I pull from his hold to stare up at him and I know I must look a hot mess but the intensity he gazes back at me with makes me feel like a Goddess; he always had that ability over me. I clasp at his shirt and tear it open; I need to feel him skin to skin. I yank my camisole over my head and pull him against me. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes devouring me like it’s the first time he’s seen me laid bare to him. His lips trace every inch of skin, taking his time to suck my hard nipples into his mouth and bite down gently before blowing over them to soothe the sting. His knee nudges my legs to part for him and his hand comes up to grip my throat as his lips journey down to my swelling pussy. I’m aching, and the swipe of his tongue sends shivers through my body as his other hand fondles my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. I lift my hips greedily towards his lapping tongue and grind my pussy against his face; his hands drop to my ass and they hold me to him while he sucks my throbbing clit into his mouth and my body convulses from the orgasm possessing my body.
“Damn, baby, I will never get used to how amazing you taste.”
He laps at my release and brings his lips to mine so I can taste myself on him. His skin hot against mine brings calm to my soul. The head of his cock pushes against my entry and with a devilish smirk, he thrusts into me. He hooks my thigh over one of his arms and raises it up high to gain a deeper penetration. His hips dance against mine making us both writhe and moan. He turns us so he’s on his back and I’m on top of him, his delicious cock driving into me, and my head drops back in ecstasy. I grind down on him with direction from his firm grip on my hips, my tits bounce heavily and he can’t keep his eyes off them. He lifts up so he can suck a sensitive, tight bud into his hot, wet mouth and it makes me thrust against him harder and faster. Sweat glistens on our skin and aids his hands in exploring every inch of me. His arms curl around my back, pinning me to him as he drives his hips forward to meet with mine, the warm pooling in my abdomen and tightening of my pussy warn me of my impending climax.
I grip Blake’s hair and scream, “I’m coming!”
“Fuck!”
The throbbing of his cock inside me aids my release. He collapses back with me sprawled on top of him like a second skin.
“I’m going to jump in the shower. I have to go into work for a bit, if I can stand after that performance,” Blake jokes, tickling me.
Blake’s bare ass is a sight to behold as he makes his way to the shower buck naked, making me crave him again already. Even in his forties he’s toned and defined. He looks after himself and it shows in his body. His hair is still full and dark, he only has a few laughter lines that show around his eyes, and if anything it makes him sexier. I’m sated and happy for the first time in a long time. Maybe we’ve turned a corner and whatever brought the change in him is fixed or gone.
I slip from the sheets and pull my panties on. I grab our clothes and detangle them, and as I pick up Blake’s pants, a piece of paper falls out and lands on the floor. It’s irrational and out of character for me. I’m secure in myself as a woman and a wife to never think this of the man I love with my entire soul but my whole world feels off balance and scattered on the floor next to the piece of paper.
Everything is explainable; I’m not going to jump to conclusions like an insecure teenager. I place the pants down next to the piece of paper and crawl back under the covers to wait for Blake. He comes out whistling the tune of one of Cereus’ rock bands. He grins down at me and stares for a few minutes; I squirm under his inspection
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to sound casual.
“Just taking mental pictures to look at when I’m lonely at work.”
He bends down to pick up his pants and when he spots the note he quickly picks it up and shoves it in his pocket.
“What’s that?” I ask and he falters. He’s silent and I can see the cogs turning, trying to come up with a lie.
“Donovan’s new mobile number,” he eventually says, and my heart, my world, my soul dissipate into the atmosphere. I’m frozen in disbelief. He leans down and kisses my forehead.
“I should be back before you go to bed tonight.”
THIS ONE IS NICE ENOUGH; a million times better than that shit heap I’ve been living in.
“So what do you think?”
I turn to Cereus and hold my arms open, gesturing around the place. She drops her bag to the floor and places her folder on one of the counters.
“You had me skip school this afternoon so I could see an empty apartment?” she mocks.
I squint my eyes at her and she squints back. “I’m moving, and you’re helping me pick out an apartment.”