A Different Time

Time with Him (part two)

*end flashback*

"Who invited you in here?" I ask with a smirk on my face. His arousal is clear and it instantly turns me on.

He reaches for my waist and pulls me towards him. My body pressed against his as the water ran down our bodies. I pull his head down and crash my lips to his. I've been waiting for this the entire trip. As awful as it is, sleeping with another woman's man, the one's who matter know the truth, and that is he's never been hers.

He moans as I move my hand down his body and start to stroke him. He caresses my breasts in return. I start to stroke him faster as he grabs my head to kiss me again. We explore each others mouths like we've never done before. The passion that is in the air causes goosebumps to appear on my arms. As if reading my mind, he rubs my arms and lets out another moan.

We stare at each other and make the mutual decision to move this to the bedroom. He turns off the shower, grabs a towel, wraps me up and carries me to the bed. I have to admit, this is hot and I can't believe we've still got it in us.

I drop the towel and push him on to the bed. It's my turn to take control. I straddle him and put his member in my mouth. His eyes close in ecstasy. The way he says my name turns me on so bad. I start to move up and down his shaft as I simultaneously caress his balls - something that's always drove him crazy. I know all of the tricks that make his head spin, and same for him.

He starts to move in and out of my mouth and then withdraws completely. He pulls me up to his face and we look at each other.

"I love you, Paula."

I look back at him and see real sincerity in his eyes. I know our situation isn't ideal and I know I'm crazy for loving a man who's in such a predicament, but that doesn't stop me from telling him I love him, too as he kisses me tenderly in response. This is normal between us. During American Idol, our emotions ran so high that we just didn't have a reign on them. Our schedules were so crazy that it almost drained us to see each other so much. Now that we've had to plan our meetings our feelings are much more genuine and time together much more special.

No one would understand our relationship if I tried to explain it and that's okay. It's what makes us who we are.

He guides himself to my entrance and flips us over so that he's on top. I love to run my hands down his back as he fills my tiny walls with his fullness. We acquire a rhythm similar to many we've had before as he latches on to my neck. I arch my back in pleasure and let out a throaty moan. It only inspires him to do more and he starts moving in me at a faster rate. I dig my nails into his back and whisper his name. I know it's only a matter of time before he lets go. I'm okay with it because I'm close as well.

He grabs my hair and crashes his lips into mine as he pushes his entire member into me as he pulsates against my contracting walls. I feel the warm seed filling my insides and it feels amazing.

We lay there for a while, breathless and he gets a towel to clean us up. When he returns to the room we look at each other again. For two people who can sure argue it out, we have a lot of silent conversations.

"Paula...I've missed you." He says seductively as he stares at my naked body. It makes me blush a little and I wink at him.

"I bet you have. There's no one else like me around..." I say, insinuating that Lauren will never be better with him than I am. He gets the hint and nods his head.

"I'm gonna have to agree with you there, Pawler. You're a rare breed."

I lean up to him with an amused face. "Are you comparing me to a dog?"

In his true Simon Cowell fashion he replies, "Well, I love dogs, much more than humans I'd say, so I don't think it'd be an insult if I were."

I have to laugh because he is so incredible some times. I shake my head and mutter a quiet 'thanks'. He laughs and tickles me. Everything feels right and I hate that it has to end, again. We settle down and I know we both realize tomorrow is my last day here. I can only imagine what he's got planned up his sleeve. It's either something or nothing at all and I'm ready for whatever comes next.

At least I think I am.