Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... now. God, I’m so sorry, Beth," he murmurs against my robe. “Sssh, it’s okay. For what it’s worth, I’m sorry too,” I softly say, running my hands into his hair. “No, I should have been honest with you but…it was awful, I didn’t know what to do,” he whispers, looking up to see my face. My heart breaks at the distress in his eyes. “Why don’t I call for some food and we can talk about it?” I gently smile, lightly brushing my thumb over his cheekbones to sweep his tears off his smooth skin. Nodding, he releases me and I reach for the phone. *********************** We talk for hours over pizza and soda. He fondly reminisces about his nana and how he was looking forward to seeing her. He talks about how difficult it was to grieve for her when everything that happened revolved her passing. As we eat and talk, I can see the colour begin to return to his face and his body becomes more relaxed, like the weight of his grandmother's passing has been lifted from his shoulders. During dessert, he reveals that he stopped by my house the day after I left. He explained to Sarah what had happened and she told him where to find me. “Did she recommend the flowers?” I ask, eating the last of the ice cream from my bowl. “Yeah, she said that they were your favourite. The card was my idea,” he admits, blushing. “It was a nice idea,” I reply, smiling. He pauses and smiles for the first time tonight. “I have missed seeing you smile,” he sighs, his hand brushing over my cheek to tuck a loose strand ...

... of hair. I trap his hand against my shoulder and playfully nuzzle it, causing him to chuckle. “I have really missed you.” “I’ve missed you too,” I murmur, placing my bowl on the trolley. Sitting opposite each other, a tense silence falls in the room. I am willing him to kiss me but I can see the hesitation in his eyes. “So, would it be cool for me to stay?” he eventually asks, thankfully breaking the awkwardness. “Of course. Besides, it is almost 1am, I think the trains out of Boston stop at 12.30pm. If you are free, we can spend the day looking round the city tomorrow.” “Thank you, that sounds great,” he smiles. In an attempt to distract myself, I hop off the bed to wheel the trolley outside. “Do you want to take a shower or anything?” I ask as I move the cart to leave it by the wall outside. “No, it’s okay, I’m just going to crash,” he replies, removing his socks and moving to lie down on the bed. By the time I get back in and lock the door, Mark is dozing quietly on the bed. I decide to let him sleep and brush my teeth. Going into the bathroom and flicking on the light, I glance at myself in the mirror and am startled. My face is flushed pink, my eyes wide and I am feeling warmer than normal. It hits me. I am aroused. My heart is racing and my palms are sweating by the thought of Mark on my hotel bed. Releasing a quiet breath, I quickly brush my teeth and rinse my mouth out before spying the foil packets in the basket. Is it worth it? What if he doesn’t want me? But then ...