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I take a step toward her, but she pushes me away with one foot. "Uh-uh-uh. Let me consider the options before I put my tongue on you."
"Take all the time you want, baby."
"You never called me 'baby' when we were together."
I shrug. "Times change. People change too."
And I need her to accept that or I'll never win her back.
She pushes away from the counter, now standing inches away, and traces her tongue over her lips, top and bottom, while scrutinizing me some more. Then she smirks and sinks down toward the floor. Her body undulates like a cobra coiling itself into its basket again. But when her face reaches my groin, she drops to her knees and leans forward.
And she drags her tongue up the length of my erection.
I suck in a breath.
She blows a stream of warm air over my crown, smirking again when I flinch. "I love how your dick is painted to look like a rope, and it's part of the fake rope that encircles your hips."
"I thought it was strange at first, but Lucy convinced me a golden rope would be 'awesome.' "
"She was right." Vanessa tips her head back to look at me. "And now I'm going to wipe all that paint off your dick with my tongue."
Chapter Thirteen
Vanessa
I'm staring at Craig's dick from a few inches away, and I'm about to clean off his skin with my tongue. This isn't something middle-aged people do, is it? When my parents got into their fifties, they started playing golf on the weekends. When they both retired, they moved to Florida to live in one of those communities for seniors. I am the same age my mom was when she bought her first golfing outfit.
But I'm not teeing up on the green. No, I'm about to swallow my ex-husband's cock and lick the edible paint off his body.
I've never wanted to do anything more than I want this.
My first taste of him was strawberry flavored, thanks to the paint. Now, I set my hands on his thighs and lean in to lap up every speck of the edible paint until I've cleaned off almost all of his cock. Then I grasp the base.
He pushes a hand into my hair.
When I gaze up at him, the hunger on his face takes my breath away. He never wanted me this much before. I'll consider the question of why later on. Right now, I need to taste him, not the paint. He groans when I swipe my tongue over the head of his erection, licking away the bead of moisture there. Mm, now that's the flavor I want to devour.
He watches my every move, our gazes locked, and massages my scalp with his fingertips.
I take him into my mouth, licking and sucking, teasing his crown. The natural flavor of him arouses me more than any edible paint could. His breathing grows heavier. I pump his length while lavishing it with my tongue. He groans deeply, letting his head fall back. I grasp his sac and massage it, making him gasp, then slide my fingers under his dick to rub the perineum.
"Fuck," he snarls. "Vanessa---Ah, you're killing me."
In the best way, I'm sure, though I can't say so. I've still got his dick in my mouth, and I have no intention of pulling away yet. So, I coil my tongue round and round his length while rubbing that sweet spot. Just when I'm sure he's on the edge of climax, based on the way his face is cinched up tight, I pull away.
And I rise just as slowly as I'd lowered myself. "Let's get clean, Craig. Then we can get dirty again in bed."
He glances down at his dick. "Uh, do we need condoms?"
"No. I'm post-menopausal, remember? And I had a hysterectomy. You can't get me pregnant. If you're worried I might have STDs..."
"Of course not. You've only been with two men since our divorce, right? That's what you said. It's the same for me, and I used protection both times."
"Same for me. That means we can screw each other au naturel, which seems appropriate since we're naked all the time on this island."
He grins. "I love the way your scientist mind works, but I never imagined you'd use it to justify fucking in the shower without a condom."
"Maybe sometime I'll talk dirty to you in biology jargon."
