One Night Stand
April, 1983
The door to the hotel room opened and Rollin and Cinnamon stepped though, still locked in each other’s arms, lips pressed against one another. Rollin dropped their luggage inside the door and Cinnamon’s hands pushed his suit coat from his shoulders and pulled at his tie. His hands pushed her coat from her shoulders, dropping it at her feet. Her hands moved to the buttons of his shirts as his pulled her blouse from her skirt. He kicked the door closed with his foot and his hand tugged the zipper of her skirt loose and it fell to her ankles. She stepped out of it and her hands went to his belt buckle as he pulled he pulled his shirt from his shoulders and it joined his coat on the floor. She raised her head and his lips found hers and he pulled her tight against him as they stepped over the clothes toward the bed, kicking off their shoes as they went.
Once there, Rollin smiled as he pushed the straps of her slip from her shoulders and it fell about her feet. She pushed his white t-shirt up and he pulled it over his head, tossing it aside. She ran her hands over his chest following her hands with kisses. He reached around her and unhooked her bra and pulled it from between them. She leaned back from him, her nipples taut, and smiled up at him. His mouth covered hers and their tongues entwined. She moaned as his hands caressed her bottom, though her pantyhose. She stepped back from him her knees finding the edge of the bed. His hands went underneath the restrictive material of the hose and he began to roll it down her backside. He slowly peeled the garment down her legs and followed his path with kisses, starting at her hip and continuing down her leg. She stepped out of the hose as he knelt in front of her, his hand on her hips and met her eyes as she looked down at him. He kissed his way across her belly to the other hip. His lips were igniting a fire in her that only he could extinguish. He started down the other but veered between her legs and kissed her there. Her head went back and her hands moved into his hair as his tongue stroked her. Her hands gripped his hair and her knees went weak as he worked against her.
“Oh god…” She called. Her plea spurred him on as he tasted her.
She grasped his shoulders as a tremor went though her. He pulled his mouth from her and moved to face her as she clung to him for support. He laid her back against the bed. “You taste so good.” He whispered as he covered her mouth with his, sharing with her.
She broke off the kiss as she slid her hand between them, searching for him. His mouth went to her breasts as she moved her hand inside his boxers and grasped his throbbing shaft and stroked him. His tip was wet and ready for her. He pushed the boxers from his hips as she disengaged from him.
She opened herself to him and he pushed inside her quickly bringing a gasp from her. His hands went to either side of her as he pumped into her. She brought her legs around him and hooked them around the back of his knees. His mouth went back to her breasts and he pulled at them, tickling them with his tongue. His pace increased as he was quickly reaching his peak. He bored into her then slipped his hands under her hips tilting them up and exploding inside her. “Cinnamon.” He called as he saw white.
“Oh….” She was with him.
His momentum wound down and he went to his elbows as she released her legs from him. “Oh Honey, that was good.” He said kissing her quickly.
She caught her breath. “Yes.”
He put his weight against her and rolled quickly onto his back, still holding her to him. “What…” she exclaimed.
He smiled devilishly up at her. “Your turn.”
“Hmm…” She smiled.
They continued loving one another at this frantic pace for hours, pausing only to change venues or positions, until Cinnamon finally had to admit that she needed a break.
“Rollin,” she panted, hoarse from the exertion.
“What, Baby?” he responded, equally winded but still concentrating at the task at hand.
“Sweetheart, it’s
He chuckled and extricated himself from her and collapsed at her side on the king-sized hotel bed. After he caught his breath, he rolled up on his side and reached for her breast.
“Can’t take it, huh?” he asked as he toyed lightly with her nipple, knowing it must be sore from their activities of the last several hours.
She laughed and pushed his hand away. “I can take it, I just need a break. What’s gotten into you?”
“I told you, I’ve missed you.”
“I believe you.” She kissed him, then smiled and shakily stood from the bed and searched for something to put on.
With Rollin in the midst of a string of missions over the last three months,
he hadn’t been able to spend much time in
While she retreated into the bathroom, Rollin turned on the bedside lamp and
surveyed the room. They hadn’t bothered to unpack when they arrived, nor had
they bothered to eat much of the dinner they had ordered about
“Hey Cin.” He called through the bathroom door.
“Hmm?”
“Any idea why I’m so hungry?” He picked through the food remaining on the service tray and settled for some cheese and fruit that were intended to be a light dessert.
