled and she smiled back with them both knowing what they were about to do felt right although it was wrong on so many other levels. However, their desires had overtaken their wills with a raw and demanding need to indulge the five senses for as long as humanly possible.


One of William's hands cupped Elizabeth's face while the other stroked her hair. He pulled her to him and they kissed and kissed. Their mouths opened and closed then parted for only seconds to catch quick mingling breaths before continuing to taste the hunger from each other's lips. Elizabeth had to force herself to tear her mouth away from his, taking a step back to remove her sensible pumps and unfasten her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there watching him, wearing only a silk cerulean colored chemise with matching panties and thigh high stockings.


William removed his shoes, socks and unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, pulling it from the waistband of his pants. He unbuttoned it slowly parting the opening and hearing her libidinous reaction and taking it as a sign she liked what she saw.


Elizabeth's mouth and eyes smiled at the flexing muscle of his pale chest but when the shirt parted even more, dipping to his back, another intensely sexual sigh evaded her lips. She was impressed with his wide shoulders and even more impressed once he removed his pants to reveal he was steadily on the rise.


He kneeled before her, placing his hands on her hips then running them down her legs to play with the hem of her chemise. Elizabeth lowered her head to him as he found his way under the silky material to remove her panties and help her step out of them. She felt him touch her inner thighs and run his fingers along the inside of the fancy lace edging of her thigh highs before rolling them down and tossing them to the side.


With both hands on either side grasping the hem of the chemise, William raised it to lick her pussy, raised it a little more to lick her stomach and then some more to lick each hard nipple before pulling it over her head. He had to take a step back to see then finding himself lost in a moment of complete absorption. His breath sighed out from the sight of her body still showing signs of a fading tan. She was curved in all the right places and he was now fully erect.


When his mouth tasted her body, a flame raged within her, quickening her pulse. Elizabeth was wet, glistening wet and her face was flushed with pleasure all while under the gaze of his naked blue eyes. She was picking up on his heat and reflecting it back to him from neck to chest to belly.


William secured her hand in his, helping her onto the soft bed before bringing it to his lips then turning it over to kiss the inside of her wrist. She mirrored his actions until their tenderness turned to passion causing them to embrace and descend onto the waiting linens. They laid on their sides, kissing and caressing each other's bodies until Williams's long pale fingers reached between her legs to part and stroke her. Her thighs trembled, forcing her onto her back and he followed, getting to his knees and leaning over her. She was so swollen and ripe to the point that wanting him was her only thought.


William kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth to match the rhythm of his fingers as they glided in and out the warmth of her quim. He told her to look at him so she could see how much he wanted to please her and to let her know he understood the look she had in her eyes. The look expressing she wanted to come.


Elizabeth opened her eyes to meet his, which seemed to make the exquisite sensation she was feeling of near orgasm more intense. Then his lips followed where his fingers led and her stomach clenched as if it knew she would be coming soon. He used his tongue like a tiny cock, stabbing into her wet open sex and forcing her to abandon words to express her pleasure. Instead Elizabeth bit the back of her hand while she rode his mouth and with a deep shattering breath she came and not with words but with inarticulate noises.


William couldn't help but feel a sense of wicked satisfaction as she swayed and jerked to the rhythm of his tongue before coming all over it. He told her he wanted to feel her beneath him; to feel her legs wrapped around his waist. His cock was pulsing and throbbing like a second heart beat so he stroked it just a little to take the edge off before rising and easing into her. They started with a slow grind until they both found the groove while the springs of the antique bed started to protest. He moaned feeling her hot quim take and tighten around him conspiring with her influential hips to make him come but William showed unbelievable restraint.


The aftershocks of her climax hadn't quite faded when he entered her, filling her completely. He was much bigger than her husband and much longer, reaching everywhere to uncover her hidden places of desire that his mouth missed. She cried out, raising her hips higher and higher to meet every thrust of his cock. She kissed him, twisting and turning her tongue with his until a sharp stab of pleasure forced her mouth to let go as she trembled, holding him close to her.


Elizabeth looked over his shoulder and saw nothing but waves of muscle moving over his back and ass as he pumped into her. It was a sight so erotic she couldn't bare the thought of it being over too soon. Fisting her hands in his hair, she pulled him up to look at her and told him to make it last and to keep it slow. He smiled and pulled out of her which wasn't quite what she hand in mind.


Taking her words to heart, William climbed off the bed then reached for her. Elizabeth hesitated for a moment but then the sound of deep sexy British voice told her to come with him. The sound was like a caress in her head and it kept her body humming; a small substitute for the absence of his cock. She hurried to the edge of bed and William didn't let her feet touch the floor. He grabbed her by the thighs and wrapped her wetness around his waist. They stumbled to the bearskin rug nearly falling then laughing out loud at their clumsiness. They settled into the soft winter white fur, kissing and grasping at each other's mouths greedily.


It didn't take long for their bodies to react to the impulse of their remembered pleasure only minutes ago. William pressed the tip of his cock at her wet opening and just like she wanted, fed it to her slowly while swollen lips of her quim sucked him in like a hot tongue. They writhed and moaned in unison as the hot blood of their mutual lust raged between them in a true marriage of the flesh. Arms, legs, chest, and breasts were spiced with sweat not only from their combined heat but also from the heat generated from the flames of the fire. Their hands and mouths were everywhere feeding each other greedily with a bite, a pinch, a suck and a squeeze.


Elizabeth's screams of passion licked at his eardrum, teasing and urging William to abandon all thoughts of going slow. He tried to abort them but his body betrayed him. The pleasurable nagging sensation in his sac forced his eyes closed with a readiness to explode and insisted he quicken the pace. Accepting defeat, he elevated himself above her and plunged deeper and deeper, again and again while she bloomed and flowed from the forcefulness of his thrusts. Elizabeth was very impressed with his prowess, causing her to squirm and roll her hips before crying out in ecstasy as her cream mixed with his seminal flow.


William rolled off of her and they laid side-by-side panting, gasping and laughing. He brushed away the sweat dampen hair from her face, kissing along her jaw line until he reached her lips. She stroked his back and accepted his long lingering kiss before he stood to retrieve the bottle of wine and glasses from the mantle. He propped all four of the large decorative pillows against the footboard of the bed, motioning Elizabeth with his head to join him. He poured them both a glass of wine while they listened to the rain outside beat against the windows and the door.


Elizabeth sipped her wine and fell back into the comfort of the pillows. She smiled, thinking about the questions William asked her hours ago in the coffee house. She now had answer to both his questions. Passion was a sound, a sight, a taste and a touch that reminded a person over and over again what its like to feel and ecstasy was simply prolonged sexual bliss with no boundaries.

