Right Love, Wrong Time.

I listened to his heart, still beating at a rapid pace from our recent bout of heavy love-making. His chest rose and fell quickly in a rhythm with mine, and he moaned with pleasurable satisfaction. I joined in, mixing my satisfied sigh into the ending of his moan while gingerly gliding my fingers playfully through his sparse chest hair and dabbing at the pool of sweat between his pecs. I couldn't help it, I just couldn't get enough of him. Ever since the day I had met Roy, there was an electricity between us, a mutual knowing and understanding that only existed when two like minds blended into one.

He knew exactly what turned me on and constantly displayed it within the walls of his farmhouse. Scented candles burned, casting our shadows upon the wall of his bedroom while a continuous flow of classical chamber music complemented the wine and romance that he'd worked diligently to get perfect.

I blushed shyly, even though we had just finished exploring each other's bodies in a way only the most thorough and passionate maniac could possibly do. I still couldn't help becoming shy when he did those sweet little things that meant so much. Gazing back into his eyes, I allowed my fingers to entwine with his, weaving them over and around for a few seconds. With a seductive smile, I brought Roy's fingertip to my moist, hot lips and consumed it. He closed his eyes, gently bit his bottom lip and released a sigh of pleasure, his face freely expressing how much he loved it when I did that.

Roy had never been one to hold back his feelings and that was one of the many qualities I loved about him. He was such a romantic; whispering shards of Shakespearean lore and making my heart swoon to the gentle tune of those words. They heightened my desires, making my heart pound and clouded my mind of all reason. The tenderness of our lips barely touching while he held me close, seducing my breasts gently with the back of his fingers, and speaking the language of love, made me weak in the knees and wanting more. Such was his way of lovemaking; a never ending display of petting, kissing and holding while speaking with a renaissance-flavored tongue.

"You know I have to go soon, mon coeur," I whispered back, snuggling into the crook of his arm and pressing my bare breasts against his side. I swooned when I felt the warmth of his body next to mine, it gave me such a sense of security and belonging - something that I normally didn't have when I was away from him.

Roy adjusted his posture slightly to accommodate mine; moving the twisted and sweat-soaked sheets out of the way and rolling onto his side. He didn't say anything, at first, although I knew what was on his mind, I always knew. Two like minds that had such a strong connection one could tell what the other was thinking. We could pick up vibes from each other, even from miles away, and suddenly know when to call on the phone or sign onto the computer. Call it ESP, a sixth sense or just a premonition but I experimented by sitting at the computer, clearing my mind and concentrating on my lover. I would think his name and picture him in my mind, moments later he'd popped up on AOL saying he had this urge to sign on. Roy's done the same thing to me on several occasions, hell, the first time we met I had this weird vibe that I had met him before. He even had the ability to pluck images and thoughts from my mind, which he had proven time and again and, at this moment, I felt he was doing just that. His face had taken on that look again, an over-confident look that made his eyes dazzle in a fixed stare while the hint of an entrancing smile touched the corners of his sexy mouth.

I stared into his face; regal -- not an Adonis -- but quite handsome. He had soft, shoulder length hair that I loved touching and that tiny little nubbin in the middle of his upper lip that, when I used my tongue to play with it, always sent chilling shock waves of pleasure through his body. Roy still didn't reply to my earlier comment; instead he gazed into my eyes and I suddenly felt his warm hand touching the nipple of one of my breasts. I sucked in my breath and felt my inner thighs moisten as my juices continued to ooze out.

"I know you don't want me to go, but he'll wonder where I am," I said in despair, trying to fight the urge to roll onto my back and let Roy have his way with me - again. There was no doubt about it, he knew just where to touch between my legs, how to touch until I tingled and convulsed with ecstasy and when to touch; his timing was the ultimate - it left me so utterly helpless, but in a gratifying sense.

Roy smiled devilishly and I felt him gently force his leg between mine. In the state I was in, I eagerly submitted and released a little gasp as he pressed his knee firmly into my womanhood. Tingling waves of pleasure filled my torso and I instantly tightened my strong, athletic thighs around his leg while gripping his biceps for support. He smirked at my reaction to everything he did to my body, but I knew he loved it.

I lowered my eyes, in shame. A slight hatred for the way my relationship had turned out with my husband built itself within me, welling up like a hot spring ready to boil over. If only my husband had done these things with me, that Roy did. Even after our son died, I never would've allowed another man to put his hands on me. As it happened, my spouse didn't and I, being completely exhausted from four years of constant begging, pleading and fighting with him about the lack of passion and verbal interest between us, caved in once I met Roy.

