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We both know we have to go home, where you are
To your husband what he needs
And thoughts ride you still with our noise
And its sounding in your ears
Shallow breaths, cries of rapture, and orgasmic release


On the cab ride home, Rupert asked Elizabeth why didn't she introduce him to her gentlemen friend standing next to her. Elizabeth was shocked by the question since she thought she had done a good job at pretending William wasn't even there. She denied she knew William while searching Rupert's eyes to see if he believed her but seeing the crease in his brow made it apparent he had some doubt. Just when things couldn't get any worse, Rupert told Elizabeth he saw the blonde man staring at her with infatuation. Nervous while at the same time trying to control her heart rate and the sweat from creeping to her brow, Elizabeth laughed telling him she didn't notice.


Rupert was quite for a while, and then turned to Elizabeth, wanting to know if the man worked in her building. She responded nonchalantly with a quick answer that it was possible and spoke no further but Rupert wouldn't let it go so easily telling Elizabeth how could she possibly not notice the gentleman since their shoulders were practically touching. Elizabeth remained calm, denying what Rupert said he THOUGHT he saw even pretending to be a little bit angry at what Rupert was suggesting. She raised her voice, telling him she had never seen the man before and wasn't interested in knowing if he worked in the building. Realizing he was upsetting Elizabeth, Rupert apologized for his Spanish Inquisition, placing a hand on her knee. Elizabeth smiled at him then turned to look out the window, closing her eyes in relief that Rupert's interest in William had passed.


When they arrived home, Elizabeth headed straight upstairs relieved Rupert didn't follow her. William's scent covered her body like a second skin and she needed to scrub it away before Rupert decided he wanted to be affectionate with her again. His unexpected visit, the kiss on the cheek, and his grilling had unhinged her to the point she thought she would pass out while she tried to stop her breathing from outracing her thumping heart. Rupert wasn't comfortable with PDA but for some reason he felt it was necessary at that particular moment. Was he finally becoming suspicious of all the late nights she had said she was working or was he feeling insecure in the presence of a handsome younger man. Assuming it had to be a little of both, Elizabeth knew it was time to end things with William.


She wanted to take a hot bath to sooth her sex sore muscles rather than her usual shower. While the water ran, Elizabeth stripped leaving on her bra, garters, stockings and underwear. Standing in front of her mirror, she was horrified by her appearance, realizing she didn't do a very good job of fixing herself up before leaving her office. Elizabeth noticed her hair was matted on one side and her mascara had run slightly to the corners of her eyes from the tears she shed during orgasm. Her lips were still a bit puffy from William's hard passionate kisses, and there were runs and holes in her stockings and bright red carpet burns on her knees, spine and lower back.


She removed her lingerie and tossed the ruined silky stockings into the bathroom wastebasket. She submerged her body into the soothing hot liquid up to her neck, feeling the sting on the irritated skin that was evidence from how she spent her last few hours. Elizabeth was hoping the bath would relax her but she was wrong. The turmoil in her brain had kept her body tense. Never had she imagined she would ever be in the presence of her lover and her husband at the same time. Thinking luck was on her side, she exhaled in relief she didn't get caught but was it luck or a warning to what was to come if she continued to see William.


Elizabeth attempted to call him several times getting as far as dialing his number but hanging up before the first ring. She was ready to end things with William but struggled with how she needed to do it. Should she just leave everything the way it was, letting silence speak for her or call him to end it swiftly over the phone. Silence seemed to be the best answer but she really wanted to see him one last time preferably in public place where she wouldn't be tempted to sleep with him. She was decided the coffee house was the perfect place. It was close to both their jobs and always crowded.


*~~~~~~~~*


While on his way home, William had the cab driver stop by the liquor store so he could pick up a bottle of whiskey and some fags even though he had quit smoking two years ago. He needed to smoke after witnessing time standing still the moment Elizabeth's husband showed up. Certain it was over between them, he used the time wisely to take one last look at Elizabeth and then at her husband before they hurried off. He tried not to stare too hard at the distinguished looking man, hiding his shock by the apparent age difference and his amusement that he was a fellow Brit. In the beginning of their relationship, William wasn't interested in knowing anything about Elizabeth's husband. But as his feelings for her grew, he found himself wanting to know more about the man lucky enough to possess such an intelligent and beautiful woman but resisted the urge to inquiry. Since the lucky bloke was a subject as taboo as their relationship.


