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"We can't. It's crazy."
"But the idea turns you on." I slide one hand over her shoulder and down to her breast. Then I flick my thumb over the taut nipple, making her suck in a sharp breath. "Come on, admit it. You're so turned on that I bet you're already wet for me."
"I'm post-menopausal. That means getting wet usually involves lube."
"Not this time." I move that hand down to her hip and spread my fingers in the hairs on her mound. "Let's find out if I'm right."
She bites her lip hard.
I push my longest finger between her folds.
And she gasps.
I pull my finger out and slide it between my lips, tasting her cream. "You're aroused and wet, Nessa. That means you want me. Just admit it. You want us to fuck right here on the beach where anyone might stumble onto us. I'll let you be on top if that's what turns you on. I'll do anything you want."
She chews on her lip for a moment, and I can tell she's weighing her options. Deny that she wants me just to prove a point, or give in and enjoy a post-menopausal fuck on the beach.
Finally, she releases her lip and sighs. "I do want you, but this has nothing to do with our relationship. We aren't getting back together. This is hot divorced-couple sex, nothing more."
"Whatever you want, Nessa."
"If you want to get inside me today, stop calling me 'Nessa.' It's too intimate."
"Sex is intimate. You can't get away from that." But I can tell she's on the verge of losing interest, which means I need to get us back on track. So, I cup her breast and flick my thumbnail over the tip. The way her lips fall open, I know she still wants to do this. "I want to take you up against this tree, out in the open, and fuck you so thoroughly that you'll see stars. But first, I need to make you come with my mouth on your clit."
She drags her tongue over her bottom lip, doing it so slowly that watching her do that makes my dick twitch. Then she grasps my hard-on, and I know we will be getting it on right here, right now. "I've always loved your dick. The way it feels, the way it tastes, the way you fill me up when we have sex."
I lower myself inch by inch until my knees touch the sand and my face hovers in front of her mound. She used to trim those hairs---for hygienic reasons, she said---but now she has let them grow out to show off their curly nature. I love that. Vanessa has gone wild in more ways than one. And that makes me crave her so deeply that I know I'll never want any other woman.
With two fingers, I gently spread her lips to reveal the sweet, glistening pink flesh between her thighs. "Spread your legs for me a bit. That's perfect." I nuzzle her mound to tease those hairs, and she slaps her palms on the tree, her fingers curling slightly. "Damn, you smell good. Like honey and vanilla with a hint of cinnamon. Those are all things you ate at breakfast this morning, aren't they? I remember how your cream always tasted like mint when we had sex in the evening, because you drank spearmint tea after dinner."
"Oh God, Craig," she moans, though not in a sexy way. "Shut up and do me."
She used to love my dirty talk, but I guess discussing what she eats isn't the right move in this moment. It's been a long time since I tasted Vanessa, and I'm probably overcompensating.
I separate her folds a little more so I can blow a delicate stream of air onto her swollen flesh. Vanessa gasps.Bingo. We're back on track now. I drop soft little kisses on her inner thigh while I trace my fingertips up and down her folds, careful to take it slow and give her time to experience all the sensations. Her back arches, lifting those gorgeous tits. I raise my head to swirl my tongue in her navel, and a scratching sound lets me know she just scraped her nails over the tree bark. The aroma of her surrounds me and inundates my senses. After years of not touching her, not tasting her, not feeling her body wrapped around me, I almost can't believe this is really happening.
But it is happening. And I won't skimp on the heat.
"Do me a favor, Vanessa. Take your tits in your hands and massage them while I make you come."
She cups her breasts and begins to massage them in an easy, sensual rhythm.
And my dick throbs again. So, I kiss a path down her belly, from her navel to her mound, and nuzzle those hairs. Then I push my face between her folds and latch on to her stiff clitoris. It's just as firm as I remember, and that means she's ready for me. I close my mouth around that nub and suckle it, gently at first, then increasing the pace and the pressure until she lets out a half-strangled cry and arches her back.
God, she's beautiful in the throes. She's always beautiful, but the intensity of her arousal gives her a glow I can't describe, and I almost wish I could freeze this moment. But I need to watch her come.
I slide one finger into her sheath, curling it to pet her inner walls.
She cries out, her head thrown back, and clutches my head with both hands.
While she undulates her hips, I slide another finger inside her. Spreading those fingers wide, I find I can caress two different spots, both of which drive her wild. She starts panting, and her mouth falls open even while her eyes drift partway closed. Vanessa watches me with her gaze hooded, her attention riveted to what I'm doing. I release her clit and pull my fingers free, then plaster my mouth to her opening and plunge my tongue in as far as it will go, swirling it round and round.
"Oh God, Craig, don't stop, that feels---" Her long, throaty moan emerges in sharp bursts. She seems incapable of finishing whatever she'd been about to say.
I don't care if she never speaks again. The look on her face tells me everything. While I keep thrusting my tongue inside her, I reach up to pinch her clit.
And she explodes, like a star about to go supernova, her orgasm hot and fierce and all-consuming. Her scream echoes off the trees. Her body folds in on itself, and she seems like she'll topple over onto me.
