The Weekend Pt. 01

Regina stared out into the night from the balcony of her hotel suite. Her eyes were mesmerized by the ocean's dance as it swayed to the rhythmic tune sang by the wind. The pale reflection of the moon's glow shimmered on the waves as they played a game of tag with the shore. They would rush in and briefly touch the white sand before quickly retreating to the sea.

Behind her, she heard the bed moan for a moment, and then stop. She clamped her eyes shut, as if the gesture would make her invisible. "I shouldn't be here." She repeated to herself as heavy, bare footed steps approached her. Within a few seconds, she felt gentle hands lovingly rub each of her naked shoulders.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Brian asked as he laid a soft kiss on her collarbone. The touch of his lips sent a shiver down her back.

"Nothing." Regina lied effortlessly, never turning away from the serene scene before her.

She seemed to be doing an awful lot of that lately; lying. Lying to Brian, lying to her family, lying to the fucking busboy who brought their bags up. If she was honest, she'd even been lying to herself.

Honesty. The word seemed like it belonged in a museum; a relic of things that were once important. Things like honor and trustworthiness belonged in another century.

She shook those evil thoughts away. They had no place here. This was a vacation; a chance to get away from it all. She'd left all the hostility at the airport.

But, had she really? No matter how hard she tried, she was never rid of it. Lately, it clung to her like a small child needing to be fed. It's food of choice was the anger and resentment that she stored inside of her.

That child ate good.

Brian kissed along all the vulnerable spots on her neck. The prickly stubble from the tiny hairs on his jawline tickled as he did that.

Regina tilted her head to give him more access. He took the invitation and nibbled on her greedily. His hands slid down the smoothness of her arms, and then took a detour to her stomach.

They didn't stay there long, though. They lightly grazed the skin around her ribcage, and then proceeded to travel upwards. The stomach wasn't their destination; it was a convenient path to get where they really wanted to be: her breasts.

He cupped each breast in a hand and squeezed their softness as his kisses now found their way to her ears. Her eyes closed and her back arched, as if she were trying to push herself into him. Fingers teased her as they circled her nipples, which had extended. They begged to be pinched and twisted. When Brian finally did that, tiny goosebumps popped up on her arms.

He needed to see her face, so he spun her around and locked his arms around her waist. Their eyes met for a moment before Regina grabbed his head to cradle him into her neck. She did this for two reasons: to communicate to him that she wanted him to keep kissing there, and to avoid his stare. He looked at her so lovingly, and with so much desire. To be looked at like that by him made this too complicated. She didn't need complicated right now; his baser instincts would do just fine.

"God, you're fucking sexy!" he groaned as his hands slid down her back to cup her bare ass. Her eyes squeezed shut as she silently begged him to stop talking. She didn't want to see or hear him. She just needed to be fucked.

No, that's not right. There she went, lying to herself again. She didn't really need to be fucked. What she needed was escape; to feel better, even for just a moment.

His cock would hopefully serve that purpose.

"Fuck me, Brian." Regina whispered in his ear, making her private thoughts audible. Using the grip that he had on her ass, he hoisted her up. Her legs wrapped around his back and locked at the ankles.

He carried her to the king-sized bed to do as she commanded him to. Despite this being the third time that they'd had sex in the last 6 hours, he was hard and ready. This weekend had been a long time coming, and he planned to stick his cock in her as many times as she was willing.

The two of them breathed feverishly as they explored each other's mouths. When Brian felt his knees touch the mattress, he threw Regina down on the bed. She scooted backwards to give him room, then laid there with her legs splayed open. The neat patch of hair pointed to the lips of her womanhood, beckoning him to join her on the bed.

He didn't want to rush. There was no need to; they had all weekend. He'd already felt the soft, wet folds of her pussy wrapped around his cock twice today. Now, he wanted to taste her; to smell her; to make her come on his face.

As if kneeling to pray before her, he fell to his knees. His arms snaked under her thighs and grabbed them, giving him the leverage to pull her forward. The musky scent of her arousal met him, and he breathed it in. When he looked up, he found her sitting up on her elbows looking back at him, as if she were waiting to see what he was going to do next.

