Soul Mates

This sex had become a drug for her, which if she hadn't been under its influence, she would have realized what she was doing and stopped. However, a few minutes later when Damon rotated her onto her side and then rolled her over so she was facing away from him and spooned her, reentering from behind, it took her breath away to experience the new sensations this position offered. She was even more addicted now.

And if that was not enough, he got up on his knees and again slid his magnificent cock into her from behind. She wondered how much better this could get. But she probably wouldn't find out because she started to feel the not-so-familiar tingling of an approaching orgasm. It built quickly, and before she knew it, her body was trembling, nerves quivering and muscles tightening as the most wonderful feeling she could ever remember knowing completely overtook her. Only vaguely aware of her surroundings, she had the presence of mind to bury her face in a pillow and scream her pleasure at the top of her lungs into it. And all the while, Damon was continuing to pump her, extending this magnificent orgasm.

As she gradually came down, she felt warmth on her hip and side. At first, she thought it was just part of the post-climatic experience. But when she felt it being moved around, she twisted her head to glance down and see beads of pearly white liquid oozing out of Damon's cock and him using his shaft to smear it around her hip and thigh. That caused her to shudder enjoyably.

Her head in a fog of pleasure, Paige merely closed her eyes to ride this ecstasy for as long as it lasted.

When she finally opened her eyes, the room was filled with a different kind of light, and she realized it was coming from outside. Then she heard air . . . no, breathing. Turning over quickly she found Damon sleeping beside her. He had no shirt on. Then she realized that she had nothing on. She automatically lifted the covers to verify that, not that she needed to.

And just that quickly, it all came back to her . . . the great sex . . . "Oh, my, god!" Paige sat up quickly, the reality that she had cheated on her fiancé instantly occurring to her. "Oh, my god!" What had made her do that? She'd never cheated on . . . a quick look around did not reveal any hastily discarded clothes. Then she remembered the Kegel balls, broken string, stuck, Damon fishing it out, one thing leading to another . . . "Oh, my god!"

That awakened Damon. He looked up and smiled.

"What have we done?"

"We had great—"

"I cheated on Jack!" Paige told him. "And you didn't stop me. How could you?"

"You started it," Damon calmly reminded her. "I thought you wanted it. And I'm not sorry I was too happy to oblige you. You were fantastic!"

"Oh, this is bad. So, bad." Paige quickly slid out of bed and ran into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

In the shower, Paige calmed down slightly, torn between how much she had enjoyed the sex and the fact that she had cheated. She quickly dried her hair and applied her make-up. She opened the bathroom door slightly, relieved to see that Damon had returned to his room. She quickly dressed. Looking out of the window, the snow was still falling, though seemingly not as heavy. An idea quickly occurred to her.

Peeking her head inside Damon's room, she said, "I'm going back to the airport. Sorry if I led you on last night."

"It's still closed."

"I want to be first in line when it re-opens."

* * *

The weather had picked up again almost as soon as she had arrived back at the airport and hundreds of stranded passengers had staked out seats and floor space to wait out the delays. As annoyed as Paige was with herself for giving into her carnal desires, at the same time, she couldn't shake the thought of how wonderful it had been. Damon was a completely different man than her fiancé, Jack, was; not better, just more laid back. It could be a desirable trait, but for her, she somehow doubted it. She was glad she had decided to get away from the man she had slept with by coming to the airport. Still, she could not stop thinking about him. And having to just sit around the airport with nothing to do as the snow storm raged on did not help.

The television monitors which periodically displayed weather information showed no signs of it letting up any time soon, and toward late afternoon, it was announced that the airport would remain closed and all flights were canceled at least until the morning. Some of the chatter Paige overheard from airport workers informed her that this was apparently was the worst storm they'd had in years.

She'd made several attempts to call Jack not only to update him, but hoping that the sound of his reassuring voice would help her forget her transgression. However, cellular service was spotty at best. She did finally get through after the cancellation announcement had been made, and instead of calming her, his aggravation over her situation, was more annoying than anything else. She was almost glad when the call was terminated due to poor service.