When he placed the fag between his lips William smelled the scent of Elizabeth's sex on his fingers. He placed them closer to his nose and inhaled deeply, closing his eyes and remembering how her pink tongue ran across her bottom lip when he slid them inside her. He pulled out a chair from his dining room table and sat down, removing his shoes and socks. Feeling the soft carpet under his feet only served as a reminder of how their bodies writhed on the carpet in Elizabeth's office. He removed his tie and stripped off his shirt, smelling the heavy scent of her perfume on his chest where her breasts were pressed against him. Her scent was on his face, his lips and his tongue, threatening to ruin his hopes of enjoying his smokes and whiskey.


He had taken a drag from his cigarette while he screwed the cap off the whiskey. He didn't want a glass, taking a long swig straight from the bottle and then wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. After savoring the taste of his poor choices to ease his thoughts, the desire to indulge in them again had passed. William stubbed out the fag and placed the cap back on the bottle, thinking a long hot was the better choice. He removed his pants, stepping into the hot spring while the intoxicating scent of his blonde lover washed down the drain. He sighed; hoping his thoughts of her would do the same as he pressed his hands on the tile wall, leaning forward while the hot water beat down on his head and neck. Finding it impossible to relax, William's body remained tense with thoughts of how his impatience and unquenched desire to be with Elizabeth had almost gotten them caught.


*~~~~~~~~*


It had only been a week since the encounter with Elizabeth's husband but it felt longer as William tried to beat back his desire to see her or talk to her. Each day that passed was a struggle but he was determined to do the right thing, which was nothing at all and go cold turkey. He drowned himself in work, spent more time working out at the gym and even gave his friends permission to set him up on blind dates, thinking he needed other female companionship to take his mind off Elizabeth. However, every time they called saying they had the 'perfect' girl for him, William always found an excuse not to go through with it.


Day eight he thought looking at the phone and picking it up. William was halfway through dialing Elizabeth's number but an emergency meeting called by his boss saved him. The minor distraction was just that, minor because the desire to call her returned the moment he came back to his office. William reached for the phone again then pulled back clenching and unclenching his left hand until it hurt and turned red.


God, he missed her and not just the passionate shagging. William missed Elizabeth's laugh, her pout, her debates, and her stubbornness. His endless thoughts of her made lust roar through every pore as he fought the urge to pick up the phone. No matter how badly he needed to taste her scented skin on his lips and hear the trace of innocence in her voice when she came, he was not going to call her. It was over and time to move on resigning himself to that fact.


When his phone rang, William was going to let his voice mail pick up but changed his mind thinking it was his boss. When he answered the telephone with his name William Hawthorn, there was silence. He answered again with hello but still there was no response then something clicked inside of him. He remained on the line and then he whispered Elizabeth's name.


Elizabeth missed William and not just the forbidden sweaty loving but also his poetry, his dry sense of humor, and his undivided attention. She summoned the courage to call him at work and when he answered, the sound of his voice caused an immediate surge of lust to trail down to her lower parts. She closed her eyes and her lips parted so her tongued could moisten them. She swallowed, trying to find the words to say something quickly before he hung up. When he whispered her name into the telephone, it had awakened yearnings and the power of speech.


She rushed to the coffee house after work and ordered two hot chocolates, making sure William's had plenty of little marshmallows floating on top. She scanned the area for a place to sit, spotting a booth in the far back. She removed her coat and nervously brushed her hands down her skirt then adjusted her blouse and blazer. She remembered the last time she was nervous like this, it was their first time together. Elizabeth smiled then quickly erased the thought from her mind. She was there to officially end things with William and being aroused would only make it difficult.


William wondered if his intense thoughts of Elizabeth created some cosmic energy resulting in her calling him. Whatever it was he was glad she did. When she finally spoke to him, the sound of her voice did arouse him causing him to grip the receiver tighter. She told him they needed to talk and William knew she was going to tell him it was over.


Her husband showing up unexpectedly was a reality check for both of them. Elizabeth was not his but when she was in his arms he could argue that as he looked through the glass window of the coffee house at her beautiful face. They were at the place where it all began and it seemed the appropriate place to end it there. As he approached the door, William realized he was standing in the very spot where they shared their first passionate kiss. Feeling aroused, William was having second thoughts about seeing her but the last thing he wanted to do was desert Elizabeth since they were friends as well as lovers. William took a deep breath and walked inside.