She came through the door patting her face dry, having brushed her hair and donned a white terry cloth hotel robe. As he stood across the room from her, she took advantage of the opportunity to admire the lean body that had been tirelessly pleasuring her all evening. It amazed her that after more than fifteen years, the sight of him still excited her the way it did. It also amazed her that at forty-six, he had the stamina that he did to make love for hours on end with very little time to recover in between sessions. She knew it was this combination that kept her in love with him year after year…no, it was more than love, she had faced long ago that it was an addiction; one she did not want to conquer.
“Here, put this on,” she tossed the other robe to him as she crossed the room, “Now, what were you saying?”
“I asked if you might have any idea why I’m so hungry.” He slipped into the robe but did not belt it and pulled her to him.
“Hmm…let’s see…maybe because we’ve been making love for hours and hardly touched dinner?”
He began feeding her grapes as he held her to him. “Guess that could be it. You want to order something else, dessert maybe?”
“I’m ok, but go ahead if you want to. You need to keep your strength up.” She teased and pushed away from him and began to pick up the sheets and bedspread from the floor.
“I need to keep my strength up? I’m not the one who had to call a ‘time-out’.”
He followed her as she straightened up the room.
”True,” she agreed, turning away from him to hide her expression, “When I asked
you to meet me, I was honestly afraid you’d be tired from all the travel, maybe
just want to cuddle…”
With that he grabbed her from behind and pulled her with him, laughing, onto the bed. “Cuddle? I’ve hardly seen you in the last three months. I’ve been going crazy. It was all I could do to concentrate on this last mission.”
“Been saving yourself for me?” she teased.
Rollin quickly turned serious, rising above her, and looked deeply into her green eyes, “Yes, actually, I have.”
She smiled and lifted her hand to stroke his face. If nothing else over the years, he never lied to her. She pulled him to her and kissed him deeply.
“I’m glad.” She kissed him again and he naturally responded, reaching for the belt on her robe.
“Rollin…”
“Hmm” He began to kiss her throat, slowly working his way down to her shoulders then opening her robe between them so that their skin touched.
“I thought you were hungry?”
“Mmm, there’s an idea….”
She laughed and lifted his chin so that his eyes met hers. “Seriously, where are you getting all this energy? I’m worn out, but I’m very impressed….”
“Just trying to please…is it working?” He resumed kissing her neck and collarbone as he pushed the robe from her shoulders.
“Very much so, couldn’t you tell?”
“Darling, I think all the guests on this floor could tell…”
She laughed aloud and ran her hands down his sides, “I can’t help it. You’re exceptionally incredible tonight. I’ve definitely missed you too.”
He sat up, straddling her hips, and pulled his robe from his arms while looking down at her, “I enjoyed our phone call last week…”
“It’s not quite the same as the real thing,” smiled as she ran her fingernails up and down his thighs that were pinning her to the bed.
”No, but still better than a cold shower.”
“Rollin Hand, you’re never going to get me to believe you’ve ever resorted to cold showers…” she teased.
“Oh, really? Why don’t you take a shower with me and find out?” he reached under her to pull her up from the bed.
She sighed and resisted, “Rollin, it’s late, aren’t you exhausted? Let’s get some sleep….”
He continued to pull her up so that she was sitting nose to nose with him, his newly-growing erection pressing into her stomach. “Cinnamon, we only have this one night together, who knows when we’ll see each other again…you can sleep on the plane.” With that he kissed her firmly and placed her hand on his organ to emphasize his point.
“Come on,” he whispered as he could tell she was acquiescing, “let’s take a shower.”
She chided herself for always giving in to him but realized at this point in their relationship, it was a little too late to start play hard-to-get. She let him pull her from the bed, leaving their robes behind them, and lead her by the hand into the large bathroom.
Rollin released her as they entered the room and reached to turn on the water and adjust the spray. The bathroom contained a large garden tub as well as an oversized shower stall with glass doors. The director in him mused that the tub might serve well as the next scene for their exploits.
“How about we try some warm water first and see what happens?”
She smiled and looked down to his half firm penis, acknowledging she had no doubt as to what was going to happen.
Cinnamon shivered and he pulled her to him and wrapped his arms around her to warm her, looking over her shoulder to watch their reflection in the large mirror before it disappeared in the steam. He marveled at how fantastic she looked and how little her body had changed since their first time together. Yes, she had carried and born his child, but any change that event might have caused just made her more desirable to him.
He reached back into the stall and determined the water temperature was appropriate, just a little too hot perhaps, and stepped inside and pulled her carefully with him so that they were facing one another, with his back to the showerhead. He slid the doors shut, enclosing them in the tight space. Rollin was well aware of his lover’s apprehension of close quarters and knew he needed to distract her quickly.
