The Art of Love

This Time

She felt a heaviness she hadn't experienced in quite sometime. It wasn't a bad feeling but it was overwhelming. She shifted slowly and realized that it had been a mistake to move at all. The room seemed to spin and she felt the tell tale signs of a hangover coming on strong. She held onto the mattress with all her strength as if though it might go down some huge drain in the whirlpool that had somehow ensnared her. She held her breath and willed the feeling to subside. A few moments later she opened her eyes knowing full well that her lack of sight hadn't changed and that her world of greys and streaks of light were not going to help her current situation. She groaned and then nearly shrieked as her body moved up against a hard immovable object that was located in the bed with her and seemed to be sprawled across it giving her no room to move. She felt her skin react as the goosebumps on her arms came to life. She felt behind her then and her hands landed on the hard contours of a muscled arm. She knew instantly that Leo was there with her but what she couldn't fathom is how and why. She moved her head around and the world tipped over as she moaned in pain. That same arm moved up and around her and soon she was being pulled against a warm, soft yet hard surface and held protectively while the man whose body had folded around her snored softly. The shock of the feel of him, the length of him and the heat emanating from his body momentarily took over and all other feelings were shoved aside except for one. If she named it aloud she felt that this moment would cease to exist so she inhaled quietly and resisted the urge to move. She concentrated on his breathing and wondered how in the world they had ended up in bed together. As if on cue a strong muscled leg shifted behind her and forced itself between her own. Not only was he completely encasing her with his body but he was invading every inch of hers as well. The feeling was more than she could handle but the need to have this moment was so overpowering she kept silent willing the time to stretch out while she figured out her own heart. It struck her then that she could feel the soft hair on his legs against her own and a feeling of heat spread across her. If she could see she would have a flushed faced verging on that of a tomato. She moved her hand down across the parts of her body she had access to and felt for her clothing and stifled a slow moan at not finding anything to grasp on to. "Impossible! If something had happened between you two I would have known about it. Did you feel those muscles and that ripped six pack? How about....?" Sanem groaned aloud and this time the male form next to her did move but it was only to pull her flush against him and it sent her body into an overload of sensations and memories and angst. "Did you feel that...don't tell me that you didn't because THAT would be hard to miss and ...." Sanem groaned inwardly this time at her alter egos observations. Being blind didn't prevent her from using her other senses and they told her plenty. Her mind raced back to the times when she had first met Can. When they had been in Capadoccia and how they had fallen in love. Laying here in another man's arms caused her grief but it also awoke in her the realization that she wanted those sensations again. The problem was that she had only wanted them with Can and to admit that she felt something now with Leo was somehow wrong and disloyal. She still loved Can but he was never coming back. She had been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed the change in the man's breathing nor the difference in the hardness and length of his erection that pushed against her back side. However, when she finally did; the man seemed to leap from the bed in his hurry to separate himself from her. He moved so quickly that his legs tangled in the sheets and soon his body hit the floor with a thud and a loud guffaw. She wasn't sure if she should laugh or be angry at his haste to remove himself from her side. Either way he was out and she was left with thoughts and emotions and a headache from hell.

They had drank three bottles throughout the night as they listened to music and talked, with the avatar of course; of random things. Every time she queried about his childhood and current life he stalled or evaded and filled her wine glass. He only wanted to be near her but it was becoming readily dangerous. He knew he was being unfair to her but he needed her to see the specialist once more. Then and only then would he finally confess and let the chips fall where they may. Even if she hated him forever, if there was the slightest chance that her sight might be restored completely or partially he would see it through. Now however he could see that as Leo she was displaying feelings for him. Wether she understood them herself he wasn't sure. On some level his ego was inflated because he had managed to get her to fall for him even masquerading as another. It proved that they were meant for each other. However he could also see she was distressed and it made him feel low and disloyal. He loved her so much that risking an unknown future with her was worth it if he could steal these moments of happiness and bliss. She lay her head against his chest as they slow danced. Her slip of a dress was black and held by the thinnest of spaghetti straps. He knew she wore no bra beneath it because he could feel her hardened nipples as she pressed into him. The feeling was euphoric and he reveled in it all the while trying to control his manhood from seeking its own objective. It had been so long since he had been with her and even though she thought he was another it didn't matter as long as her body knew it was him and she belonged to him. They danced for a bit longer and then sat down on the sofa. She reached for her glass but he anticipated her and told her she had plenty and would end up with a severe headache tomorrow if she didn't stop now. Somehow it ignited the spitfire that she was and she demanded to be given the bottle. She asked him if he was afraid that a little girl like herself could out drink him. The thought was hilarious but he joined in the fun and soon he had poured out two more glasses and then three and somewhere along the way she spilled it on them both. She laughed and he shook with the repressed laughter he couldn't share. She asked for another dance and moments after holding her close he felt her body slouch against him and he knew his wife had lost the bet. He lifted her into his arms but had to steady himself as he too had drank far more than he intended. Once he got his legs to follow his commands he turned and walked them into his suite. He wasn't going to risk having them both tumble down the stairs in a heap. He made it to the bed and laid her down gently. He then moved to the bathroom and soaked a washcloth to get some of the sticky wine off his arms and then stripped his shirt off and jeans. He walked to where she lay with the wash cloth in hand and stopped dead. Somehow she had removed her dress and was laying in just her black sheer panties. She looked like a goddess, a vixen from some French movie where everything is artistic and ultra chic, the wet towel hitting his foot woke him up. She lay with her torso slightly twisted and one arm up above her head and resting atop her hair that spilled over the sheets while the other rested between her exposed breasts. Her legs were touching at the knees but the image she presented was nothing short of sexual and his body reacted instantly. He walked to her slowly and stared down at her and almost felt like a voyeur but no, this was his wife and he had every right to look upon her. "The problem here Divit is that she thinks you're dead. She also thinks you're Leo and if you get caught there will be hell to pay. She could even come to believe that you are some kind of pervert. Which by the looks of your dick, you kind of are". He closed his eyes and shook the thought away. No...this was a guilty pleasure he wouldn't give up. He sat gingerly on the edge of the bed and softly used the cloth to clean at her collarbones and then lower across her chest where the wine had dropped down all the way to her belly. She breathed out a soft sigh as the cloth hit her warm skin. He watched as her nipples grew hard as the cloth stroked across her chest and he became slightly lightheaded at the vision she was. If he wasn't careful just watching her would make him come in his boxers. He was so hard it was painful. He stood and moved in order to stand up but she suddenly turned toward him and reached for him. "Leo? Are you there. Don't go. I still want to dance". Her hands were outstretched toward him. He couldn't resist her. She was drunk, naked and begging him to remain. He did the only thing he could do, he climbed into bed with her and pulled her close. He might be damned in the morning but for now he was in heaven.