ONCE IN A LIFETIME

They walked back to the hotel in silence. She had enjoyed the week in England and did not want this night to end. She stopped. "What's wrong?" as soon as the words were out, he knew what was wrong. It was the same thing he had been feeling all evening.

He stepped closer to her. Her perfume curled around his senses like trails of smoke. Looking into her eyes, "I've wanted to do this from the moment you stepped off the train." with that, he kissed her long and deep.

She gazed up at him, waiting to be released. Instead he pulled her closer, until she was hugged tighter in his embrace. She had waited an eternity to meet him and had waited even longer to be held in his arms. Neither of them wanted to break the embrace but knew they couldn't stand there like that all night.

He looked at her, "Shall we?" A smile crossed his lips and quickly disappeared as she shook her head. Now she was the one smiling. "Where is the castle you mentioned? I want to go there."

He literally let out a sigh of relief, it took all she could muster to stifle the giggle, and they headed toward his car. She became a little more brazen, running her handover his thigh, purposely going a little too high. Yes, he wanted her. But first he would make her pay for teasing him like she was.

It was a rare clear night in England, a break in the rain made way for a full moon. He leaned against the car, watching her walk around the lawn. She motioned for him to join her then started to remove her top. She had every intention of making love to him right there on that lawn. His hands came around her waist, his mouth found her bare neck. As he planted small kisses all over her exposed flesh, she arched into him. Her hands trailing over his broad back to his waist.

"And you thought the teasing would get what you wanted? Are you in such a hurry that you don't want to play a bit first?" She couldn't find her voice. Oh what had she done? He ran a hand over the swell of her breast, over the material of her bra. Yes, she wanted him. It was time for him to get even.

He stepped behind her, leaning down to kiss her neck and shoulders, lightly caressing every inch of her exposed upper body. She was lost in his touch and had not noticed that her bra had been removed.

He pinched and pulled a nipple between his fingers. She put her arms behind her and gripped his waist through his clothing. The moans she tried to keep silent escaped her anyway. As he knelt down he took her remaining clothing with him, stopping just long enough to plant a kiss on her navel.

Standing, he took her in his arms, lifted her, kissed her and sat her on the hood of his car. Bracing with her arms, she leaned back to expose her neck and entire front to his kisses.

As "Smooth Up In Ya" played on the radio, he covered her in kisses. It was as if they were the only people alive. His kisses ignited her nerve endings to the very core but he was getting no complaints. He wanted to make this last because there was no telling when or if they would ever see each other again.

She removed his shirt, covering his chest and arms with kisses, pressing herself into him. Wanting to feel the warmth of his skin next to hers. She hugged him to her, "I want you now." was whispered in his ear.

He entered her as "I Remember You" began to come from the speakers. Ever so slowly he worked into a rhythm, soon they were in sync. Neither of them rushing their lovemaking. They collapsed on the hood of the car as "I Remember You" came to an end.

They dressed and rode back to the hotel in silence. He opened her door, hugged her, kissed her deeply for the last time and whispered "I'll remember you."

She turned away from him before her first tear fell, after hearing his car door shut, she turned to watch his taillights fade into the night. This had been a trip, more so a night, she would remember forever.

~~©2002~~