Finding It - Sex Stories

Finding It

... speed walk towards the door. “Beth, please don’t go!” his anguished voice echoes in my ears. Ignoring him, I hastily turn the handle to open the door. “No!” he firmly says, reaching me quick enough to push the door closed. “Let me go, Mark,” I murmur, my hand trying to pull the door. I need to leave, if only to avoid him seeing me start to cry. “No…no, I beg you; please stay with me,” he whispers, keeping the door fully closed while caging me with his arm. If only I was a little stronger. “Why should I?" “Because if you walk out this door, you’ll walk out of my life forever and I can't let that happen." “You never called or emailed me, I’m no longer in your life,” I retort, my hand tightening around the handle. “Then just give me a chance to make that right!” he quickly says, catching my hand and pressing it on my stomach, so he pulls me against him. I breathe in a sharp breath from the feel of his strong body. So warm and comforting, my anger and hesitation is the only thing stopping me from my knees giving way. “Please, Beth." I can feel his deep breaths by my ear and the slight bulge by my back. He smells so good, my mouth begins to water. Biting my lip to stop it trembling, I solemnly drop my shoes by the door. “Baby, turn around, please. I need to look at you,” he pleads, brushing his nose by my hair. Closing my eyes, I slowly do so. I feel his fingers across my cheek but I am so angry that I flinch away. "God, I'm sorry. Please open your eyes," he asks, but I don't. ...

... “No, I can't,” I whisper, shaking my head. I hear a small groan as he tenderly cups my face, causing me to gasp. “I miss you so damn much,” he breathes, stepping closer to me so my back is pressed against the door. I can tell he is upset, close to tears, and the tone of his voice saddens me. "I didn’t even expect to see you at the reunion and I was about to leave when I saw you on the balcony. You were just standing there, the wind blowing your hair, looking out to the marina…it looked like you were waiting for me, like I was given a second chance. Being with you again just proves to me that you are irreplaceable.” “Why are you saying these things?" I whisper, trying to get him to move his hands from my face but he doesn’t. "You know why." "No, Mark. I really don't," I tearfully say. I need to hear why, if only to reassure my dwelling insecurities. My breathing becomes shaky as I feel his lips press against my forehead. "It’s because I am still hopelessly in love with you." My heart stops. He actually said it. Surely that can’t be right - it sounds wrong. I don’t want him to say those words while he is forcing me to stay. "Mark, no…” I weep, shaking my head. "It's true. I am still in love with you, Beth. It's always been you,” he whispers, resting his forehead on mine while cupping the back of my head to keep me close. "I went away so I could get a career and make something of myself. I wanted to build up a life for me...for us. But it's meaningless without you. I need you, ...