Instead of just going for it, he decided to tease her a little. His lips found the hot, smooth skin of her inner thighs. He kissed there again and again with soft pecks, inching closer and closer to her pussy. Just when the next move was direct contact, he switched legs and started again.

Just when she thought that he wasn't really going to do it, he opened his mouth and released his tongue to do its bidding.

Her surprised gasps made her throw her head back into the mattress. Wet sounds came from between her legs as he hungrily feasted on a meal that very few get to enjoy. Her fingers curled under her and clutched a handful of crumpled bed sheets.

"Oh God! I'm gonna come!" she said, not even a few minutes later as she felt it rapidly building inside of her. It had been a while since anyone's mouth had explored her like this. His tongue, that blessed tongue, worked on her continuously. Her legs started shaking and she felt her body losing control.

"Right there! Right there!" she chanted in a begging whisper as one of her hands rubbed his head. The other one pinched her nipple to drive her closer to orgasm.

In this moment, which was an alternate universe set apart from the misery of her reality, she was in love with this man. It was a fleeting feeling that would be gone in a few minutes, but right now, it was as real as if they'd been married 10 years.

Her orgasm exploded inside of her with the force of a lightning strike. She clamped her hand around the back of his head ground her pussy into his face as she yelled out. As it tried to subside, heavy breaths came from her mouth.

He didn't stop licking her though. Even as she was coming, he kept up his attack on her clit with expertly paced tongue flicks.

Extreme pleasure soon turned into torture. It felt so good; too good in fact. She couldn't handle it. Her body was unable to descend from the high because it was so sensitive to the touch that it felt like she was going to pass out if he kept eating her.

"Stop. Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop..." she pleaded with him as she tried to push him off and squirm from under him. He didn't release her though. He just gripped her thighs and held her there as he kept at it.

"Oh, God! Please!" she begged as she gave up trying to get away. He was too strong, and her body was too overcome to put up a fight. All she could do was scream out and ride the wave that crashed over her once again.

Satisfied that he'd given her enough, Brian crawled up on the bed and laid next to her. In turn, she rolled over with her back to him and grabbed his arm to wrap around her. Her mind was blank, so she didn't really think anything was amiss when she when she kissed the back of his hand and softly said, "I love you, Lee."

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"You called me Lee." Brian said the next morning as he was dressing. These were the first words he'd spoken since they woke up.

"What?"

He exhaled an annoyed sigh and said, "Last night, after you came. You said you loved me. Then you called me Lee."

Lee's name fell from his mouth with a sort of disgust. It wasn't lost on Regina, but she pretended she hadn't noticed it.

She'd just gotten out of the shower and was toweling her body dry. The shower that she took was refreshing, and much needed. After pretty much doing nothing but having sex all day yesterday, the warm water running over her felt like she was getting a massage.

Brian looked at her expectantly, waiting for her response. None came. She seemed content to let it sit unanswered.

"You aren't going to say anything?"

Regina blew out a breath as she threw her towel on the bed. "What do you want me to say?" she asked dryly. Without waiting for his answer, she sat next to it with her back to him.

She may have appeared unbothered, but her insides were churning. She liberally applied lotion to her legs and arms so that she could keep her hands busy. It also allowed her to keep eyes away from him so that he couldn't read what was happening in her head.

Brian watched her nonchalance and grew even more irritated. He scoffed sarcastically and said, "I don't know. I just thought that it was kinda rude for you to be yelling out some other man's name while you're coming all over my face."

"He's not just some other man. He's my husband."

Hearing the word husband come from her lips felt like an unexpected strike to the solar plexus. The way she said it so flippant and matter-of-factly told him that she expected him to always remember this fact. No matter how many times they had sex this weekend, she was going home at the end of it.

She belonged to the one whose name she proclaimed her love to last night, even if it was Brian's body that gave her the pleasure. He was always going to be number two.