A/N: For those of you who might need a cigarette, sorry I'm all out...lol. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and still want more.

Chapter 3-Pleasure Seekers

Tell me I have not felt the pressure of your body against mine
And that I was not shocked or excited by the power of your masculinity
Tell me that you cannot cure the ache, which lingers between my thighs
And my body will deny that I desire you


Elizabeth was about to have another boring lunch with her boss, talking about the same boring numbers and the same boring profit margins. She pretended she was listening to everything he had to say but the information was going in one ear and out the other. Thoughts of narrow hips, broad shoulders, rippled stomach and a tight ass caused her to soak two pairs of under wear and she was working on a third. It was a week ago today when she and William first made love.


Nothing was more uncomfortable then sitting still with wet panties listening to a old balding man with a Napoleon complex when she could be underneath a man that could make her wet with just the sound of his voice. She wondered what he was doing and if he had lunch yet. She excused herself from the table, calling William from her cell phone, happy she caught him before he left. When he agreed to meet her, she could barely contain her excitement, laughing to herself with a hint of naughtiness. Lunch was on her so to speak.


William looked forward to seeing Elizabeth, hearing her voice made his day but honestly he never thought he would see her again. He figured maybe she realized she made a mistake and confessed to her husband. Obviously she didn't and he was glad. William wasn't going to lie to himself. He'd slept with another man's wife and that wasn't even the worse part. The worse part was that he didn't feel guilty about it as hurried out his office door to meet her. The last time he remembered being this excited was when he lost his virginity to his blonde next-door neighbor, Joyce. He was 17. She was 41.


Elizabeth looked at her watch. Only five minutes had passed from the last time she looked at it. She was feeling anxious and getting a cramp in her neck from looking over her shoulder at the restaurant door. She was hoping to spot William first before he approached her table. She inhaled deeply then exhaled trying unsuccessfully to listen to her boss but every word coming out of his mouth sounded like blah, blah, and blah. She smiled and nodded like a good employee, making several trips to her hard point under the table. She was touching herself so much; she let out a loud gasp that her made her boss go silent with curiosity. She apologized; using the excuse she was probably coming down with something. None the wiser, her boss continued to talk.


The restaurant was five blocks away from William's office. He could have walked but he wanted to get there as quick as possible. He figured a cab ride would have him there within ten minutes, twenty at the most with traffic. Anything more than that was too long. He couldn't wait to see Elizabeth, letting his thoughts of her cloud his judgment. Maybe hailing a cab wasn't such a good idea after realizing New York gridlock could care less where he needed to be. He informed the cab driver he would walk the reminder of the way. He paid for the ride, stepping out in the chilly winter air, deciding it was best to run instead of walk.


William had thought about Elizabeth often for it was only a week ago today he was holding her, making love to her. After their lusty encounter, they didn't make any future plans to see each other again but did exchange business cards while they rode the train back into the city, holding hands and then parting after few heated kisses on the street. He laughed to himself, thinking how so many times he remained a prisoner behind his desk erect, thinking about their first time together. It was impossible for him to walk amongst his coworkers for fear of having to be a defendant in a sexual harassment lawsuit when his only defense was being held as a willing captive by a beautiful woman's passion.


The minute Elizabeth saw William walk into the restaurant, she jumped from her seat bumping the table and spilling over a glass of water. She apologized to her boss never taking her eyes off William while he stood in the doorway appearing to be out of breath. She smiled thinking he must have ran the entire way just to see her like in those romantic movies when the guy runs after the girl he knows is right for him. However, she wasn't the mood to be romantic. She wanted to be screwed and screwed fast. She excused herself from the table, informing her boss she needed to go to the restroom. Like a gentlemen, he stood up and nodded his head in acknowledgment then sat back down to finish his blood rare steak.


It didn't take long for William to see Elizabeth sitting at her table with a distinguishing looking man. For a brief moment, he thought it could be her husband which was ludicrous he thought. She called him. He was nervous but it vanished the moment he laid eyes on her and she smiled back at him. It was like everyone else in the crowded restaurant disappeared and it was just her waiting there for him. Their eyes remained locked and all he could do was stand in the doorway, like an obedient slave, waiting to be told what to do.


Elizabeth rushed towards him, wanting to touch and kiss him until she remembered who she was with. She glanced back to her table, hoping her boss wasn't looking but he was still engrossed in his steak. She pulled William by his cold hands, searching for a dark corner or some hidden spot away from view so she could enjoy the sweetness of his kisses. There was no such place to be found until she noticed a woman coming out of the women's restroom. She opened the door with William close behind, calling out to see if anyone else was inside. When she didn't receive a response; quickly she looked around then pulled him inside, pressing her body with his against the door.


Their kisses had been wet, hard and desperate. Elizabeth secured her arms firmly around his neck while his arms were wrapped tight around her petite body. One of his hands palmed the back of her head, pressing her mouth harder to his. Elizabeth backed them into a stall while he closed and locked it not that it mattered. The moans coming from both of them was enough to let anyone who dared enter know what they were doing.


They changed positions. This time he had her pushed against the green stall barrier, lowering his head to kiss her breast through her ivory blouse. Elizabeth removed his coat and suit jacket, letting them both fall to a pile on the bathroom floor. She pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants, snaking her hands up his chest causing William to gasp from her.


Wanting to taste her skin, William unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse. He reached inside cupping and kneading one of her breast before lifting it out of her black satiny bra so it rested on the under wire. He bit and sucked on the nipple, causing her to arch her back under the roughness of his mouth.


Pulling him away from her heaving chest, Elizabeth pressed her mouth to his and they kissed and sucked on the tender flesh of each other's lips and tongue. Her hand found a permanent resting place on his crotch as she rubbed and squeezed him through his pants. She tried to undo his belt but he told her they didn't have time but there was other ways. He cupped her ass with his masculine hands, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh while teasing the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Elizabeth gasped against his mouth, the skillful way he used it against her tongue was only a sample; a wonderful erotic sample of what she was going to be feeling against her other lips.