And Roy, having just recently lost his fiancee due to a terrible vehicle accident, was drawn to me, convinced that I was his soul mate. Soul mate? I wondered about that, but since he had been utterly miserable in his relationship and pretty much received the same type of treatment from her for years, the poor guy was starving for someone who wanted the exact same thing in a relationship that I wanted. A twist of fate, perhaps? Who knew. But the one thing that I did know, Roy was a man after my own heart, passionate, loving, and unafraid to express his love and true feelings... not like my husband was.

I smiled callously and blushed. Being an actor and writer, he sure knew how to pour it on, however, I was a writer too and not about to be outdone. "Thine words pour forth like a never-ending river of love, filling my heart with passion, my lord. Your faith does not go unrecognized, nor does your love. Thou wilt have all of me this night, my love, and when it has ended, I must fly away."

Unable to contain myself any longer, I took his face in my hands and pressed a feverish kiss upon his lips, forcing them open and probing with my tongue while snaking a leg up to his hips. My back arched deeply when I felt his strong arm encircling my tiny waist, pressing me close to his abdomen and greedily accepting my hot kiss. Roy bore into me as deeply as his kiss and once he was inside of me, again, his heated explosion subsided to a sudden halt. It all seemed like slow motion, the reason being was that he wanted to savor every second inside of me. He gingerly touched my face, as if I were a china doll that might break, outlining the side of my face with his fingertips then burying them into my waist-length copper-blonde hair. The motion of his hand in my hair made me throw back my head, exposing my neck.

My breath quickened as I felt his warm seductive sighs against my skin accompanied by light kisses on my neck, while his other hand explored my backside, caressing my heart shaped bottom and supporting it while he continued to probe me with his throbbing manhood.

I closed my eyes and willingly accepted the streaks of pleasure that shot through every ounce of my being, forcing my body to tremble and to cry out in ecstasy. I lost my composure as the orgasm ignited quickly. Our hands clasped tightly, our bodies clung to each other. The thrusting of his hips had become more powerful than our earlier encounter. I wanted Roy to feel our love explode at the same time, but he was holding back - an odd male trait that I was quickly going to put an end to. I knew he wanted to make sure I was satisfied, but I wasn't a selfish person and felt he deserved more satisfaction than me - just a little to keep him wanting more. Using a wonderful little exercise that most women who have babies employ shortly thereafter, I tightened up on his throbbing muscle and smiled as I heard him gasp uncontrollably.

I slipped out of bed silently, threw on my jeans and sweater and ran a comb through my hair. It was getting close to midnight and I had to go; my husband thought I was out with a friend, but only I knew that it was a pretend female friend, one that I had made up for convenience sake. But she came in handy when I found the time to steal a few precious moments with a man that made me feel like a complete woman. I wanted to be with Roy always, but my personal situation was too screwed up to leave. I had a beautiful big house, a husband who gave me every material thing i desired and financial security. As long as I stayed married I had everything I ever wanted, except passion and romance. A stranger looking in from the outside would think I didn't have it so bad. I had really nice things, my life looked pretty damn comfortable, but deep down inside I was lacking the sustenance that kept a relationship alive. I had a husband who worked constantly but he didn't pay me any attention - ever. Yet, I couldn't wait to "have it all" and now that I did "have it all" I felt so empty inside. The only way I truly did "have it all" was split between two men; my husband provided the material and my lover provided the emotional.

Many times I had contemplated leaving my secure little world and totally start over, but then I'd risk my husband’s death due to his heart condition and losing everything I'd worked so hard for. For what - passion and feeling appreciated? There was just too much to think about; it was always too much to think about. The fact was, I was afraid to deal with it and I just wanted to keep things going as they were. It was safe that way.

I released a troubled sigh as I paused to look at my lover's sleeping form once more before I departed. I was in love with him, though I never said it verbally, thus the fear factor that continued to overshadow our harried relationship. He was so perfect for me, yet I could never have him completely. If I went that direction, I would destroy the lives of those attached to me. I just couldn't let that happen. I smiled wanly and shook my head. Right before I left his home I whispered to him.


