Chapter 2: The call
The hotel room door closed with a decisive thud, Nathan and Amanda's bodies pressing into one another with mounting anticipation, hands feverishly exploring. The lush room enveloped them, velvet drapes framing plush regality, the opulence of the space heightening the fervor of their shared lust. Nathan's fingers lingered on the curve of Amanda's waist, her breath hitching as his lips trailed down her neck, her heart racing beneath her ribcage as her body thrilled at each graze of his lips.
"Fuck, Nathan. We shouldn't do this," Amanda moaned, but her protest was half-hearted, her desperation to be touched outweighing the quiet voice of reason.
The forbidden intensity that surrounded them drove them even closer to the precipice, their connection threatening to obliterate every whisper of rationality. His mouth found the hollow of her throat, claiming her as his own, and she shuddered at the devouring kiss.
Their clothing fell away like vapor, desire igniting the already-risen temperature in the sumptuous room.
Nathan's lips never left Amanda's skin, searing each new patch of flesh with a maddening slowness that threw her senses into a bewildered hurricane of sensation. Amanda couldn't help but let out a needy whimper as his mouth descended to her breasts, teasing and nipping at her hardened nipples. She dove her fingers into his chocolate waves, tugging and pulling him closer with a ferocity that sent electric shocks to his core.
Nathan's lips never left Amanda's skin, searing each new patch of flesh with a maddening slowness that threw her senses into a bewildered hurricane of sensation. Amanda couldn't help but let out a needy whimper as his mouth descended to her breasts, teasing and nipping at her hardened nipples. She dove her fingers into his chocolate waves, tugging and pulling him closer with a ferocity that sent electric shocks to his core.
Her head lolled back as Nathan lavished attention on her breasts, paying homage to their fullness before kneeling at the altar of her body.
With a carnal glint in his eyes, Nathan looked up at her, each sweep of his gaze feeling like a caress across her damp skin.
He steadied himself, hands gripping her thighs in anticipation. Breathlessly, Amanda looked down, caught in the labyrinth of the connection and the promise that hovered between them.
Her own hands danced down her trembling belly, diving between her thighs, her body shuddering as her fingers found the aching heat. Nathan's eyes darkened as he keenly observed the self-exploration underway. Slowly, deliberately, Amanda parted her glistening folds, allowing him a glimpse of the vulnerability and yearning on display.
An animalistic growl ripped from Nathan's throat, the fire in that sound nearly singeing her skin. He dived in, hunger and need finally overtaking him.
Nathan wasted no time, his tongue plunging between her slickened folds, seeking out the sensitive nub of her pleasure. Amanda cried out as his massaging tongue found her sweet spot, already slick from her prior caresses. Her body jolted under the onslaught, charged nerves coalescing into a damning inferno of awakened desire. Each flick of his tongue danced along her most starved parts, tasting her sweet honeyed essence, delving deeper within her treasure trove of passion.
He circled her clit in a frenzy, his hands tightening around her hips to anchor himself to the rapturous tempest he was unleashing.
Amanda's head tossed back, and she let loose a guttural cry, abandoning all semblance of restraint as her orgasm licked its way over her trembling form. Nathan feasted upon her relentlessly, savoring every gasp and quivering shiver that rocked through her body.
Her fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders, kneading the muscles there as her thighs closed around his head, keeping him anchored so as not to break the carnal connection that resonated between them. He fucked her heated core shamelessly with his tongue, the primal sounds pouring out of him mixing with her breathy moans.
Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere they had created for themselves was pierced by the harsh ringing of Amanda’s cellphone, vibrating wildly on the nearby nightstand.
"Ignore it," Nathan murmured against her, sending sparks flying with each syllable soaked word. Despite herself, she pushed at his shoulder, trying to extract him from her ecstasy-ridden state. The phone continued to scream its shrill song into the erotic bubble they had created, quickening Amada’s heartbeat.
Reluctantly disengaging from Nathan’s embrace, she made her way to the source of the disturbance, each step a battle between responsibility and the burgeoning heat that threatened to engulf her once more. Swiping to answer, she brought the cellphone to her ear.
“Mom? Is everything okay?
You sound out of breath," Sarah asked, the uncertainty lacing her voice bleeding through the phone.
Her mind was racing, trying to keep up with this sudden turn of events. The web of deception they had woven was becoming harder to maintain by the second. She glanced back at Nathan, who was lounging on the plush king-sized bed, a devilish grin gracing his face.
"Yes, I'm fine, honey. I was just doing some...yoga," Amanda murmured with a breathless laugh.
It wasn't exactly a lie, just a playful bending of the truth. "And how's my sweet girl? How's my little princess doing?"
Her voice was soothing, as she tried to push down the guilt that threatened to erupt like a volcano. Amanda returned to the bed, where Nathan laid like a tempting devil. Sliding under the luxurious linens, she nestled against his warm body, inhaling the musky scent of his skin.
Nathan's hand slid down to her curvy hips, unable to resist touching her softness. Sighing heavily, she relaxed into his embrace as their bodies intertwined, the heat and electric connection nearly unbearable, but too enticing to forsake.
With a sly grin, Nathan dipped his head, nipping her bottom lip while his other hand curved up her neck. Amanda met his kiss with as much fervor as she could muster, her own hands wandering over his toned chest, relishing the feeling of his heart hammering erratically in response.
Meanwhile, Sarah's worried voice traveled through the air, a stark contrast to that animalistic need tattooing the air around Amanda and Nathan.
"Mom? Are you still there?"
Amanda's eyelids fluttered open at Sarah's question, breaking the spell that had entranced her and Nathan. In a desperate need to remain covert, Amanda pulled back from the kiss and took a few calming breaths, attempting to muffle the sound of their heavy breathing.
"Yes, yes, I'm here, honey!" Amanda managed to say, trying to maintain her composure. "Do you want to go out for dinner tomorrow?"
Throughout their conversation, Nathan casually stroked the side of Amanda's hip in a maddening, lingering touch.
It took all of Amada's resolve to remain focused on the words exchanged rather than the wave of sexual tension rolling off the two of them.
Sarah chatted away, none the wiser to the carnal dance happening just fifteen miles away, a dance preceded by a breathy hello and punctuated by hidden moans.
As the call drew to a close, Amanda managed to extract herself from Nathan's grasp, citing a need to freshen up, despite the sweat beading her brow and the naked heat emanating from their tangled limbs.
Sarah's dulcet tones tuned out as Amanda ended the call, her breath still heavy from the conversation's proximity to her carnal activities.
However, she couldn't tank the ache of longing between her thighs, the little tease of Nathan's touch still lingering, inflaming her need even further.
The phone call had been a frustrating stumble, a clumsy obstacle in their otherwise intimate escapade, but now it was time to leave the lingering taste of guilt behind.
Amanda discarded her phone carelessly on the plush velvet cushions strewn across the king-sized bed, the device an unwelcome reminder of her responsibilities.
Nathan took this brief interlude to shrug off his lingering remnants of civility, his mask of control evaporating as Amanda's gaze wandered over his practically naked form.