She found herself getting turned on with the rough lusty way he pushed up her skirt and yanked down her panties, shivering from the touch of his warm fingers as they climbed up her thigh. He pulled on the hairs of her pussy causing her to cry out. The brief moment of pain had triggered more unexpected wetness. She appreciated his wickedness, biting his shoulder and licking his neck while he stroked her clit with his thumb then pushed two fingers insider her. She gasped and opened wider for him, placing her foot on the toilet seat


William's cock thickened in his pants as his fingers played inside her wet quim. He knew just how to stroke her, feeling her clit hardened under the pad of his thumb. She told him to suck her and he was on his knees with his mouth pressed against the mouth of her wet opening. With long strokes he teased her, stroking her to higher pitches of ecstasy then taking a few moments here and there to push his tongue inside her, feeling her contract around it. He shouldn't have been taking his time but he enjoyed the act and the sounds he drew out of her. He felt her thighs tense and she began to sway as her juice trickled into his mouth and over his chin. With a curve of his tongue he lathed it up, holding her by the hips as she spasmed against his mouth.


Elizabeth's skirt was like a belt around her waist. She was holding it, making sure it didn't interfere with the eating process. William was taking his time pleasuring her and she was grateful. Her husband wasn't a big fan of pleasing her orally but she didn't hold it against him. He was pretty traditional when it came to sex and she had no complaints. He was good and very capable of giving her orgasms but still rough around the edges when it came to affection in public and around family and friends.


She felt her breath quickening as she cried out, causing her to drop her skirt and claw at William's hair. He had her by the hips, digging his fingers into her ass, sucking her pussy so hard she almost tumbled over him. She removed one of her hands from his hair, pressing it flat against the wall while she told him she was about to come. At that moment she felt his tongue slip up inside her causing her gasped out loud. All thoughts of her returning back to her boss had vanished and replaced with thoughts of his thick cock buried deep inside her as she came.


Extremely turned on and erect, William stood telling her was going to shag her and to hell with the time. He gathered Elizabeth up in his arms and kissed her deeply, aching to be inside her. He struggled to get his pants down but his impatience made it almost impossible so he watched as her delicate hands loosened his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She reached inside, pulling out his cock oozing with slippery moisture.


Time had halted with him and Elizabeth could care less, pulling on his belt and releasing him from his pants. She was very excited and very wet, telling William to fuck her hard then bracing herself as entered her in one hard thrust. She moaned, having a verbal resurrection from their first time together. William's hard thrusts had her taking in so much air her throat burned for her to swallow. She was slipping out of control, moaning and gasping on her way to another orgasm that would never happen.


There heated bliss was interrupted by a knock on the bathroom door. Immediately, she quieted, placing her hand over William's mouth to silence him. Together they stilled while their chests heaved in unison. It was her boss, checking to see if everything was okay. William pulled out of her while she pushed down her skirt, telling her boss she was coming right out. She readjusted herself back into her bra, buttoning her blouse and running her hands through her hair. She kissed William one last time before opening the stall door, looking at herself in the mirror. She raked her fingers through her hair once more and then removed the smeared lipstick from her lips. She walked out the door barely meeting her boss's eyes, telling him she guessed she wasn't feeling well after all. He escorted her back to their table where he paid the check, suggesting she take the rest of the day off. Elizabeth told him no and that all she needed was some fresh air.


William rested his body against the stall door, looking down at his hard and swollen cock, begging for release against the material of his pants. He had taken several deep breaths, getting himself together before leaving. He walked up to the sink to wash his hands and run them over his face. When the door of the bathroom opened, he didn't flinch. He could care less if it was inappropriate for a man to be in the women's bathroom. A very attractive brunette entered, giving him the once over before walking into the stall beside the one he and Elizabeth christened. He searched for her still hard but she was gone. He grabbed a hot dog and a yahoo from a vender a few feet away from the restaurant then hoped in a cab back to his office.


Elizabeth resisted the urge to call William again but the longing between her legs had no intentions of going away. She looked at her watch. She was getting off in an hour. She beat her pen on the desk, staring at her telephone still debating whether to call him or not. She really wanted to finish what they started in the restaurant and then some. Although she found release under the sensual force of his tongue, it wasn't enough. Giving into her urges, she picked up the phone and started dialing. His line was busy.


William slouched in his office chair, twirling it around like some kid on his favorite carnival ride. After getting back to the office, he tried to bombard himself with paperwork but to know avail. Thoughts of Elizabeth coming in his mouth, her pert breasts and round soft ass in his hands had turned his brain completely off his job and on to picking up the phone to call her but the line was busy.


William waited before dialing Elizabeth again. When she answered, he didn't bother to exchange pleasantries. He told her he needed to see her. Wanting to see him just as bad, she asked where. They arranged to meet at a hotel only a few blocks from both their jobs. She checked her watch again, twisting it around her wrist with impatience. Elizabeth could feel herself getting wet all over again. She called her husband, telling him she was going to be late due to a deadline she had to meet. He told her he would keep her dinner warm for her, saying he loved her. She responded with the words me too before hanging up.


William reserved a room at a nearby hotel, leaving a key for Elizabeth at the front desk. He left work, two hours early to go back to his apartment to retrieve something very important before meeting Elizabeth at the hotel. When he got to the room, he preferred to turn off the lights instead of dimming them. He loved candles, bring his own from home along with two bottles of wine. It was the same wine they drank on their first night together.


Elizabeth arrived at the hotel, retrieving the key William had left for her at the front desk. It was a very nice hotel full of business types and hookers dressed professionally for the out of town businessmen and the locals looking to cheat on their wives. She refused to pass judgment on any of them. She was no different as she rode the elevator to her rendezvous with William.


When she opened the door, William was standing there waiting for her. She responded automatically to him, circling her arms around his neck kissing him first tenderly on the lips. Quickly things turned passionate, from the pent up longing even thou it had only been a few hours since they were together. They pulled and grabbed at each other's clothes in a hurry to feel naked flesh against naked flesh, not caring where their clothes landed. There was no time to care just to feel with every muscle in their bodies.


They were still standing when William lifted Elizabeth up and lowered her onto his cock. She wrapped her legs around him as the fierceness in his body, hands and arms made her body sing. Joined by their sexes and mouths, they descended to the carpeted floor, moving together like wicked souls do fast, hard and wild until they came. They both laid on the floor letting out a series of long, happy contented sighs. She draped an arm and leg over him, pushing up to lick the scar along his eyebrow then his lips. William told her she was insatiable, getting to his feet and helping her to hers before scooping her up to carry Elizabeth to the bed.


She crawled on top of him, kissing and licking his chest until she notice the two bottles of wine on the side table. She asked him was he trying to get her drunk. William laughed, suggesting they toast to the anniversary of their first time together. She was pleased he remembered. Trying to get a man to remember a special occasion even with obvious hints was frustrating. Unfortunately, her husband was one of those men and she was one of those women always accepting his apology for his absentmindedness. Her husband was very passionate about his work. It was one of the things she loved about him but whenever there was some new fascinating discovery at work, she usually came second on his list of priorities.