The sudden sensation of the hot spray on her cool skin caused Cinnamon’s nipples to tighten. Rollin anticipated the reaction and his hands went to them without delay and pinched them. Cinnamon, who had purposely remained quiet thus far, letting him control the scene, let out a small cry of surprise. This only egged Rollin on and he moved his mouth to replace his right hand and sucked powerfully on the tender nipple. He pushed her back a step so that her back was against the tile and he held her in place with his left arm while his right hand moved between her legs.
Rollin roughly probed her as he continued to suckle her. While he could take some indication from the reaction he was producing with his hand, and he took a quick second to look up at her face to see that her eyes were closed and her head tilted back against the wall. He had her right where he wanted her and took the opportunity to take the encounter in a new direction and bit her nipple.
“Ahh,” she cried sharply and tried to pull away from his hold, “Rollin, that hurts.”
His response could only be categorized as a growl.
“Rollin?”
He moved to bite her neck and moved to her ear and ordered, “Turn around.”
She pulled away from him and hesitated, holding his stare. She could see the game he was playing and had to decide how much resistance to offer. She knew of all the things in their relationship he felt she controlled, he had always maintained control over her sexually and it was the ultimate aphrodisiac for him. It didn’t often manifest it’s self in rough sex but she knew it was the ultimate raw expression for him of that control and she was willing to indulge him on occasion.
When her hesitation lasted too long, he reissued his command, “Turn around, Cinnamon.”
She broke his gaze and did as she was told.
As soon as her back was to him, he pulled her back with him into the shower’s hot spray until her body was slick and wet. The water was beating down on both their heads now and she could feel his hardness against her backside. He quickly pushed it between her thighs and began thrusting there as he reached for both her breasts with his hands, continuing to hold her where her wanted her.
Her innate response to his motion was to arch her back and offer herself to him. He noticed the reaction and called her on it as he moved the tip of his shaft where it would tease her even more.
“What do you want, Cinnamon?”
A breathless, “Rollin...” was her only response.
She couldn’t believe after the exhausting evening they’d had that her desire for him was still this strong. She wasn’t just playing his game now; she desperately wanted what he was offering.
“Tell me what you want.” He repeated as he began to push himself between her now swollen lips but not entering her.
“Rollin, please…” she whispered
“What, Baby? You want me to stop?”
“No,” she responded quickly.
“Then you have to tell me what you want me to do to you.” He increased the speed at which he was rubbing against her.
She held out as long as she could before giving in to vocalizing what she wanted him to do as much as he wanted to hear it, “Fuck me, Rollin.”
God she was driving him crazy but he prolonged their agony, “Say it again.”
“Oh God, Rollin, fuck me!” she cried.
That was all he needed. With one quick movement he pulled her back from the wall and bent her at the waist, driving his throbbing dick deep inside her, making her cry out.
“Oh, Cin, this feels so good,” he encouraged her vocalisms as he thrust into her harder and harder.
Bent over, water was running over Cinnamon’s head and into her eyes and mouth but she didn’t notice. The only sensation she could focus on was between her legs and it was becoming unbearable. She knew she was close to climaxing but wanted to feel him come with her so continued to give him what he needed.
“Oh, Rollin…” she pleaded with him not to prolong her torture.
“Are you ready to come for me, Baby?”
“Yes, Rollin.”
Each time she said his name it took every bit of concentration he had to prevent his release. She’d always had that effect on him. Just the fact that he was able to please her to this intensely was almost as good for him as his actual climax.
A few more thrusts was all either of them could take and Cinnamon quickly followed his powerful orgasm with her own. Rollin removed himself from her and wrapped his arms tightly around her, resting his head on her back as they both caught their breath. After a few moments, he kissed her shoulder and reached behind him to turn off the water.
“You ok?” he asked.
She responded simply with a nod of her head.
“I love you.”
She turned to face him and smiled a very satisfied smile, “I love you too.”
He slid the door open and stepped from the shower. He took a large towel from the hook beside the shower and wrapped her in it. She ran her hands through her wet hair.
It was
He closed his eyes and joined her in a contented sleep.
Precisely at
He put his finger to his lips to silence the waiter, who acknowledged with a nod and passed him the bill to sign. Rollin passed the folder back to him and took the tray inside.
He sat the breakfast tray beside the dinner tray and then took the dinner tray to the hall, leaving it for the maid.