Frustrated, Paige decided to return to the hotel. That proved to be an even greater disappointment when she learned her room was no longer available. She needed a drink, so she headed to the lounge. And as luck would have it, there sitting at the bar was none other than Damon. He saw her enter and pulled out the barstool next to him. She glanced around for a table, and though there were a few available, she thought, what the hell, and joined him.

"Don't say anything," Paige warned Damon.

He merely grinned and nodded. "What can I get you?"

"Chardonnay."

"If it's any consolation, it was no less boring here all day."

"It's not. Except that now I've now lost my room."

"I'm sorry."

"I know. I should have listened to you." Paige shrugged. "Guess I'll have to head back to the airport. They've set out cots for people. Hopefully, they'll still have some left."

"You're more than welcome to share my room," Damon offered.

"Yeah, I'll bet you'd just love that after last night."

"Look, I really thought it was what you wanted," Damon reiterated. "I certainly was not trying to take advantage of you. But I won't say I'm sorry it happened."

"I know," Paige admitted. "I could have . . . should have stopped it."

"Can I ask why you didn't?"

With a heavy sigh, Paige said, "Okay, I'll admit it was really good."

Damon could have gloated, but he remained quiet and expressionless.

"It's okay. Say it."

"Say what?"

"Whatever you're thinking."

"Okay. On the plane you said Jack was your soul mate, are you still sure about that? Still sure you're ready to tie yourself down to one person?"

"Last night was a moment of weakness," Paige reasoned. "Sometimes you have to stumble and fall before you can move on. I love Jack. That's whom I'm going to be with. That's whom I'm going to marry."

"Okay. The room offer still stands. No strings attached. You can have the bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."

Paige bought Damon dinner as a gesture of thanks, and he let her ramble on about the life of a magazine writer, much of which he'd heard at dinner the night before. Surprisingly, she didn't mention her fiancé or anything related to her engagement or impending marriage. He would have thought that was all she would discuss as a way fortifying her resolve for her betrothal. The meal went on for nearly two hours, and Damon thought that maybe she was delaying as long as possible her return to his room.

"Have you met your new neighbors?" Paige asked as they entered his room and saw that the door was closed.

"They actually came and fixed it today," Damon reported. "So, no, I have no idea who they are."

"Hmmf. If they'd only done that last night," Paige remarked regretfully.

"Sometimes things happen for a reason."

She merely shot him a look. "You're going to sleep on that?" It was more a love seat than a sofa.

"I said I would."

"Now, I feel bad."

"There is an alternative."

"I'll sleep on the couch."

"Not the alternative I was thinking of, and no, you're not going to sleep on the couch. I will."

"Don't be silly. You're kind enough to let me stay here so I'll sleep on the couch."

"No, please."

"You're too big," Paige argued. "You can't sleep on this tiny sofa." She quickly dropped her purse and bag on the couch to claim it.

"Well, okay, but remember, there is an alternative."

Paige also insisted that he take the bathroom first because she generally took a while to get ready for bed. He did, and then it was her turn. She turned out the light in the bathroom before exiting so the brightness wouldn't disturb Damon. He seemed to already be asleep, so she did her best to be extra quiet. Curling up on the short sofa, she knew it would be an uncomfortable night, but the thought of an alternative night at the airport on a cot out in the open, or worse, a seat in a waiting area, and the small couch suddenly became quite agreeable.

Settling in to the gentle sound of Damon's steady breathing, Paige was instantly taken back to last night. Though it was wrong of her to have given in to her carnal desires, she couldn't help but think of the experience fondly. She was further comforted by the fact that the poor cellular service due to the storm had prevented her from having longer calls with Jack, and thus, had reduced the level of guilt she felt. What was even more disconcerting was that she continued to think about Damon, and particularly, the incredible sex they'd had.

Sleep evaded her for a while, and with it, the room became cooler, as though the treacherous chilling temperature outside had found ways to penetrate. Paige arose, stepped over to the thermostat and considered increasing the heat. However, Damon seemed to be sleeping soundly and comfortably all snug and covered, and since it was his room, she reconsidered any disruption.