Of course she thought it was a good idea, rising to straddle him. She reached for the already opened bottle, asking William where were the glasses. He informed her they weren't necessary, sliding up the bed with her still on him. He leaned against the headboard, grabbing the bottle away from her. He had taken sip then pulled her by the back of her neck to kiss him, letting the wine spill into her mouth.


Elizabeth pulled away from him, laughing and licking the excess wine from around her mouth. A low growl came from William's throat as he placed the bottle back on the table, grabbing Elizabeth and turning her over so she was underneath him. He grabbed the other bottle, pouring the cool clear liquid over her body. Laughing and screaming, Elizabeth held her hands out in front of herself as a shield. She knew it was water but wanted to know why was it in a wine bottle.


William grabbed her hands, holding them above her head. He had given her a sweet smile, telling her he collected the raindrops in remembrance of the first time they spent together. Elizabeth thought it was the most romantic thing she had ever heard as she grabbed William by the sides of his face to intertwine her tongue with his, kissing deep and passionately.


William shot to full length, entering her and thrusting like crazy. Neither of them had use for the human language as they voiced their ecstasy through throaty umms, Os and ayahs. Feeding the growing need inside them, their wet soaked and aroused bodies glided across each other with a deep burning that left William's body taut as his seed left him and Elizabeth climaxed so hard, it lifted her off the bed and bowed her back.


Lying swollen and sweaty on top of William, Elizabeth realized she had stayed longer then she anticipated. She didn't bother to clean up, leaving the hotel room with dried crusted semen between her thighs but still in a surreal sexual mode. Saying goodbye to William was hard, kissing him passionately before leaving him naked and still wanting her on the wet crumpled sheets. When she arrived her home, she didn't bother to kiss her husband not wanting him to smell her and her lover's mingled musk on her body. He was sitting in the living room reading his book and smoking a pipe. She yelled she was home, running up the stairs to take a much-needed shower. She joined him in the living room, kissing him on the cheek before she sat at his feet while he stroked her hair, never looking up from his book.

A/N: Sorry this chapter was so long. I got carried away just like our lovers. For those of you wondering who her husband is, sorry I'm not telling until the end of the story. I promise not to drag the story out. I'm guess four more chapters and a epilogue ought to do it.

Chapter 4:

When all my being remembers
And exclaims my desire for you
My heartbeat pulses unsteady
Anxiously awaiting for thee

William called her today, leaving several messages on her voice mail. She was in meetings all day unable to return any of his calls and knew what he wanted before she listened to them. She was just as desperate to see him too. When she finally returned his call, William answered on the first ring. At first he told her he wanted to see her then changed it, telling her he NEEDED to see her. She told him the feeling was mutual but she couldn't, telling him she had already told her husband she would be home for dinner.


William left Elizabeth five messages and she hadn't returned any of them. He wondered if she was done with him and her not returning his calls was her way of telling him it was over. There was always this nagging thought in the back of his mind that she would be the one to end it between them. After all she was the one who had the most to lose. When he finally heard from her, he was disappointed when she told him she couldn't see him. He tried to persuade her into calling her husband and telling him she had to work late after all but she told him no. It was the first time she ever told him no in the two months they'd been seeing each other and the first time William felt jealousy towards her husband.


Determined to see her, William invited Elizabeth to his poetry reading at a bar he frequented. He was one of the featured poets and thought it would be nice for them to actually have an evening out instead the typical evening behind closed doors. After all she was the one who suggested he share his poetry with the world. He could hear the hesitation in her voice and crossed his fingers, hoping she would say yes. When she agreed to come, he jumped out of his seat like he'd won the lottery. He told her to arrive early to make sure she got a seat because the place was very crowded on Saturdays.


Elizabeth had become an instant fan the first time William read some of his poetry to her. She told him she loved it but he didn't believe her even after she insisted it had nothing to do with him being naked while he read it to her. William was very talented and she asked him why was he wasting his time behind a desk, encouraging him to share it with the masses. She remembered him telling her poetry couldn't pay his bills. That's why he majored in business in college and minored in liberal arts.


Elizabeth told her husband at dinner she and a few girls from the office were having a ladies night out. He thought it was a wonderful idea glad she was going out instead of working all the time. She almost choked on her steak at his statement, considering his nose was buried in one of his precious books when he said it. She leaned back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest. Her husband reminded her a little of William. He was passionate about his work as William was passionate about his poetry.


William needed her every day, every minute and hour. He was so sure he would be seeing her tonight but when she told him no, he had taken it hard. Maybe a little too hard he thought as he sat on his fire escape, drinking whiskey. It had given him a reality check. She was married and spending time with her husband was part of the marriage contract. He had taken for granted she would say yes but why wouldn't he. She had said yes all the other eight times.


He pictured her sitting at the dinner table with her husband bored as a brick. She had to be. Why else was she cheating on her husband with him he thought. He imagined their conversation started off with one of them asking the other how was their day and ending with a bad joke he heard at the office. Elizabeth would laugh, pretending it was funny but all the while wishing he were shagging her six ways from Sunday. William laughed at his thoughts then suddenly crashed his glass in a fit of anger. He needed an outlet for his passion so he grabbed his notebook and wrote two new poems, using images of her naked and aroused to fuel his pen and then masturbated himself to sleep.


Elizabeth had made an appointment at the hair salon to have her hair done, a wax, a manicure and a pedicure. She purchased a new dress, boots and lingerie for her first night out with William. She couldn't believe she let him talk her into a real date but she wanted to support him. Was this the start of more dates she thought and was William losing sight of the fact she was married and not his girlfriend. After work all she had to tell her husband was one lie that she had to work late so she and William could have their hit and run sex. Elizabeth now realized the statement was true after all about lies; one always leads to another.


William wore a deep purple silk shirt, tight black leather pants and black leather boots. He didn't bother to slick back his hair, letting it dry naturally. He arrived an hour early to the bar to have a drink with some of friends who came to support him. He specifically left that out of his conversation with Elizabeth for fear she wouldn't come if she knew other people knew he was seeing her. He couldn't tell her especially after she told him not even her best friend knew she was seeing somebody on the side.


The place was filling up quickly and he hoped Elizabeth would be arriving soon. He made arrangements with one of the waitresses to have a drink sent to her table when she arrived. The waitress asked him what did she look like and William told her she would be the prettiest woman in the room. Taking only a few steps towards the stage, he stopped and turned around. Elizabeth had just walked in and he shook like he had gotten the chills, his body knew she was there before he did just like the first time he ever laid eyes on her.