He looked over at Cinnamon who had not stirred. He took the two glasses of orange juice from the tray and sat beside her on the bed. She pulled her pillow a little tighter and he brushed his lips against her temple. “Breakfast is ready.” He whispered. Her sleepy eyes opened to look up at him. “I don’t think I can move.”
“Then breakfast shall come to you.”
He moved from beside her, replaced the glasses on the tray and brought it to the bed.
She stretched gingerly and pulled the sheet over her as she reclined against the headboard.
He took the glasses from the tray at her feet and handed her one. He leaned one arm across to face her. “To one incredible evening…” he said, raising his glass to hers.
She smiled at him as the glasses touched. She watched him as she sipped her juice. His energy always spilled over to her and this morning it was no different.
“What time’s your flight?” He asked.
“One at Dulles.”
“I’m at National.” He replied.
“Guess we can’t share a cab then.”
“Nope, but that gives us a little more time together, doesn’t it.”
She met his eyes. “How long do you think you’ll be gone this time?”
“Not sure, could be up to a month…there’s a bit of reconnaissance to do before I make my move.” He said reaching for a plate of fruit.
She frowned, thinking of him being out-of-touch and perhaps even in danger for such an extended period.
Rollin smiled and changed the subject, “Did Jen try out for the play?” He asked.
She shook her head. “No, she said without you there to coach her, what would be the point.”
Rollin frowned. “I wish I could be there for her, I think she’d enjoy it.”
“It’s okay, she’s much happier in the water. Her swimming coach is very impressed with her.”
“Yeah?”
Cinnamon nodded, “He said she might make the varsity a year early.”
“That’s terrific. See all that time we spent in the pool when she was little was good for something.”
Cinnamon took a piece of melon as well.
“And your regime certainly has kept you in good shape.” He said with a smile.
“You think so?”
He leaned forward and kissed her and his fingers traced the top of the sheet that covered her. “Yeah.”
“You are insatiable.”
“Only for you.” He said as his lips went to her neck.
“Can we at least finish this meal?” She said indicating the tray.
He smiled as he moved away from her and reached for the plate with two bagels and cream cheese. “Bagel and a smear?” He offered.
“Thank you. Coffee?” She asked reaching for the pot and a cup as he prepared the bagels.
He nodded as he continued his task.
They ate in a companionable silence. Cinnamon’s mind was slowly being pulled back to LA and what was going on there. She knew Jim wanted her back soon, but she decided that just one day would not do much harm. Now her mind would be back on work and her daughter’s schedule.
Rollin set his coffee cup back on the tray and looked over at her. “Better?”
She nodded. “Funny, I seem to have quite an appetite.”
Rollin’s hand made its way under the sheet and found her hip and moved down her thigh. “Mmm, maybe we could work on lunch then.”
She chuckled as he moved to her and kissed her softly. Her hand went around his neck and pulled him closer. “We start this and we may never leave.” She whispered.
“Start what?” He said pulling the sheet from between them. His hand moved from her shoulder and down her chest and down to her waist. “You are incredible.” He said with appreciation.
“I probably look a fright. I need to do my hair.”
“I think you’re perfect.”
“Flatterer.”
His hand went underneath her hair and he pulled her to him. Her hands untied the sash at his waist and went underneath his robe. They were now lost in each other, time was forgotten and schedules became unimportant.
After Rollin’s foot kicked over the last of the orange juice.
He pulled her from the bed and into the bath. There he filled the tub as she
ran a brush though her hair.
”Come on, I’ll do your back.”
She smiled as she turned from the mirror and sashayed her way to him. His grin widened as he watched her. “You’ll always have that walk.”
Her hands moved up his chest. “Let’s hope so.”
They moved into the water of the tub. She lay back against his chest as they relaxed in the warm water. Soon his lips caressed her neck and his hands moved across the tops of her thighs. He ran his fingers up her sides, making her shiver. Then his hands found her breasts.
She shifted against him in the garden tub and moved to lie against him as her hand moved across his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder. “Almost as good as a hot tub.” She murmured.
“No bubbles though.” He said as he pulled her hand to his lips.
Her hand caressed his face, feeling the rough stubble of his beard. “You need a shave.”
“I didn’t hear any complaints, last night.” He said.
“I was under your spell last night.”
“You’re not now?” He smiled.
She shook her head. “I’m completely enthralled now.”
He chuckled and tilted her face up to his and kissed her.
Her hand moved down his body and found his firm penis and stroked him lightly. He leaned his head back against the edge of the tub as she touched him. She continued her massage of him until he was throbbing in her hand. He ran her forefinger up the vein that ran the length of his organ as he slid down further in the tub and she moved between his legs.