On her return to her seemingly diminishing nest, she glimpsed the part of the bed that was unoccupied. Damon took up less than half, staying close to one edge, the rest looking warm and inviting. Was sharing it with her what he meant by an alternative? And did she dare? A good night's sleep would be divine. Was there really a risk? Maybe she could for just for a little while. If she heard him stir, she could always dart back to the tiny couch.

Not necessarily thinking clearly, Paige eased into the bed as quietly and with as little movement as possible. She made sure to stay as far to the edge as she could without falling out. That left miles of safe space between them. But then he suddenly turned over and she feared she had disturbed him. She froze, barely breathing, hoping not to be discovered. A minute later, a return of his steady breathing could be heard, so she exhaled her relief, but remained vigilant.

Still not able to find slumber a while later, Paige very gently turned over one-eighty. She'd been on her left side facing away from Damon, but she generally slept more comfortably on her right. She held her breath for several seconds until she was certain her rollover had gone unnoticed. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, and it always amazed her how light the darkness could be; how much illumination the numbers on a digital clock, the diode on the smoke detector and other similar items could brighten a dark hotel room.

Paige nearly gasped by what that twilight revealed. When Damon had turned over, the covers had fallen away from his upper body and his penis had wormed out of the slot in his boxers. Even flaccid it was sizable. She should have turned back over, but aside from not wanting to shake the bed, she found herself mesmerized by the sight.

The longer Paige stared at this instrument of pleasure, she gradually became desperate to touch it. But she was well aware that to do so would awaken him and lead to . . . palm up, she slid her hand slowly across the soft sheet until his cock rested in her hand. It was an odd moment, she knew. She risked softly dragging her thumb over the mushroom head. It pulsed and . . . grew very slightly. That made her breath catch and she gently wrapped her fingers around it, still not actually holding it, but definitely feeling its power.

It got bigger, and continued to grow until it was almost completely hard. She couldn't help but stroke it a couple of times. And that caused Damon to stir. He appeared to be reaching for his penis, so Paige turned over with as little movement as possible. However, she only got as far as her back and had not retreated her hand far enough from his cock. She pretended to be sleeping.

What Paige didn't know was that Damon was a very light sleeper. He'd felt her get in the bed, and her turning over further awakened him. He hadn't thought she'd be comfortable on the small sofa, so he wasn't surprised that she'd climbed into bed with him. He hadn't realized that when he turned over his penis had slipped out of his boxers. What he did find interesting was her touching it. He took that to mean she was interested in another romp like last night, so he was about to reach out for her when she turned onto her back.

Damon felt Paige was sending him mixed signals. She'd admonished herself for the sex they'd had last night, even calling it a moment of weakness. But now, here she was in his bed, touching him, and had rolled onto her back, her upper body uncovered and revealing a sheer nightshirt through which he could clearly see her breasts and pointed nipples. And it was gathered around her midriff exposing her abdomen.

He, too, could not forget last night's spectacular sex, and so, he took all of this as an invitation. Tenderly, he placed his palm on her abdomen. Gently, he moved it up toward her breast and came near to cupping it, but halted to gauge her reaction. There was no immediate response, so his fingertips touched the underside of her tit.

He felt her take a deeper than normal breath, and then, her fingers again made contact with his penis. He'd lost some of his erection, but gained it back quickly. Now, his palm completely covered her breast, caressing it. He couldn't recall how much he'd touched it last night, but tonight, it was soft and milky.

Once again, Paige could not help herself. Though she was committed to her engagement to Jack, this was just too good to pass up . . . again. They'd go their separate ways, and while she might relive last night and tonight—assuming it would be as good—for a while, eventually she'd forget it and get into her life with Jack. And even though there had been no evidence of it so far, maybe Jack would become as good as Damon.