"Yeah." He said acrimoniously. "Thanks for the reminder. I was wondering when we would get around to talking about him. You actually lasted a few hours, so I guess it was inevitable that he would be mentioned at the worst possible time."

Regina threw her hands up with exasperation and turned to look at him. "What do you want from me? Huh? You take me - a married woman - away on a vacation, and you spent the greater part of yesterday fucking me with no thought to my home life. Now you feel like you're owed some sort of apology because I made a mistake and reminded you that I have a husband?"

He looked at her snorted an unbelieving laugh. "Wow; that's rich. So now, I took you away. I dragged you away from your husband, kicking and screaming, and then forced you onto a plane. You had to endure the indignity being brought to this rather expensive hotel and being forcefed five-star room service. I had no idea that I was such a monster!"

Brian was visibly agitated, and Regina silently chastised herself. Bitch mode had been her default setting for a while now, and she didn't want to make things tense by letting her attitude run away with her. So, she relented a bit and did what she should have done in the first place.

"You're right. It was rude of me to do that to you, and I'm sorry. Lee...he's in my head. I can't just forget 10 years of marriage in one weekend. But..." She paused to get his attention. When she caught his eyes, she smiled warmly and finished, saying, "...I'm here because I want to be here. I came here to be with you."

His righteous indignation and insecurity melted with her apology. With a sigh from his chest and a smile on his lips, his demeanor softened.

"Okay." He said, nodding to indicate that he'd accepted her apology.

Regina also sighed, but she looked away. There was something different in her exhale. The words she said to console him did the opposite for her. It felt like a confession of sorts.

She chose to come here. She made the choice to leave her husband at home and fly out here to be with another man.

Her choice.

Suddenly, the repressed emotions of guilt that she'd been trying to ignore started to well up inside her. She blinked repeatedly to stop the tears and fought to control the volcano, but it was a pointless battle.

"Stop Gina! Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry..." she thought to herself, but it was too late. She suddenly burst out in tears and sobbed into her lap.

Why couldn't she just be some woman on a romantic getaway with a sexy man? This weekend was not about Lee; it was about her. Why did she have to spend every waking moment consumed by him and his shit? Even with 300 miles separating them, she still couldn't escape his orbit. She literally fucked herself raw yesterday, and all she could do today was sit here and think about him.

Brian was caught off guard and a little confused by the abrupt emotional shift. What just happened? They just had a mini moment, and next thing he knew she was reduced sobbing uncontrollably.

Deep down, he knew why she was crying, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself. No matter what he did or said, she was going to carry the burden of guilt all weekend. Her choice to be here with him came with a very expensive emotional price tag. The last thing she needed was some needy guy getting huffy because she's a married woman who can't forget her husband.

But, he couldn't help it. Over the last year, they'd gotten close. She got under skin, which was a surprise to him. He adamantly kept people, women especially, at arm's length. Somehow, she burrowed past his defensive walls and into a place she wasn't supposed to be.

When he was hired as a nurse at the hospital, she was his preceptor. During the Orientation period, which took up three months, the two worked side by side. She showed him everything he needed to know, and he even taught her a thing or two from his experience.

Naturally, they talked. They talked a lot.

Attraction was there from the beginning for the both of them. What drew Regina in wasn't the usual thing. Brian was tall, handsome, had a great body and a lot of charisma, but there was something else to him; something unexplainable.

Before he got out of the navy, he was a Corpsman. The bulk of his enlistment was spent with the marines as a field medic. During the war on terror, he was right there in the sand box with them.

The war showed him a lot. A lot of death. A lot of pain. Very few people comprehend the volatile nature of mortality. Sure, we all know that death is inevitable, but this concept gets watered down. We need it to be. Without the dilution, we would never have the courage to get out of bed in the morning. No one wants to really think about what it is to be mortal; to fully understand the frightening reality that the only thing separating life from death is a split second of misfortune.