William watched her take a seat, located in the center of the room. Then he watched the waitress as she glanced over at him to make sure she had spotted the right woman. He smiled and nodded his head then turned his attention back to her. Elizabeth hadn't noticed him yet while he watched her remove her gloves, scarf, and coat, placing it on the back of the chair. Right away, he noticed what she was wearing while he refocused his eyes. Her sexy body was always hidden underneath business suits but tonight she was wearing a short tight black dress with a high neck, sexy black diamond net hosiery and black knee-hi boots. She certainly didn't look like somebody's wife as he fought to control the bulge in his pants only to lose the battle when she turned around to reveal the dress was cutout in the back with a single strap across her shoulder blades. William tried to focus his thoughts somewhere else, bringing up mental images of things he didn't find sexy to get rid of his erection.


Elizabeth was glad she left an hour early to get there. Despite the cold weather, Saturday nights in New York were a bitch hell every night in New York was a bitch. The place was crowded and she was lucky she found a seat. She was hoping William would be waiting for her at the door so she could avoid the 'you're alone' walk of shame. She removed her coat, placing it on the back of the chair. She wanted a drink but decided to have one after William finished. Then a waitress placed a drink in front of her and Elizabeth informed the blonde woman she didn't order anything. The waitress told her it was compliments of the blonde gentlemen by the stage. Elizabeth looked in that direction and saw William standing there with a huge smile on his face. She thanked the waitress then held up her glass up, silently thanking him.


Elizabeth felt a stirring down below at the sight of William wearing something other than a suit. He looked yummy. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, trying to make herself comfortable on the seat although comfort had nothing to do with it. William was looking hot, really hot and she wanted to leave with him immediately. Three buttons on his shirt were undone, allowing her to get a peak at his hard pale chest. His black leather pants were tight, tight enough she could see the outline of his penis. It was leaning to the left. Her husband wouldn't be caught dead wearing such an outfit. He had a nice body not as nice as William's but he could pull it off. However, if she even suggested he spiff up his wardrobe, he would laugh in her face since he prided himself on being an intellectual and liked to dress the part with bow ties and outdated suit jackets. She sighed, wishing he would loosen up more.


She finished her drink then signaled the waitress who delivered the first one over to her table. She liked the drink so much she wanted to order another one but didn't know the name. The blonde woman told her she was drinking a slow screw against the wall. Elizabeth blushed and ordered another one, feeling the affects of the first drink in her toes. She was feeling relaxed and a little bit horny.


William was the second person to go on. He adjusted the microphone to his height then greeted the crowd before he dedicated his first poem to Buffy. She laughed. It was his nickname for her. She didn't know how he derived that name out of Elizabeth but she thought it was cute. The audience clapped then grew silent when the spotlight shined on his face. He looked directly at her. The look in his blue eyes was disturbing as he informed the audience the title of his first poem, was "Another Man's Wife".

Another man's wife
Stormy lovers
Rain drops of passion
Thunder rolling
Lighting flashing
Not quite a hurricane
Just a tender shower,
Stolen moments alone

Another man's wife
Caught in her web
Hypnotized by her eyes
A blind fool
While playing her game
Vicious and delicious
Elizabeth is her name
Pussy and trouble is all she has to offer
So pretty I confess

Another man's wife
Causing a rip in my life
In the eyes of God I'm caught
Needing to stop on the double
Digging a hole
As our love affair unfolds


The moment he mentioned the title, Elizabeth knew the poem was about her. She listened intently never taking her eyes off his. As the images and sounds from that day surfaced and danced around the dimly lit room. He invited the audience in, making her out to be the bad guy. Elizabeth was angry. How could he expose her and what they were doing like that?

Next he would walk over to her table and everyone will know it's her he's talking about. Elizabeth had a million thoughts running through her mind, making her paranoid. She wanted to leave but realized it would have drawn unwanted attention. She didn't come here for this she thought as she removed her wedding rings, slipping them into her purse. She took a few nervous sips of her drink looking around to see if she recognized any body or better yet hoping nobody recognized her so it could get back to her husband. She turned her attention back to the stage. William was about to read his next poem, again dedicating it to Buffy. This poem was simply titled "Want".


When I see you
I will dance with your eyes
Kiss your cheek softly
Put my hand on your thighs
I will suck on your lip
Touch each of your breasts tenderly
Trace down your hip
I will touch your skin
And hear you shudder
As your arousal begins
And my heart will quicken
As I rise in my pants
And feel the stroke of your hand
I will slowly undress you
And you will feel the force of my man
I will taste your sweet softness
Oh what ecstasy we will share
As ours souls intertwine bare


Elizabeth swallowed hard. She was glad she stayed. Listening to his made her sex tingle and moist. Thoughts of being angry with him sailed away as she touched her lips with her finger then smiled. It was like that every time with him. The same old song and dance that never got old only better. He received a standing ovation for that one and all of them were women as they approached him on stage, telling him how much they enjoyed his poetry. Elizabeth knew the other women were full of shit, knowing they just wanted to fuck him. She didn't like those women invading his personal space and she didn't like that he was enjoying it. She was jealous and tired of waiting for him to come to her. She grabbed her coat, putting it on as she walked out the door.


William refused to take his eyes off hers when he read his first poem. He had a feeling she wouldn't like it very much. He'd written it last night and He would be lieing if he didn't admit he was hurt while he wrote it because of her refusal to be with him. He watched the emotions play on her face from excitement to worry. He watched her shift uncomfortably in her seat as he told the tale of her adultery. Well he should say their adultery; he was just as guilty of it as she was.


He could be a sadistic bastard sometimes especially when it came to matters of the heart or flesh. He was caught in passions web hence the shirt he wore tonight. Purple was the color of passion some would say red but red was the color of love. He wasn't in love with Elizabeth or was he? He could blame his feelings for her on his penis starting with the first time he laid eyes on her to every time they were together only last night was the exception.

With the second poem, William wanted Elizabeth to remember what it is like when they are together. He wanted her to know what she was missing while she sat at the dinner table with her husband. Maybe he was being selfish so what he thought. He saw the way she looked at him, touching her lips. He knew he had her. It was a kinky mind game as he delivered the hard slap of the first poem to cause a sting and then used the second as a soothing rub to make it go away.