Elizabeth looked up from her hot chocolate and over to the door where she spotted William looking in her direction. She had sensed him and felt amused by it as she watched him make his way to the table. She couldn't help but smile, as he got closer, shifting in the booth until William sat down. They exchanged pleasantries while he removed his coat and Elizabeth felt her nipples harden when she got a whiff of his cologne and could care less if it was impolite to stare. William was a feast for the eyes.


Although he wanted to sit beside her, William sat across from Elizabeth pleased with the smile that greeted him when he arrived. He smiled back, asking if one of the hot chocolates was for him or was she just thirsty. Elizabeth laughed probably a little too hard but she was nervous. She told him one of them was for him, placing her hand on the cup at the same time William reached for it. There hands touched, his over hers and he rubbed gently. Neither of them removed their hands as they maintained contact, sliding down the side of the cup to the table. It was so natural and comforting Elizabeth was forgetting why she asked him there as they sat in silence, exchanging glances and smiles. Relishing in the tender moment, Elizabeth didn't know what she was waiting for. Was she changing her mind?


Deciding to spare her from telling him it was over, William told Elizabeth he knew why she asked him to meet her. She pulled her hand away, staring into his eyes still not speaking. He told her he knew it was over between them the moment her husband showed up and that he was sorry for messing things up between with his own unexpected visit. Elizabeth tried to speak but William told her to let him finish. He reached for her hand, covering it with his other hand and looked into her eyes. He told her he would miss her and that despite the circumstances of how they came to be, she had enriched his life.


Elizabeth felt like she had lead in her stomach. Damn, William had a way with words she thought. She dreaded telling him it was over and was glad he was making it easy for her. She didn't mean to pull her hand away so quickly but it didn't seem appropriate to hold it anymore although the burden of delivering the bad news had disappeared. William was being so sweet and understanding that Elizabeth was finding it hard to believe it was over. Maybe if she removed her hand from his and stopped looking into his eyes it would help make it more real. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul. Whoever coined the phrase surely had William in mind. Elizabeth could see his sincerity, his adoration, and his longing as the blue intensity started doing strange things to her thought processes and her body.


After William finished speaking, Elizabeth told him she was just as much to blame as him. It happened and luckily her husband didn't suspect anything. She told William she would miss him too and what they shared was very special to her. They both smiled, mutually releasing their hands to enjoy their hot chocolate. Elizabeth didn't have to leave right away since Rupert was working late so the ex-lovers sat and talked for a while.


William held the door open for Elizabeth and they walked a few feet from the coffee house. It was time for them to go their separate ways and William couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. Elizabeth suggested they share a cab ride home, but he told her he didn't think it was a good idea. She agreed, remembering what happened between them the last time they shared a cab. William told her he was going to walk home but held a cab for her. Elizabeth had no idea where William lived, assuming it was close by since he was willing to walk.


When the cab pulled up to the curb, Elizabeth was the first to speak telling him the obvious. This was goodbye. There was an awkward moment because neither of them could decide if they should shake hands or hug. Thinking a handshake was silly, Elizabeth opened her arms to hug him and William quickly embraced her. They held each other for several seconds, parting slowly. They looked into each other eyes and William kissed her. Elizabeth didn't push him away, feeling the softness of his lips pressed gently and sweetly to hers. The kiss was quite chaste for them but she could still feel the heat from it seeping into her body after they parted still staring into each other eyes. This time Elizabeth kissed him, trying to mirror the same kiss but found it impossible since her tongue seemed to have a mind of its own.


William didn't expect to get a cab so quickly, feeling his heart sink when it stopped in front of them. When Elizabeth opened her arms to say goodbye, it had finally hit him. He realized he didn't want it to be over but felt it was too late to tell her. Elizabeth seemed sure and she didn't give him any sign she wanted to continue. When he hugged her, he felt his desire rise in full force so he kissed her and was happy she didn't push him away and even happier when he parted his lips to receive her warm wet tongue.


*~~~~~~~~*


William's place was dark but they found their way to his bedroom. He and Elizabeth kissed and groped down the short hallway, whispering one last time, one last time against each other's mouths. They stood beside his bed, removing each other's clothes until they were both completely naked. Elizabeth broke their embrace, climbing onto the bed with her back to him. William followed, placing his hands on her hips kissing and caressing her lower back and ass with his tongue before pulling her against his hardness. He settled them back on his heels, continuing to indulge in the warmth and smoothness of her skin. His strong hands traveled from her hips to the curve of her waist and across her heaving belly, settling on her breasts. Both hands squeezed and pushed the soft full flesh together while he let the palms of his hands stimulate her erect nipples. Elizabeth gasped in pleasure, moving back and forth over his cock as it settled deeper into the crevice of her ass.