Behind Brian's charming smile and playful eyes, there was a hint of sadness that could only come from such a realization. It's a lonely burden to deal with. He wasn't one to show emotions, and honestly no one really cared to see them. Guys like him had no problem being popular. Loneliness shouldn't be a word that he was even allowed to say. That was reserved for unattractive guys with no social skills.

But if one cared to look close enough, past the facade of everyone's expectations, they would find a familiar yearning that lurks in all of us; a desire to be understood.

Regina saw this in him. It pulled her in closer to him; closer than she initially admitted she was. She was married after all, and he had quite the reputation in the nurse's lounge. Despite where she now found herself, she loved Lee at one time and would never even dream of straying. Their marriage was strong and meant to last forever. Everyone said so.

But, beneath all that, something was missing; something massive. She didn't even realize it was missing until she was forced to look at the huge, gaping hole. When she finally acknowledged it, she wondered how she ever missed it in the first place.

Looking at Regina's body shaking with sobs cut Brian. He silently walked over to the side of the bed that she was sitting on. He didn't sit next to her; instead, he pulled her up to her feet and wrapped his arms around her.

His shirt became wet as she rested her head on his chest. She stood limply in his arms and leaned on him, like she didn't have the energy to stand on her own.

"Shhhh." He shushed as he kissed the top of her head. This weekend was not supposed to go like this. When she agreed to take off work and come here with him, he imagined making her husband a distant memory.

At least, he hoped.

The entire time they worked together, she was an unattainable desire. She was happily married, therefore out of his reach. He had a sixth sense of knowing which women were vulnerable and which weren't up for grabs. With Regina, all he could dare to do was harbor secret envy for the lucky man that found her first.

But things changed, and they did so suddenly and unexpectedly. One Friday, she went home a happily married woman. By Monday, she was a highly emotional train wreck who could barely perform her job.

Brian was there for her though. He covered her mistakes with the patients when she absentmindedly violated some policy. He lied for her when she was off somewhere crying. But more than any of that, he listened to her when she ranted. It was the same rants, over and over. Yet, every time she told them, he acted like it was the first time.

There was a time in his life when he only pursued married women. He liked the challenge and the thrill of taking something that belonged to another man. But, he soon realized the destruction that can come from that. When you take something from a man that he would give his life for, you now have a man with nothing to lose.

Such a man is dangerous. Brian still had a slight limp as a reminder of how dangerous such a man can be. After being shot at and dodging explosions, a small man with a baseball bat brought him closer to death than he'd ever been.

"I'm sorry, Brian." Regina said as she finally wrapped her arms around his waist. "I'm ruining this for you."

He snickered and lifted her head so that she was looking at him. "For me? You kidding? No matter what, I'm standing here holding a sexy, naked woman. Trust me, I'm good."

She laughed a teary laugh as she lightly pushed him. "Can't you think of anything else besides getting into my pants?"

He pretended to think about it for a second before smiling and saying, "Nope. Nothing else.

She shook her head with fake exasperation. "Well, you're gonna have to. I'm pretty sore down there from your rather large cock, so I need a rest from sex; at least for today. You're just gonna have to take me out on the town and show me your moves outside the bedroom."

He paused for dramatic effect before saying, "I'm sorry, I missed all that. I tuned out after you said I have a humongous cock."

"I said rather large."

"Whatever. Tomato, tomahto."

She giggled. "You're such an a..."

That's all she got out before he cut her off. His lips found hers and kissed her passionately. She was surprised at first, but quickly got into it, stretching herself out on her tippy toes and pulling his head down to her. When they finally separated, the two stood there and looked into each other's eyes.

"Thank you." she whispered as she stroked his cheek. He responded with a simple nod.

The rest of the day was less drama filled. The couple left those sad people back in the hotel room, and they went out to have fun. There was food, wine, dancing, and even a haunted house. They didn't return until the sun had long ago set.

The final day of their getaway was pretty much like the day before. To everyone around them, they were a normal couple. When they got their portrait done by some street artist, he commented on how happy they looked together, and he wished them a long relationship. To Brian's surprise, she didn't correct him. She just smiled and thanked him.