William could care less about the attention he was receiving from the other women. He only cared about one woman in that place but he did want her to see it. He wanted her to know there were others that desired him. He wanted her feel what he felt last night. His plan worked but maybe a little too well. William didn't expect her to leave as he jumped from the stage, leaving his admirers dumbfounded. He grabbed his black leather coat from behind the bar, pushing his way through the crowd to catch up with her.


Elizabeth hailed a cab. She reached for the door handle but William beat her to hit. She looked at him then rolled her eyes, getting inside the cab, giving the driver her address but William changed it, giving his instead. She folded her arms across her chest, looking out the frosted window. William tried to grab her chin to get her to look at him and she bit his finger. He called her a minx then grabbed her by the chin again, crashing his lips down on hers. He tried to force his tongue into her mouth and she bit it. He pulled away, touching it and then sucked the wet crimson off his fingers. He forced her onto his lap and Elizabeth struggled with him, telling him to let her go. The cab driver stopped the cab alarmed by the sight of the two people fighting. William had given him a serial killer stare, telling the nervous man to keep driving.


Elizabeth tried to slap him while William held his head down laughing and blocking her attempts. He grabbed her by the wrists as they continued to struggle until William got her where he wanted her, astride him. He forced her hand to his crotch wanting her to feel how hard her resistance was making him. He released her wrist then covered his hand over hers while she continued to rub his cock until it was rock hard. He released her other wrist, allowing her to run her hand through his hair then yank his head at an angle. She lowered her head and kissed him passionately.


William opened her coat, fondling her breasts roughly through her dress as leaned slight back and forth into his touch. Wanting to feel the real thing, Elizabeth unzipped his pants and got a handful of his cock as it pulsed in her grip. He gasped, running his hands up her thighs feeling her garters stretched to the limit on her hosiery. He shoved his fingers into her wetness, sending sexual shocks through her entire body. She cried out. His other hand reached up and pulled her mouth back down to his in a wicked battle of tongues. They both worked each other's sexes until the need had become too great while they both struggled to get his pants down and her dress further up.


Finally succeeding, William maneuvered his cock inside her, holding her ass as she rode him into the leather seat both totally oblivious to the cab driver, smirking and shaking his head at the lusty lovers. Elizabeth hands gripped and pushed into the hard leather while she worked her hips back and forth, seeing the stormy passion in his eyes. Her body was hotter than the depths of hell and her wetness was rampant.


They had their first fight fueled by an aphrodisiac blend of hurt, anger, jealousy, lust and desire. All being erased and satisfied in the back of a cab with harsh cries and whispered words of pleasure mixed with forgiveness. Elizabeth listened to William's deep hypnotic voice tell her he wanted to pleasure her inside and out until she begged for release. Her womanhood responded to lingering bond of hunger they shared. She told him to give it all to her and go deeper while she opened wider, digging and stretching her legs as far as they could go. She moaned loudly from his strong firm thrusts, cab driver be damned she thought. William was unleashing the greatest pleasure she has ever felt as she came and came harder then she ever had before with him.


Her welcomed juiciness unmasked the desire she still had for him despite his stupid jealous antics. He could have lost her tonight had he waited another second, another minute before jumping off that stage. For all he knows this may be their last time together. Now he had to make up for it, responding to her request to give her all he had. He locked his arms under her shoulders while her muscles tightened around him like a fist. He pressed her down onto his stiffness, interrupting the glorious rhythm of her hips to thrust upward. He moaned her name against her mouth preceded by Oh before his tongue searched out for hers, gliding in out of her mouth. She was coming and so was he, releasing powerful spurts inside her, causing him to stiffen while they rocked back and forth vibrating through one another.


Both hot and damp, William pressed the button on the side door panel to roll down the window. The cool air gave welcomed relief while it sucked out the smell of their passion from inside the cab. Elizabeth found it a little difficult to detach herself from him, wishing the feeling would return back to her legs quicker. She readjusted her wet panties and pulled down her dress while she surveyed the damage to her net stockings. Luckily, her coat covered most of it so she didn't have to worry about her husband seeing it.


William was still semi-erect when he tucked himself back into his leather pants. He pulled Elizabeth against him and she laid on his chest. It was very late and she needed to get home. He really wished she could spend the night with him for a change instead for a few hours but that was wishful thinking, dangerous thinking. The more time he spent with her the more he wanted. He told the cab driver to turn around to see her home first.


What little time they had was spent in silence. He kissed the top of her head a few times while he ran his hand lazily up and down the sleeve of her coat. He instructed the cab driver not to pull up in front of her brownstone so he let her out on the corner after they kissed lustfully goodbye. William waited in the cab, slouching in the back seat while he watched her go safely inside.
 

Chapter 5:

With desire I search for you
And my unexpected arrival
Will change all dimensions
Bringing reality to the space of wanting


William called her today and it was the fourth time in a row she told him she couldn't see him. Elizabeth had been working late the last two weeks meeting yet another important deadline. She almost missed the last one and her boss wasn't happy about it so she was going to make damn sure it didn't happen again. Elizabeth could hear the disappointment in William's voice but that was unimportant to her since he was the reason she had trouble focusing on her work. The ache between her legs was a constant distraction. While lust was being grabbed and satisfied, her in box stayed full and very little work was going out. Work had become a second priority and her husband was the third. Their lack of sex and quality time spent together had greatly diminished but her husband was too preoccupied with his own work to even notice. Elizabeth realized she would be giving something up soon and she wasn't quitting her job or leaving her husband.


William missed Elizabeth. It had been two weeks since they were last together. They talked briefly a few times on the phone but it wasn't enough. She told him she couldn't see him, using the excuse she had to work late. He wanted to believe her but how could he? It was the same lie she told her husband when they were together. William didn't want to think about Elizabeth shagging her husband but he was foolish to think she would stop just because they were sleeping together. He wondered where she found the energy since they always shagged to the point of exhaustion at least twice a week and down to the very last hour until she had to leave.


William was preoccupied with everything Elizabeth and it was turning him into bloody idiot, letting his anger and jealousy get the best of him. The first time Elizabeth refused to see him he let his ego absorb the blow. The second time he cleared everything off his desk in one swift motion. The third time he wanted to push over his desk but decided to take it out on his office telephone by smashing it against the wall. This time he just sat there numb, thinking their relationship was finally over. He knew it was foolish but he couldn't help but think he was the one being cheated on. He had never felt so insecure about a woman since he met Elizabeth but what did he expect? She was married and she didn't owe him an explanation. If he was being dumped, then he wanted her to tell him face to face. He looked at his watch. If she was working late, then she should still be at her office he thought. He grabbed his coat and briefcase, taking a cab to her building ten blocks away from his own.