He didn’t open his eyes as she moved, but his hands moved with her hips as she slowly guided him inside her. He knew she would likely be a little sore so he let her set their pace.
He smiled as they connected. She kissed him lightly as she began a slow easy rhythm against him. His hands rode on her backside as they moved. Her hands were on either side of him as they moved and the water lapped against the side of the tub.
It wasn’t long till her pace increased and she was lost in the pure sensation of bliss she experienced when they made love. “Cin…I can’t wait…” He called.
“Come with me, Sweetheart.” She panted.
He pulled her to him, pushing himself deep into her and trembling as he climaxed. Cinnamon maintained a frantic pace, then seized against him as the wave of his orgasm became hers.
Her head shagged against his shoulder as she stopped moving to catch her breath. He wrapped his arms around her.
He kissed her temple. “Okay?” He asked.
She nodded against him. She raised her head and kissed him lightly. “Better than okay.”
He smiled and held her a little tighter.
The water quickly became cool and they moved from the tub to the shower.
Rollin was washing her back with a washcloth and his hand strayed to her abdomen. “I said my back, Rollin.”
He kissed her shoulder. “Sorry, don’t I get points for thoroughness?’
She chuckled. She found a bottle of shampoo in the soap dish. “Where did this come from?” She said picking it up.
“You said you wanted to do your hair.” He replied.
She turned to him. “Aren’t you being attentive?”
He frowned. “Would you like me to do your hair?”
Her hands went to his chest and kissed him lightly. “Please.”
He smiled and put the washcloth aside and picked up the bottle. He lathered her hair and rinsed it. She turned from him and went under the spray and ran her hands though her hair.
“Thank you.” She said, kissing him quickly.
“My pleasure.”
She picked up the washcloth and handed it to him. “Here you go.” She said pulling the door back. She stepped from the shower and found a towel. Tucking the towel around her, she moved to the counter to continue her morning routine.
Rollin shortly shut off the water and stepped from the shower. Cinnamon watched him in the mirror as he dried himself.
Within the hour they were zipping up their bags. Rollin moved behind her as she stood at the bed. He rubbed his cheek to hers. “That better?”
She turned to him and caressed his cheek. “Much.” She reached up and kissed him as his arms snaked about her waist. She pushed him away, “Be a good boy.” She warned.
“I thought I was.” He said with a smile.
Cinnamon smiled as she sat on the edge of the bed and removed her earring. “Very good actually.”
Rollin chuckled and placed his shaving kit in his overnight bag.
Cinnamon punched in the phone number and waited.
“Hi Maria.” Cinnamon continued. “Yes, I’m leaving in a little while. I’ll be in about seven. Where’s Jen?”
Rollin sat beside her and took her hand, weaving his fingers into hers.
“Hi Sweetheart! Are you ready for school?”
Cinnamon smiled as she listened to her thirteen-year old daughter.
“Maria will make sure you get to the meeting on time. Jen. I think there is someone here who would like to talk to you.”
She handed Rollin the phone. “Hiya kiddo!”
Cinnamon could hear Jen’s cry though the phone. Rollin kissed her hand.
Rollin chuckled as he listened to Jen’s rapid fire descriptions of school and her activities.
Cinnamon moved from his side and found her purse to check her plane tickets. She listened to the one-sided conversation with a smile. They were two of a kind.
After ten minutes, Rollin explained to Jen that they had to get ready for their flights and that he would be there as soon as he could. “Okay, Honey, I love you. Here’s Mom.”
Cinnamon took the phone. “My car’s at the airport. No, you don’t need to come get me. Okay Jen, I’ll see you tonight. I love you. Bye Honey.” She replaced the receiver.
Rollin’s arms moved about her. “That is one great kid, you know that?”
Her arms went about his neck. “I do.”
He kissed her then put his forehead to hers. “I miss you already.”
“Be careful then hurry up and come home.”
“I’ll do my best. “ He promised.
“You certainly did.” She responded with a smile.
He pulled her tight and kissed her.
With one last look at the room, he took their bags and shut the door behind them. They went arm and arm to the lobby. Rollin paid the bill quickly as she waited for him.
On the noisy
She looked into his sincere eyes. “I love you.”
He smiled at her as the doorman opened the door to the cab. She slid into the yellow cab, her eyes never leaving his. The door was closed between them and Rollin raised his hand in a good-bye as the cab moved off into traffic.
The End
Betsy Nicholas and Elena Vorska
August, 2004