Finding It - Sex Stories

Finding It

... Beth." “You can have anyone, I don’t understand,” I murmur. “I dated loads of women in Hong Kong to get my mind off you; they were stunning, loaded or successful-" “God, stop!” I tearfully whisper, but Mark pulls me in closer. “But none of them smiled for me. Whenever they smiled, it was for everyone else in the room. Their smiles were never mine." Unable to contain my emotions, I cannot stop the tears spilling out of my eyes, blinking them away to stop them pooling. His thumb softly catches one, sweeping across my cheek before running across my quivering lip. “What do you want?” I finally ask, bravely opening my eyes to look at his wide-eyed expression. “For a long time, I wanted someone to smile like you did. But everyone else paled in comparison. That’s when I realised that I only want to see your smile. That’s when I realised how much I love you." I shakily breathe, biting my lip to control my sobs. Mark’s eyes gaze over my tear-streaked face, before running the backs of his fingers across my cheek. He straightens and steps slightly back, giving me a little more room to breathe. He holds my face in his hands but I keep my eyes down. I cannot look at him. “I’m going to ask you a couple of things and if you say no again, I promise you can leave and you'll never hear from me again,” he says. “Go ahead,” I murmur. “Have you thought of me while we've been apart?” he quietly asks. I nod gently. “Do you miss me?” he asks, moving closer to me. Moistening my chapped lips, my ...

... voice comes out as a hoarse whisper. “Yes.” By now, we are so close that I can feel the heat radiating from him. He smells like body wash and that clean, sharp cologne that never fails to intoxicates me. “Do you…Beth, do you still love me?” he whispers. A sharp breath escapes me as I look up to his face. His eyes are now closed, yet I can see him silently begging. Don't say no, don't say no. "Why are you crying?" I ask, running a fingertip to gently wipe a tear away. "Because I am scared of what will become of me if you walk out of that door," he whispers. "Open your eyes, Mark," I gently ask, softly caressing his wrists. He does so and I meet his darkened gaze. The hope and anxiety etched in his face emboldens me, knowing that I cannot deny what has been in my heart for all these years. “Of course I still love you. Being with you is the happiest I’ve ever been.” His expression changes slightly to become warmer, more affectionate. His anxiety all but disappears but I can see the uncertainty in his eyes. But my insecurities cause me to deny what is in my heart. “But we cannot be together." His smile fades instantly. “Why not?" “I have to put my family first. They need me and we’re in two different countries. Two different worlds - I don’t belong in yours. Not anymore." “Beth, don’t do this-“ he starts, desperately, but I shake my head. “ No, ” I whisper and with that tiny word, my heart breaks. I will myself to look at Mark and it kills me to see the devastation on his face. ...