Interludes

I awaken in the middle of the night, feeling chilly: Marian is not beside me in bed. I sit up and look around the room…

Wearing his sweat pants and nothing else, he’s standing at the window of my hotel room, staring outside at the darkness. He’s bathed in moonlight, and for a moment I just take in his form. I can see his muscular arms and back: and I can also see the scratch marks that I’ve left on his skin… as I gaze at him, I begin to register that my hotel room is still cold… “Marian?”

Pivoting, he regards me. “I’m sorry, beauty: I didn’t mean to wake you”

“You must be freezing” I reply. “Is everything okay?”

He nods slowly. “I was just thinking”

“It’s the middle of the night, honey”

Marian gives me a sheepish smile. “Sometimes things come to me at night”

I’m still concerned that something is amiss, but I react out of instinct, reaching out to him with my arms. “Come back to bed and get warm”

He returns to the side of the bed and takes off his sweat pants before climbing back into bed with me.

Oh my goodness, but his upper body and feet are so cold that I jump when he comes into contact with me. Still, I hold on to him, hoping to warm him back up. “What were you thinking about?” I query, trying to make conversation.

He shrugs as if to say nothing much… and then he tells me. “I was thinking that I should have waited for you”

I’m confused by his words. “What do you mean?” I ask, rubbing his chest with my left hand.

“I should have waited to get married…” Marian explains, pulling the comforter tight around us.

Strange that he says it as if it’s nothing much: I usually try to avoid talking about his wife because I figure it’s really none of my business, and it makes me uncomfortable. I can tell that he needs to get this off of his chest, though, so I don’t try to stop him from speaking his mind. Instead, I hold him close and press kisses to his collarbone.“Marian…”

“It’s odd” he continues, stroking my back as he muses. “I thought I was in love with her… I do care about her, but… being with you is different. Being with you is real”

I can relate to what he’s saying: I’ve cared for others, even thought that I was in love with them at the time that we were together… but what I feel for Marian is so much stronger than what I’ve felt in the past. “I guess we just connect on a deeper level” I agree, brushing my nose over his skin.

“Is it wrong for me to wish we were married instead?” he queries, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“I don’t think so” I answer honestly. “But what’s more important is that you don’t need a piece of paper and a ring to make me yours… I belong to you, Marian, because I love you… and I’ll always belong to you no matter what”

He sighs in relief at my words and pulls back a bit so that he can kiss me.

I match my tongue to his, rubbing the back of his neck… his hands are all over me now. I know that he wants and needs more intimacy, but I don’t want him to wear himself out the night before a game. Gently, I roll him onto his back, keeping our mouths sealed together. I trail my right hand down the middle of his chest to his abdomen and lower…

“Beauty… what are you up to?”

“You need to rest” I reply, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips. “Just lie back and let me take care of you”

“But baby…”

“Do you trust me?” I inquire.

Marian settles down at my question, giving me a smile. “Of course”

We embrace again as my right hand finds his cock: I’m not the least bit surprised that he’s hard. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I brush my thumb over his cockhead and smear the precome that I find there over him. Funny, in all of the time that we’ve been together, I’ve never taken him to completion with a handjob, but that’s what I intend to do now… I gently squeeze him until he’s unbearably hard, wanting him to feel my every ministration. He groans into our kiss and shifts his hips.

“Beauty… are you going to jerk me off?” Marian asks anxiously, wrapping his left arm around my shoulders.

“Would you like that?” I tease, stroking him slowly from base to tip.

“Oh, yes” he answers, kissing my forehead. “I’d like that very much…”

I can’t help but to grin. “How long has it been since you’ve gotten a handjob?”

“Long, long time since I’ve gotten a good one”

The tip of his dick is wet again as I brush my thumb over it… I slide my thumb down to the sensitive spot just under the head and massage it: Marian’s breathing picks up with his pleasure.

“Oh my god” he breathes, lifting his hips. “That’s so good, baby”

“Mmm” I reply, feeling his pulse in his shaft. I begin to move my hand up and down his length with a gentle gait, just wanting to build up his bliss. I have another trick up my sleeve, though…

Marian releases a heartfelt moan as I cup his balls with my left hand and caress them as I stroke his cock. “Baby… god, yes…” he hisses.

It’s incredibly fulfilling to know that I’m pleasing him: I just want to make him feel as good as I possibly can.

He’s starting to gasp now, and he can’t help but to thrust up into my hand.

“What is it, honey?” I inquire, licking his chest. “Tell me what you need…”

“God damn” Marian swears, obviously finding it hard to speak. “Harder, beauty… harder and faster… force it out of me…”

Shit, but his words turn me on. I obey without hesitation, working my right hand over his shaft with greater speed and force. I slide down under the covers so that I’m over his cock, wanting to have his come to myself when he orgasms. I jerk him over and over and listen to his moans and groans…

He starts to thrust his hips upward raggedly and I know that he’s going to come: I lick my lips in anticipation and then open my mouth.

Marian comes with a loud shout: I capture his hot and salty fluid on my tongue and moan with my own satisfaction at his orgasm. I don’t let up… I keep going until he’s shivering with sensitivity, and even then, after I’ve swallowed his come, I press tender kisses to his shaft…

By the time that I climb back up to face him, he’s fighting for air, but he’s quick to pull me into his arms and kiss me happily.

“Oh, beauty…” he muses, stroking his fingertips over my jaw. “You’re so good to me… thank you”

I smile and tuck my head under his chin, pressing my body to his. “You don’t have to thank me” I answer, kissing his chest.

He draws his left hand down my back and then squeezes me close with his arm. “I can’t help it: I appreciate you so much”

There’s an emotional tinge to his voice that strikes at my very core. I pull back and look into his eyes: in them I can see that something is bothering him and he’s close to tears. “Marian” I whisper, touching his jaw, “What’s wrong?”

He takes his gaze from mine and stares at the base of my throat, grinning sadly. “It’s hard to explain… I just… haven’t been around a woman who truly cares about my needs without wanting something in return in a long time… Actually, other than my mother, there hasn’t been anyone else besides you”

The sadness in his voice nearly makes me cry, but I force myself to keep it together. I stroke his jaw and press a tender kiss to his forehead in an attempt to soothe him: he reacts by wrapping his arms around me and hugging me tightly. “Baby” I try, wishing that I could ease his emotional discomfort. “I’m right here and I’m not going any where”

“And that’s why I love you so goddamn much” Marian retorts, moving back and smiling at me. “You’re a good woman and I’m lucky to have you”

“I’m pretty fucking lucky, too” I answer. “Oh, honey… I don’t want to be a nag, but it’s awfully late and you need your rest”

He nods in agreement and takes me into his arms, placing his chin on the top of my head. “You’re right…”

“Promise that you’ll stay in bed and get some sleep?” I query, playing the part of mother hen.

“I promise… Love you”

I close my eyes in bliss and cuddle against him. “I love you, too… good night”

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