	Right Love, Wrong Time * NC-21 * By: Ange Copyright October 1, 2002 **All Rights Reserved. Story cannot be reprinted/reproduced without Ange's permission. I listened to his heart, still beating at a rapid pace from our recent bout of heavy love-making. His chest rose and fell quickly in a rhythm with mine, and he moaned with pleasurable satisfaction. I joined in, mixing my satisfied sigh into the ending of his moan while gingerly gliding my fingers playfully through his sparse chest hair and dabbing at the pool of sweat between his pecs. I couldn't help it, I just couldn't get enough of him. Ever since the day I had met Roy, there was an electricity between us, a mutual knowing and understanding that only existed when two like minds blended into one. He knew exactly what turned me on and constantly displayed it within the walls of his farmhouse. Scented candles burned, casting our shadows upon the wall of his bedroom while a continuous flow of classical chamber music complemented the wine and romance that he'd worked diligently to get perfect. "Captivating," he whispered, gazing into my face and caressing my jaw line with the back of his fingers. I blushed shyly, even though we had just finished exploring each other's bodies in a way only the most thorough and passionate maniac could possibly do. I still couldn't help becoming shy when he did those sweet little things that meant so much. Gazing back into his eyes, I allowed my fingers to entwine with his, weaving them over and around for a few seconds. With a seductive smile, I brought Roy's fingertip to my moist, hot lips and consumed it. He closed his eyes, gently bit his bottom lip and released a sigh of pleasure, his face freely expressing how much he loved it when I did that. Roy had never been one to hold back his feelings and that was one of the many qualities I loved about him. He was such a romantic; whispering shards of Shakespearean lore and making my heart swoon to the gentle tune of those words. They heightened my desires, making my heart pound and clouded my mind of all reason. The tenderness of our lips barely touching while he held me close, seducing my breasts gently with the back of his fingers, and speaking the language of love, made me weak in the knees and wanting more. Such was his way of lovemaking; a never ending display of petting, kissing and holding while speaking with a renaissance-flavored tongue. "You know I have to go soon, mon coeur," I whispered back, snuggling into the crook of his arm and pressing my bare breasts against his side. I swooned when I felt the warmth of his body next to mine, it gave me such a sense of security and belonging - something that I normally didn't have when I was away from him. Roy adjusted his posture slightly to accommodate mine; moving the twisted and sweat-soaked sheets out of the way and rolling onto his side. He didn't say anything, at first, although I knew what was on his mind, I always knew. Two like minds that had such a strong connection one could tell what the other was thinking. We could pick up vibes from each other, even from miles away, and suddenly know when to call on the phone or sign onto the computer. Call it ESP, a sixth sense or just a premonition but I experimented by sitting at the computer, clearing my mind and concentrating on my lover. I would think his name and picture him in my mind, moments later he'd popped up on AOL saying he had this urge to sign on. Roy's done the same thing to me on several occasions, hell, the first time we met I had this weird vibe that I had met him before. He even had the ability to pluck images and thoughts from my mind, which he had proven time and again and, at this moment, I felt he was doing just that. His face had taken on that look again, an over-confident look that made his eyes dazzle in a fixed stare while the hint of an entrancing smile touched the corners of his sexy mouth. I stared into his face; regal -- not an Adonis -- but quite handsome. He had soft, shoulder length hair that I loved touching and that tiny little nubbin in the middle of his upper lip that, when I used my tongue to play with it, always sent chilling shock waves of pleasure through his body. Roy still didn't reply to my earlier comment; instead he gazed into my eyes and I suddenly felt his warm hand touching the nipple of one of my breasts. I sucked in my breath and felt my inner thighs moisten as my juices continued to ooze out. "I know you don't want me to go, but he'll wonder where I am," I said in despair, trying to fight the urge to roll onto my back and let Roy have his way with me - again. There was no doubt about it, he knew just where to touch between my legs, how to touch until I tingled and convulsed with ecstasy and when to touch; his timing was the ultimate - it left me so utterly helpless, but in a gratifying sense. Roy smiled devilishly and I felt him gently force his leg between mine. In the state I was in, I eagerly submitted and released a little gasp as he pressed his knee firmly into my womanhood. Tingling waves of pleasure filled my torso and I instantly tightened my strong, athletic thighs around his leg while gripping his biceps for support. He smirked at my reaction to everything he did to my body, but I knew he loved it. "Please, Roy, I know you're really trying to convince me to stay the night with you but..." "I want you to stay the rest of your life with me, Kyara," he finally admitted embarrassingly. I could tell he'd almost regretted uttering those words. I lowered my eyes, in shame. A slight hatred for the way my relationship had turned out with my husband built itself within me, welling up like a hot spring ready to boil over. If only my husband had done these things with me, that Roy did. Even after our son died, I never would've allowed another man to put his hands on me. As it happened, my spouse didn't and I, being completely exhausted from four years of constant begging, pleading and fighting with him about the lack of passion and verbal interest between us, caved in once I met Roy. And Roy, having just recently lost his fiancee due to a terrible vehicle accident, was drawn to me, convinced that I was his soul mate. Soul mate? I wondered about that, but since he had been utterly miserable in his relationship