Moonlight (a Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series - Part 1) by Lisa Sumil, T.M. Williams

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Moonlight
    Part #1
     
     
    A Melanie King Affair 4 Part Mini-Series
     
    By, Lisa Sumil
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Copyright: Lisa Sumil 2013
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Based on Actual Events
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    1
     
     
    I was acutely aware of everything around me. The cool touch of the Formica against my forearm, the cheap plastic-coated apron our server wore, the ceramic tile floor underneath my feet, and the sticky feel of the cheap red booths in the retro diner that screamed tacky nostalgia. Warren watched me, his arm draped over the top of the booth back, gently resting against my shoulder as his thumb made mindless circles against my bare skin. His other hand rested on my thigh, just under the hem of my rusty-orange summer dress, hiking it up dangerously. My senses were on high alert.
    He watched my eyes as I felt them water, my heart drumming strong under his gaze. I could feel the rise and fall of my chest press against my dress as we maintained eye contact. He just watched me curiously, waiting patiently.
    “ This is n’ t just an affair anymore , ” I finally said.
    I saw his face soften. He already knew. He took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh. When did he realize this? I kept wondering and he kept watching.
    His hand left my thigh and drove inside me, his fingers deep, exploring. I gasped desperately, taking a shaky breath. My god we had become addicted to each other. My body tensed and I bit my lip, struggling to maintain composure so the rest of the diners could remain oblivious. The more he explored, the less I cared. My head fell into the nook of his neck as my breath quickened. I knew he delighted in making me feel helpless and I loved that he enjoyed it.
    He lifted my chin with his other, not-busy, hand and made me look at him again, keeping eye contact while he messed with my senses and continued to pleasure me.
    “ I t’ s not just an affair anymore , ” he agreed.
     
    I opened my legs a little more, giving him free access and his eyes grew darker, hungrier. Every touch, every breathless orgasm he gave me was a battle, a war raging on in my mind of right and wrong. My heart, my mind, every fiber of me knew what I was doing was wrong on every level and yet I could n’ t stop. My drug. Warren was my oh-so-amazing drug that I could n’ t get enough of. It took everything not to climb on top of him in that diner so he could take me right there and that drove me mad in the finest way. 
    “ Can I get you guys anything else ? ”
    The servers voice shocked me. I did n’ t turn back to look at her. My back faced her as I was turned in the booth facing Warren. His eyes never left mine and his eyes only grew hungrier. I wondered if one of us was going to answer. I did n’ t trust myself.
    “ Tha t’ ll be all , ” he said as he continued to watch me.
    He tickled that spot on the inside of me that he had grown to know so well. A spot my husband never found.
    “ We can stay here as long as you want , ” he said again to me, his voice gravely - and he tickled that spot again. He knew I would n’ t, could n’ t answer.
    Finally, mercifully, he slowed and said we could go. Before we left the booth he licked his wet fingers while watching me, only heating me up all over again.
    Not just an affair anymore
    The words played in my mind over and over as we walked towards our cars in back of the diner off 87. He walked behind me and I could practically feel his eyes grazing over my body. If it was n’ t just an affair anymore and he had realized that already, why had n’ t he stopped it?
    The sun had just disappeared behind the trees, cooling the air considerably and casting the sky in a swirl of plum and orange - Warre