Page 11 of Tangling Hearts

“You’re beautiful. Look!”

I raise my eyes and catch sight of our reflection. The way he’s looking at me gives me the gift of seeing myself differently. I see beauty glowing from his eyes into mine, peeling away the downward spiral of being a childless, single woman in her early forties. Through his gaze, I see vibrancy, sexuality… worth.

“Breathe, Bec.” He kisses my shoulder again, sending a sensual shiver drifting into my skin. His hands hypnotically massage my hips. “Come over here.” He leads me to the window and pushes open the white gauze curtains with one hand, slipping his other hand under my dress and into the back of my panties to slide them off, down my legs. I put my hands on the window frame, holding steady, my body aching to be touched by talented hands like his, excited by the exhibitionism he’s proposing, and nervous as hell about it at the same time. His fingers slip into me and he moans at how wet I am. “Well, look who’s ready,” he whispers into my ear, the heat of his breath making me gush. I move against his hand. He unzips his jeans, letting gravity take them down before he kicks them off. With me watching the night out the window, I hear him sliding a condom on and tossing the wrapper aside.

A couple approaches on the sidewalk outside the window, down below about twenty feet. I notice they’re not holding hands or even talking. Both of them have their phones in their hands. They look disconnected. Unhappy. They remind me of Jack, my ex-husband, and me. But I’m not where they are anymore. And my body opens more at this knowledge, feathery sensations billowing out, because I’m no longer in a sexless marriage. I’m free. The man walking below looks away from his phone and my breath catches as I think he just might see me.

“Tommy…I don’t know about this.”

“Let them look up.”

“I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” he says on a chuckle, his right arm reaching around and fingering me, his left hand gripped onto my hip. My body is betraying me, my hips moving of their own accord. He groans as he slowly pushes into my aching pussy. He’s throbbing. It’s wrenching any inhibitions I have away. Growing excited by being on display, I watch the street below, wondering if they’ll look up. This building is so beautiful; surely they’ll admire it and catch us in the window.

My legs bend with his, our bodies pounding together faster as I lose myself. I clutch the window frame as I moan, the sounds of us fucking, mingling together and turning me on even more. He’s grunting, and his fingers move faster in circles as I cry out. He slides in and out, astonishing me with the pleasure his rock-hard cock is giving my body, filling me up and making me beg him to keep going. I begin to laugh, deep and wicked. I know he’s smiling, too, from the groan he just gave. My eyes lock with the man’s on the street as he looks up at just the right moment, the woman he’s with, not noticing. He says nothing to her, and looks away, but his eyes sneak back to peek from the corners. I smile, arch my ass up and Tommy thrusts into me harder, knowing we’re being watched and loving it. I slam my hand flat against the frame and scream out, an orgasm ripping me in half. The stranger stares at me and just as his woman turns her head, I close the curtains and Tommy laughs and shoots into me with jerking, hammering, convulsions that make me want to go all over again. I love the sounds men make when they cum. He pushes up and strokes me one last slow time before he pulls out and kisses my neck.

“You just made his whole year,” Tommy chuckles as he heads for the bathroom.

My hands are still up on the window, and I’m looking over my shoulder at him with my dress askew, my eyes on his retreating bare ass.

You just made mine.“Let’s shower together,” I call over, dropping my hands to adjust the dress.

He glances to the side, not enough to really look at me. “Another time.”

I walk over to my wine glass and take a sip as I hear the shower turn on. The tannins in this Zin are a bit too dry to swig and I’m longing for some water, but fuck it. Who cares? I have a whole lifetime to drink water. A man more than a decade younger than me and hotter than the Arizona sun just fucked me in a window. I walk to the mirror to get a gander at what satisfaction looks like. The omnipotence I felt in my early twenties stares back at me, and I give myself a playful wink, whispering, “Welcome back. Where the hell have you been?”

But when Tommy comes back, he’s naked only from the waist down. He’s still got his shirt on, even though he just showered. That’s more than a little odd. The perpetual refusal to go all the way nude is beginning to nag at me.

“Something wrong?”

“What? Oh… no. Nothing is wrong. I’m just tired, I think. It’s been a long few days.”

A knock at the door pulls both our attention and instantly a muffled voice calls, “Firewood!”

Tommy’s deep voice rises to say, loud enough to be heard. “Leave it outside.”

We hear a thud, then, muffled through the thick door, “Okay. It’s here. Need matches?”

Tommy looks at me. I shake my head. “Nope. We’ve got it!” he bellows back.

“Kindling?”

Tommy rolls his eyes. “We’re fine!”

He stares at the door until footsteps fade away on the other side, and then he turns to me with an amused face. “Maybe that guy on the sidewalk told him there was a show in Room 10.”

“Mmmhmm. You’re staying over, right?”

Tommy’s eyes dance again, and he strolls over to me, cock swinging. “Is that what you want?”

“I do.”

“Then hell yes.” He searches my eyes, leans in and gives me a deep kiss, reaching up to stroke my breast. “Do you have any Advil in your suitcase?”

“I don’t. Sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’ll man up.” He smiles and goes to the door, peeking out first to see if the hallway is empty before bringing the firewood in, bare-assed. I laugh, watching him tiptoe like a goofball, acting silly and wiggling his butt in the air, before he closes the door with his foot. “I haven’t made a fire in years. I love this!”

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