Elizabeth needed to stretch her legs. She removed her shoes then stood on her tiptoes, stretching her arms high above her head. She rolled her neck and shoulders while pulling her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. She rolled up the sleeves then pinned her blond hair on top of her head, feeling refreshed. It was 6:00PM when she decided she was going to give herself one more before calling it a night. She frowned at the mountain of paperwork waiting in her in-box. Although she'd been working on it all day, it didn't look like it had been touched. She needed a break. Putting her shoes back on, she retrieved some change from her desk drawer, hoping a chocolate fix from the vending machine was what she needed before busying herself again.


The security guard was a nice man William thought. He told him Elizabeth didn't sign out for the night, making him realize she was telling him the truth. He chatted with the gray-haired man a few more minutes before getting on an elevator bound for Elizabeth's floor. When she opened the door, he thought she would be happy to see him and boy was he wrong. He tried to kiss her but she walked away so he tried small talk, pretending to be interested in where she worked. He invited himself in, shutting and locking the door. He watched a pout form on her glossy lips while she folded her arms across her chest. He remembered that look. It was the same look she gave him when they had their first fight. God he wanted her and he was willing to endure her harsh treatment if it meant he could be in the same room with her.


When Elizabeth opened the door, William was standing there with his arm raised about to knock. She asked him what was he doing there and how did he get pass security. He told her the guard naturally assumed he worked in the building then he laughed, telling her an expensive suit and briefcase did go a long way. She was too annoyed to share his humor, giving her some crap about wanting to see where she worked but Elizabeth knew exactly why he was there. Those lovely desperate and needy blue eyes had given him away. She'd seen that look before, in the cab, the night they had their first fight. It was such a turn on, knowing how much he desired her. She wouldn't let him kiss. Showing up unannounced called into question what he thought they were. First he wanted a date, which ended in disaster except for the hot make up sex and now this. What was next she thought?


Elizabeth leaned against her desk with her arms folded across her chest. She just looked at him still standing in the doorway. He looked good as always and part of her was excited to see him but she wasn't going to tell him that. God she wanted him but she had to fight it. She told William he needed to leave watching him shut and lock the door. As he approached her slowly, he tilted his head to the side, staring at her with his sexy come hither eyes. The intensity of his eyes ate away at her resolve causing her to shift and uncross her arms. Still determined to be strong, she gripped of her cherry wood desk with both hands telling him to leave and that she had a lot of work to do but William kept coming and she kept talking, fumbling over her words.


Elizabeth's lips parted involuntarily and her breathing patterns began to change the closer he came. She turned her back on him to avoid his hypnotic gaze, hoping the bold action would stop him in his tracks. Besides it always worked in the movies she thought. The woman would tell her object of desire she didn't want to see him. Turning her back on the man was a clear sigh of rejection then the woman would wait then turn back around to find the man gone. But this was real life and Elizabeth needed to stop pretending. Her blonde lover knew her well enough to know she didn't want him to leave as he steadily approached her until she felt his desire pressed against her ass. William was hard and she knew him well enough to know rejection was the same as foreplay to him.


Turning her back on him wasn't such a good idea after all. William lifted her blouse and Elizabeth felt the warm touch of his hand on the small of her back. She jumped then relaxed while he pressed his fingertips into her skin. She sighed out, telling him to stop and he told her to make him so she reached around, grabbing his hand before her zipper was completely down. She tried to stand more erect against him feeling the push of his body with the push of her body. Both were fighting for dominance but William was winning as he pressed his body even closer, causing her to tip slightly over her desk. Instinct made her to place her hands in front of her on the desk to prevent from falling all the way over but it gave William the opportunity to get her zipper all the way down. He wrapped one arm around her waist while he pushed her skirt down her legs, molding his body to hers as he continued to press his erection against her ass with a slow gyration of his hips. Elizabeth moaned barely able to tell him they couldn't make love in her office.


William didn't respond wrapping his other arm around her then let his hands take different journeys on her body. One caressed the front, back and insides of her thighs. The other was under her blouse caressing and squeezing her breasts moving from one to the other, back and forth, back and forth. He whispered in her ear he couldn't wait any longer to be with her, licking the outer shell and telling her he needed her right now. Elizabeth gasped, feeling his hand brush across the satin of her panties, pressing on her clit, moving on to her belly and navel then back to her clit. As much as she wanted him, she told William it was too risky and he told her he didn't care, bringing up her own risky behavior during the time she pulled him into that restaurant's bathroom.


Elizabeth closed her eyes, remembering the heat they generated that day. It was the same heat they were generating now. She more than understood the point William was trying to make. The element of risk was a turn on and she experienced and indulged in it every time she was with him. The mere fact that someone could catch them or hear them pleasuring the other only added to the passion. She could no longer see the point in fighting her need for him, covering her his hands with hers to join in the exploration of her body while she angled her head to kiss him.


Two whole weeks he thought, two whole bloody weeks without touching her, kissing her. It was torture so intense not even masturbation could make it go away but the consenting pressure of her hands on top of his was a start. They both kneaded her breasts until William undid the front clasp her bra to play with her nipples, responding to her kiss with all the pent up passion he held inside. It was the only way he knew how. It was the only way she knew how, with nothing but erotic twists and turns of their tongues which forced them to open their mouths wider as they tried to kiss away the hunger from each other's lips.


He pulled her panties half way down to bury his fingers inside her wetness. Elizabeth whimpered in his mouth but didn't break the hot juicy out of control kiss. Both of them were bent slightly over her desk as William moved with her while Elizabeth rode his fingers. He went deeper causing her mouth to open and close around his, interrupting the rhythm of their kiss with heated moans.


Moving his hand out of the way, Elizabeth grabbed and pinched at her breasts through her blouse and William opened his eyes to watch, using his rejected hand to push her panties as far as they would go in the awkward stance. He spread her legs further apart, removing his fingers from her quim and replacing them with his thumb while he inserted his index finger into her ass. The only words coming out of Elizabeth's mouth were moaned yes's. William kissed and licked her neck before forcing her mouth back to his, letting his tongue dive deep into the warm softness of her mouth while he French kissed and finger fucked her quim and ass.


William had filled every orifice and Elizabeth felt violated but in a good way. She reached between them, grabbing his erection and pulling it. The triple penetration made her want to be fucked without mercy. She tried to pull away from his mouth but William wouldn't let her. There was something almost dark about his forcefulness as if he was trying to hurt her. Her neck was already in an awkward angel and she could feel the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure below and she liked it.


