All That She Needed

For the third time that night, Martina screamed the name of her lover as felt herself spasm around his cock, his breasts pressing into her back as he slammed into her from behind. Soon she would be asleep, exhausted from the sexual celebration of her freedom, encased in soft hotel linens, wrapped in the slender arms of a real man, a man who would make her feel safe no matter what may come her way. Her rescuer. Her hero.

It was certainly not the way she had anticipated ending her day.

The cell the police had been holding Martina in was cold and small. She'd never been to jail before, but had heard plenty of stories from Alexandro. What she feared was what came next, after the police were done with her, after her court case. The threat of the **** penalty turned her gut into a rock with fear, but how long would she languish in horrific conditions, awaiting her fate? Would she be beaten? ****? Her future felt hopeless,

And then in walked this man. This incredible man.

Through all the time that Martina had been with Alexandro, despite him wearing her down, telling her that she was worthless, abusing her, she always had known that she was beautiful. And while she saw herself as damaged goods, a small piece of her, the one that still held onto the dreams of a girl rather than the disappointments of a woman, told her that she could leave, that she could do better. Surely a woman as beautiful as she should be able to attract a man who would, if not be a catch, would at least treat her right.

Someone like Tim, though, was far beyond anyone she could have imagined. Dreams like this just didn't come true, did they? Not only did he save her from jail, but he welcomed her, as broken as she was, into his life, into his arms. A man like Tim didn't end up with women like Martina, and yet here she was, feeling the warmth of his skin pressing against his, hearing his beautiful, soprano voice moaning as he approached his orgasm. Yes, he could just be using her to get his rocks off, but he had said that he wasn't like that, that he was a man who committed to his women. And she trusted him. Why wouldn't she? Tim wasn't just any old handsome man off the street, he was respectable. When Tim said something, he meant it, and it meant something. He obviously wasn't the kind of guy who was used to hearing "no" from anyone, but he had been a gentleman when he and Raven had arrived at the hotel.

"Thank-you both for coming," he had said, looking so sexy standing in his nightie and heels that Martina had a hard time concentrating on his words, "It's a treat for me to have two gorgeous women grace me with their presence. I must be a lucky man!"

Both Martina and Raven had blushed at the comment, but he wasn't yet done talking. He crossed the room and planted himself in an armchair, crossing one smooth, sexy leg over the other.

"It's been a difficult few days for you, Martina. And Raven, I'm sure it was stressful coming with me on our little... adventure. And so while I might be ready for this, I understand if you two might need some time to think. I'm the type of man who knows what he wants, and goes for it. And I have to admit, spending even as little time as I have with each of you, I've come to want both of you, to be in your lives, to have you in mine, emotionally and physically," he paused, then, "But it's more than that. The more I think about you, the more I realized that what I really want is for you to choose. Here is my proposal: I want to be your boyfriend, your partner, your lover. Both of you. I have other women in my life, but I make it work, and will continue to make it work, and will do the same for each of you. For you, Martina, it's a bit more complicated, since I'd be asking you to come home with me, leave Florida. Raven, we wouldn't have that problem," again he paused, "However, if you decide against my proposal, I will, of course, respect your wishes. Women like you two don't come along every day, and I can completely understand if you need time to think about it."

The silence that followed felt to Martina to weigh a million tons. She wanted to cry, to sing, to dance. She didn't have the words she needed that were big enough for what she wanted to say.

"I'm sorry, sir," Raven said, speaking before Martina could open her mouth, "I need to think about this. It's just that back home I have..."

"No need to explain," Tim said, pursing his painted lips, "Your reasons are your own. I wouldn't presume to ask you to have to justify your decisions to me. You have my number, and my offer. Why don't you take some time and think about it. I'm patient."

"Thank-you, sir," Raven said, standing up straight, her face pained. Martina could see the turmoil the woman was going through, but couldn't empathize. It was a no-brainer.

"I'm yours," she said as she rushed forward, falling to her knees in front of Tim, taking his small hands in her own, "I don't know about what my future will be, but whatever you want with me, you can have it. I'll come with you, I'll be yours. Please."

He climbed to his feet, and she to hers, and they embraced for the first time as lovers. As their lips touched, and the fire of desire blossomed in Martina's heart, she barely registered the sound of the hotel door closing as Raven left the two alone to enjoy their union. She budgeted only a brief moment to pity the other woman, who could be throwing away an opportunity that was better than winning the lottery, something that she had thought would never come along in her lifetime. Then she shoved all thought of Raven away. Maybe she would see her again, maybe she wouldn't. Martina didn't care. She had Tim, and Tim was all that she needed.