One of his hands abandoned her breasts, taking a sensual stroll down the center of her body to her pussy where it tugged on her soft brown curls. Elizabeth gasped louder from the tiny bit of pain that caused the pulse beating in her sex to intensify. She wanted more and William gave it. Stroking the lips of her quim until her clit left its hiding place. He teased the stiff flesh with his thumb moving up, around and down on it. He asked Elizabeth did she like it and she let a long drawn out yes that left her mouth gaped open followed by a throaty moan and a rush of wetness, flowing deep from within her.


The erotic sureness of William's touch had given her an instant and intense orgasm. She whispered out of desperation she wanted him inside her now. He told her to open her thighs wider and she complied slowly parting her thighs along with his. William's fingers pressed at her wet opening with a careful rotating motion before entering her pussy. Elizabeth arched her back, frantically reaching for the back of his head then his neck while her other hand tried to force his fingers to go deeper. She rocked her hips back and forth, fucking his fingers like they were his cock, letting out heated gasps and trying to speak at the same time. William could barely understand her but was able to determine her whispered words had something to do with him making her feel good. He smiled against her skin still working his fingers in and out of her, fondling both breasts expertly with one hand and continuing to worship her back with his lips and tongue.


Every part of Elizabeth's body was screaming the same message, caress me; caress me more. She could feel his need and desire on her skin through his kisses and hands. The same need and desire that made her push her monogamy to the side. She was going to miss his touch and the way he made her feel, voicing it to him clearly enough so he would know. William told her he knew, calling her pet while licking up the side of her neck before withdrawing his fingers wet with her juices. He placed them in his mouth, savoring her taste and catching a wild buzz.


William turned Elizabeth to face him, yanking her head back by her blonde hair to kiss her roughly on the mouth. Slowly they fell back onto the bed, settling into the missionary position. He pushed inside her causing Elizabeth to squirm and whimper with anticipation of his thrusts but William stilled, looking into her eyes. He told her he didn't want it to end and listened to her tell him it had to be this one last time while she spread wider and gripped his ass, pushing him further inside her.


Elizabeth hoped he believed her but how could he when she had trouble believing it herself especially with his hard cock swelling and pulsing inside her. She loved it when William cock teased her. The feeling was incredible, causing her heart to pump harder with desire and tempting her to admit to him she really didn't want it to be over as well. She couldn't help but move her hips and try to get him to work with her motion but William continued to tease.


Being buried in her comforting wetness, made it hard to fight the urge to thrust. William looked into Elizabeth's eyes and told her he could change her mind, giving her a long, deep soul-searching kiss while moving his hips really slow in circular motions. He could feel her quim clenching around him and her juices oiling his cock while his tongue tugged sweetly on hers before ending the kiss. He sighed her name, giving her a long lustful stare.


When his lips parted from hers, Elizabeth's mind shattered from the erotic thrills the kiss had created. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his blue ones, burning with sexual emotion. His want was unmistakable and so was hers as her body clenched in response from the heat and passion his mouth offered. That same heat and passion had swept from scalp to ankle, making her entire body feel like an erogenous zone. She broke the stare and smiled at him, pulling him to her for another kiss. The reunited lovers were weak for each other as their tongues met and stroked against the others. This kiss was much harder than before more intense, moving this way and that way.


Although it was January, they fucked liked it was a hot sweaty afternoon in August. They sighed and answered each other's moans like they were in agony, a hot pleasurable agony that made them want and not want release at the same time. William's bedroom was heavily perfumed with their mingled scents as their breathing became faster and faster. The insatiable lovers, bonded by their sweat, exhaled and inhaled in short quick gasps until they both came. William's orgasm left him weak and dazed while Elizabeth's orgasm produced tears, an uncontrollable shaking in her legs and a quivering bottom lip.


A/N: Sorry, it has taken me so long to update. Real life has been threatening my muse. It appears Elizabeth has gotten away with it or has she? I hope you continue to read to see what happens next. I'll try to update a lot sooner.





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