Finally breaking free of his mouth and probing fingers, Elizabeth turned to him, panting and trying to catch her breath. She pushed him away almost falling forward due to the satiny material at her ankles. She lowered herself to remove them along with her shoes never taking her eyes off William. The look they gave each other was primitive and in a matter of seconds he was on her again. There was no time to react. Elizabeth's body had already waved the white flag.


William grabber her roughly, snatching the pins out of her blond hair. Elizabeth shook it free, releasing a heavy perfumed scent as it tumbled to her shoulders. William's cock twitched. It was a scent he knew all too well and couldn't get enough of. He ran his fingers through her blonde hair, aligning his lips with hers as if he was going to kiss her but instead pushed her head back and sucked on the flesh of her chin, pushing away the collar of her blouse while winding his lips down to the base of her throat.


Elizabeth's bottom lip quivered as little gasps of pleasures defected from her mouth. William muffled them, pressing his lips to hers while the rough pressure of his tongue and the softness of his lips overwhelmed her. She opened her mouth wider to take more of his tongue. Only his kisses could send her spiraling to a place where time was timeless as they both tugged on her blouse, trying to undo the buttons and kiss at the same time. Finally Elizabeth told him it wasn't going to work and William didn't argue. He kissed her hard on the mouth one more time before allowing he to dot it.


William removed his clothes and shoes like a veteran stripper and Elizabeth was only on her third button, undoing them while she looked at his body. He was sinuously breathtaking. She took a deep breath, letting it out while she removed her blouse and bra. She tossed them aside then started on her garters and stockings but William told her to leave them on. He lowered himself to the light carpeted floor, waiting for her to join him. She followed, crawling on her hands and knees into the welcoming space between his legs until she was eye level with his cock. It had been too long she thought, watching William lie on his back anticipating her mount but he would have to wait a little bit longer.


William looked at Elizabeth while she ogled his stiffness. He smiled, placing his hand behind her head, pulling her towards his stomach. He wrapped his hand around his penis, tracing the head along her lips. Elizabeth opened her mouth easing her tongue over her bottom lip. She curled it up, teasing the fleshy rim of helmeted head. He hissed in pleasure, telling her to do it again and she, while tasting small quantities of his salty milk. Vivid and explicit thoughts overpowered her mind as she rose, opening her mouth wider to swallow him down. William's hips jerked up causing him to go deeper into her mouth almost making her gag. She removed his hand and replaced it with hers, sucking and squeezing him inside her mouth with a confident up and down motion.


William couldn't take much more of her mouth, whispering her name and begging her to ride him. Elizabeth looked up, running her tongue all over his cock before asking him was he sure and then quickly deep-throated him several more times to see if he was absolutely sure. Sensing he was about to explode she released him from her mouth and gripped him tightly so he wouldn't come. She crawled up, positioning her bended knees on either side of his hips, letting the head of his cock touch her moist sex before sliding all the way down. He pulsed inside of her and it felt exquisite.


Although their mouths were open, the wanton lovers didn't make a sound while suspending their moment of pleasure. It was intense, commanding and a down right impressive connection. A connection Elizabeth lost long ago with her husband only to have it returned with her passionate blonde lover. William had a spellbinding effect on her, causing her to get lost as her body arched and swayed until a pinch on her excited nipples brought her back from her temporary blindness of mind. She rocked her hips back and forth quickly as they both breathed faster and faster taking short needed breaths. Elizabeth had held on as best she could, shifting her hands from his chest to his broad shoulders. She felt the muscles moving under his hard pale flesh while the hard muscle up inside her moved over her spot.


William pulled her to him, feeling her sweaty breasts press against his chest. He rolled them over being careful not to let his cock slip out. As soon as Elizabeth's back hit the carpet, he lowered his weight on her, pushing all the way inside then all the way out and into a pounding rhythm. Nothing but the moist slapping of their bodies could be heard over the sounds of their moans. Elizabeth climaxed, shivering underneath him, breathless. William came too, clenching his ass cheeks together while whispering her name against her neck.


Well she did it, Elizabeth had sex in her office and it wasn't with her husband like in her fantasy because in reality he would never do such a thing. She turned her head to look at her the blonde beautiful man lying beside her, still riding the high from their sexual union. She ran her hand across his sweaty happy trail, watching him rise to the occasion once again. There was no doubt in her mind she wanted him again but like always the time factor threatened to put out the flame. Elizabeth checked her watch it was 8:30PM well passed the time she told her husband she would be home. She tried to call him but he didn't answer. Her brow crinkled. Maybe he decided to go to bed early she thought. He was usually asleep by 9:00PM.


She got dressed while William still laid buck-naked on the damp carpet. She cleared her throat, which caused him to look up. He smiled, getting to his feet then walked over to her. He pulled her hands away from her blouse, saying not yet as he kissed and licked the flesh not covered by her blue satin bra. She told him they needed to go as she ran her hands up his strong back while he leaned her to the desk. Elizabeth pulled up her skirt, thinking he was going to take her there but he didn't. He picked her up and laid her back down on the floor, removing her panties again and inserting his cock deep inside her. She gasped. He whispered he would make it quick as he filled her. Elizabeth nodded, accepting and taking his hard thrusts until they both came again unable to control the shaking in her legs. William helped her to her and assisted in pulling down her skirt. They kissed, trying to fight the urge for round three.


Standing on opposite sides of the elevator, William and Elizabeth stared at each other with intensity equal to the call of the wild. Finally William spoke, telling her he wish she could spend the night just once with him so he would know what's like to wake up with her. Elizabeth tensed; William wanted something from her that she knew was impossible. Her only respond was a smile as they stepped off the elevator a fair distance apart. Elizabeth greeted the gray-haired security guard while she signed out, then heard him as someone could he help.


When the man with the British accent responded, Elizabeth's heart jumped in her throat. She looked over her shoulder and saw her husband approaching the desk. She made sure not to look over at William and smiled, asking him why was he there. He walked up to her and placed a kiss on her cheek, holding up a bag of Chinese take out. Right away Elizabeth knew something wasn't right about the way he greeted her. Rupert wasn't comfortable with public displays of affection and he never ever came to her job. She tried not to panic, wondering if he knew. He told her he thought she might be hungry since she wasn't home at the time she promised. He didn't appear to be angry but he did look curious while he stared at William then back at her. Sensing he probably wanted to be introduced, she told him they should be leaving. In haste, she grabbed him by the arm, walking toward the door and she never looked back at William.

A/N: Since some of you already guessed it, I knew this chapter for sure gave it away. Yes, Elizabeth is married to Rupert Giles but for how long. Keep reading and find out :)

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