and pretty much received the same type of treatment from her for years, the poor guy was starving for someone who wanted the exact same thing in a relationship that I wanted. A twist of fate, perhaps? Who knew. But the one thing that I did know, Roy was a man after my own heart, passionate, loving, and unafraid to express his love and true feelings... not like my husband was. He removed his leg from between mine and wiped the sticky sexual residue away while lifting himself into a sitting position, hovering over me slightly and giving me a wry smile. "I know, my sweet muse, I know. It pains you, yet you do not leave him. Why?" he said using his Shakespearean phrases. I released a frustrated sigh and shot an angry glance at him, "You know why." "Okay, I know, I just can't help asking," he soothed, taking my hand and pressing it gently to his lips, "But know this -- I don't give up - ever. Thou wilt not be kept from me forever, my fair muse." I smiled callously and blushed. Being an actor and writer, he sure knew how to pour it on, however, I was a writer too and not about to be outdone. "Thine words pour forth like a never-ending river of love, filling my heart with passion, my lord. Your faith does not go unrecognized, nor does your love. Thou wilt have all of me this night, my love, and when it has ended, I must fly away." "Fly away if you must, but like a pure white dove, thou wilt return - again and again." Unable to contain myself any longer, I took his face in my hands and pressed a feverish kiss upon his lips, forcing them open and probing with my tongue while snaking a leg up to his hips. My back arched deeply when I felt his strong arm encircling my tiny waist, pressing me close to his abdomen and greedily accepting my hot kiss. Roy bore into me as deeply as his kiss and once he was inside of me, again, his heated explosion subsided to a sudden halt. It all seemed like slow motion, the reason being was that he wanted to savor every second inside of me. He gingerly touched my face, as if I were a china doll that might break, outlining the side of my face with his fingertips then burying them into my waist-length copper-blonde hair. The motion of his hand in my hair made me throw back my head, exposing my neck. My breath quickened as I felt his warm seductive sighs against my skin accompanied by light kisses on my neck, while his other hand explored my backside, caressing my heart shaped bottom and supporting it while he continued to probe me with his throbbing manhood. Roy's torso grinded slowly to a rhythm that I quickly yielded to, wrapping my legs around his waist and allowing him to hold my hands above my head in a submissive pose. He gently kissed my hair, my face and my shoulders. "Ahhh," he whispered softly, "I could drink you in." It was my perfume he was referring to. The smell of it had apparently gone straight to his head and kept his desire running high, intoxicated by the light, flowery scent. "All for you, my love, my Shakespeare," I panted as my mouth became very dry. I closed my eyes and willingly accepted the streaks of pleasure that shot through every ounce of my being, forcing my body to tremble and to cry out in ecstasy. I lost my composure as the orgasm ignited quickly. Our hands clasped tightly, our bodies clung to each other. The thrusting of his hips had become more powerful than our earlier encounter. I wanted Roy to feel our love explode at the same time, but he was holding back - an odd male trait that I was quickly going to put an end to. I knew he wanted to make sure I was satisfied, but I wasn't a selfish person and felt he deserved more satisfaction than me - just a little to keep him wanting more. Using a wonderful little exercise that most women who have babies employ shortly thereafter, I tightened up on his throbbing muscle and smiled as I heard him gasp uncontrollably. Minutes later, we fell together, locked in each other's embrace. I stayed close to Roy, letting him hold me until he fell asleep. I wanted to stay the night, but wifely duty pulled me from his side. I slipped out of bed silently, threw on my jeans and sweater and ran a comb through my hair. It was getting close to midnight and I had to go; my husband thought I was out with a friend, but only I knew that it was a pretend female friend, one that I had made up for convenience sake. But she came in handy when I found the time to steal a few precious moments with a man that made me feel like a complete woman. I wanted to be with Roy always, but my personal situation was too screwed up to leave. I had a beautiful big house, a husband who gave me every material thing i desired and financial security. As long as I stayed married I had everything I ever wanted, except passion and romance. A stranger looking in from the outside would think I didn't have it so bad. I had really nice things, my life looked pretty damn comfortable, but deep down inside I was lacking the sustenance that kept a relationship alive. I had a husband who worked constantly but he didn't pay me any attention - ever. Yet, I couldn't wait to "have it all" and now that I did "have it all" I felt so empty inside. The only way I truly did "have it all" was split between two men; my husband provided the material and my lover provided the emotional. Many times I had contemplated leaving my secure little world and totally start over, but then I'd risk my husband’s death due to his heart condition and losing everything I'd worked so hard for. For what - passion and feeling appreciated? There was just too much to think about; it was always too much to think about. The fact was, I was afraid to deal with it and I just wanted to keep things going as they were. It was safe that way. I released a troubled sigh as I paused to look at my lover's sleeping form once more before I departed. I was in love with him, though I never said it verbally, thus the fear factor that continued to overshadow our harried relationship. He was so perfect for me, yet I could never have him completely. If I went that direction, I would destroy the lives of those attached to me. I just couldn't let that happen. I smiled wanly and shook my head. Right before I left his home I whispered to him. "Thou will see me again and soon. Good night my love.” End**