When she firmly wrapped her hand around his now solid cock, Damon knew that she wanted him again. In palming her breast, his hand had raised her shirt up to expose it, so he left it like that and slowly slid his hand down her abdomen and over the elastic of her pajama pants. Softly, he rubbed her clit, and when she spread her legs slightly, he eased his middle finger inside her pussy. Her purring was barely audible, and strangely, she still pretended to be sleeping.

As he continued to play with her pussy, she had tilted her head back and he could make out a contented expression on her face. It made him wonder what kind of man Jack was in bed.

Just his hand between her legs felt wonderful and coupled with his massive cock in her hand, Paige was in never-never-land. She revised her earlier thinking about forgetting these nights and Damon after a while. She really wanted to remember them so she could train Jack how to take care of her.

As her breathing became heavier, Damon moved closer to her resting his head on her shoulder, his warm breath caressing her neck. His hand on her pussy felt divine; so much nicer than when she touched herself. His lips brushed her cheek, and he followed it up with tender kisses to her ear, jaw and neck. His lips were so soft against her skin, she wanted to feel them pressed to her own.

Paige turned her head slightly so their mouths could come together. It was so nice. She parted her lips a bit to engage tongues. She never would have thought that licking tongues could be so erotic. And all the while he was gently fucking her with his finger. How did he know how to do this so well?

The combination was so overpowering, Paige achieved a subtle orgasm. It wasn't one like last night that had nerves tingling and muscles tightening, but rather a warm pervasion of her being. Sweet sighs escaped her exhales of heaving breathing. She could have almost been content if it had ended here, but Damon hadn't come yet, and she was sure there was more for her—at least, she hoped there was.

There was a further thrill when she felt pre-cum ooze from the head of his cock, and knowing that getting her off was also stimulating for him. And that made her want to pleasure him. She lifted his shirt up and he assisted by removing it. Pushing him onto his back, she pulled his boxers down below his scrotum and took a moment to revel in the sight of his beautiful cock, so long and straight. She rested her head on his abdomen in such a way that she could have it in her mouth. She cupped his balls and made love to his penis with her lips. Oral sex had never been a high sexual priority for her, but there was just something about this one that she wanted to know. As a result, she had never become highly proficient at fellatio, but she'd researched it enough for articles and knew what to do. She used that knowledge now.

There was something incredibly sexy about the way Paige was sucking him, Damon thought. Her head lying on his stomach was a first for him, but beyond that her personality did not suggest that she would be one to give a blow job. And yet, she was very good at it. It was true, you can't tell a magazine by its cover.

He didn't want to come from oral sex, so after a couple more minutes, when Paige stopped to take a breath, Damon used the interlude to sit up and remove his boxers completely. He then pulled her pajama bottoms all the way off, spread her legs and returned the oral favor. She had a very delicate looking pussy, and that also made it delectable. It was the kind one wanted to taste, wanted to apply lips and tongue to. In his mind, there was such a thing as an ugly pussy, and he'd seen a couple and he'd been turned off by them. But not this was one. He didn't think he could ever get enough of this one, although he knew this was probably all he'd have of this one, so he was going to really enjoy it.

Damon jabbed his tongue in as far as it would go, which was not nearly as far as he wished it could go.

"Ooohhhh!" Paige moaned.

He licked the inner walls of her labium, and alternated taking swipes of her clitoris. He felt her place her hand on the back of his head as though to hold it in place. Why was eating pussy such a wonderful thing, he wondered. Aside from the intent of pleasuring a woman, what was it?

"Oh, that's so good," Paige mumbled.

But then he stopped, and she lifted herself up on elbows to see why. He had moved up and was now squatting between her legs with his dick in his hand aimed at her pussy, and she knew she couldn't wait for what came next.

Their eyes locked, and they stared at each other as though for one to give the other the go ahead. Paige automatically gave a single, barely perceptible nod. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she couldn't even hold her head up as she felt his rigid rod slowly slide all the way in. She opened her mouth, but no sound emerged. And then he bent down to press his lips to hers, the movement forcing his cock in to the hilt. It filled her completely, deliciously, extravagantly, magnificently.