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When we get to a red and brown brick townhome that looks evenly split down the middle he instructs me where I can park my car out front on the curb. I start to get out of the car but he rushes to tell me towait. He rounds the hood of the car and opens my door for me. The act brings a warm smile to my face because he was always a gentleman opening doors for me from what I can remember. I’m glad to see he still does it, even after everything we’ve been through.
I step out of the car and he shuts the door behind me. He takes my hand and places it in his and we walk up the short, paved walkway to his front door. When we reach his front door, he lets go of my hand, giving me an apologetic look as he fishes his keys out of his pants pocket. Once he gets his door unlocked, he pushes it open and gestures for me to enter.
I step inside and my shoes start to make noise on his hardwood floors. He must flip on the light switch behind me because the room is instantly flooded with light. I can see now that it’s a narrow hallway that the wall to my right goes all the way down the length of the home. I feel the pressure of his hand on the small of my back and I look over my shoulder to him. “Let me get your jacket.”
I shrug out of my jacket and he takes it and hangs it up in the hall closet. He removes his wool overcoat and removes his suit jacket along with everything in his pockets. He puts all the contents in a glass bowl sitting on a table near the front door. I watch him rooted in place, because now that I’m here, inside his home, I don’t know what to do. I don’t want to just roam around and I don’t want to presume to just stroll into his living room. Once he’s finished, he reaches his hand out to me yet again and I take it. He leads me into what I can only assume is his living room.
It’s got all of the things I imagine a grown man to have who is living alone. The basic furniture, nice furniture upon further inspection, a coffee table that looks like it’s made out of driftwood, a large, flat-screen television, and what looks to be an Xbox. I take a seat on his coffee-colored leather couch and wait. Speak, make a move, anything. I’ll wait forever if I have to—to prove that I can be patient this time. It should be weird—being here, sitting in the living room of a man I barely could have called my boyfriend nearly ten years ago but it’s not. I’m anxious and jittery, like when you know something is fast approaching and you want to fast forward to the good part.
“Would you like something to drink? I’ve got water, tea, wine? Maybe even some Dr. Pepper in the fridge if I take a look.”
“Sure. I’ll take whatever is easiest.”
He disappears for a minute and then comes back holding a clear glass filled with water and about five ice cubes. “I don’t have any bottled but I have a filter,” he apologies.
“No. This is perfect. Thank you.” I take a sip of the cold water and sit the glass down on a wooden coaster laying on the coffee table. It has a Hawaiian design on it and I make a note of pointing it out. “Get this in Hawaii?”
He nods in response. “Yeah, I went there a few years ago andloved it.” He laughs to himself before continuing. “It was beautiful there. I’d love to go back someday but only with the right person. Sharing that beautiful place with someone, it should be someone who you want to have a good time with, not someone you’re miserable with.” He shakes his head at the memory. “Granted, I made the best of it. I did a lot of golfing.”
I nod because I understand. I went on several trips and would have had an even better time alone or in the company of someone else. He takes a sip of the water that he’s holding and looks lost in thought. I don’t think twice about asking him. “What are you thinking?”
He sits his glass down on the table and turns to face me on the couch. “I’m thinking we shouldn’t have wasted so much time apart. I replay all of our interactions, trying to see where I could have been better, done things differently. I had hoped one day you’d reach out to me, so today when you showed up, I knew you weren’t going to run off on me.”
“Brad, please know. You didn’t do anything wrong back then. I was immature, spontaneous, and not necessarily sometimes in a good way. What happened between us and the ending that we had was my fault and my fault alone. I can take responsibility for it and you need to know that I don’t blame you. I’m sorry.”
He wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in closer to him. “I don’t want to lose you again. It wasn’t right back then, all those times that we tried to be together, but I feel it’s right now and I want to. The question is, do you?”
It takes me only a nanosecond to start telling him yes.Yes, Yes, Yes.I lean forward and plant my lips on his. Our kiss goes from light to passionate in an instant. It only takes a second before I’m opening my mouth and letting him explore me with his tongue. His hands move from my shoulders to graze my arms andthen when he finally, finally reaches down and lightly squeezes my breast I’m so turned on I think my nipple might cut through my top.
He reaches down and tugs on the neckline of my top conveying he wants the thin barrier between us gone. Our heaving breathing and kissing has turned into aggressive making out and heavy petting and now I’m laying down with my back on the couch beneath Brad as he nips and tugs on my earlobe. I’m mere seconds from combusting from all of the foreplay. I need a release. When his lips pop free from my neck, I gently push his shoulders, trying to convey to him that I want to go from heavy petting to fucking riding him completely bare because I’ve waited years for him to get inside of me and feel this connection with him.
The first time we were together all those years ago it was heated but rushed. Tonight, we’ve taken our time, but now I want more. This time feels like something more between us. Like we are finally exactly where we should be.
He must get the message when my hands reach for his zipper, tearing it down with far more force than is necessary. He slides his hands behind my back finding the zipper to my jumpsuit. He pulls the zipper all the way down and yanks the jumpsuit down my body in one fell swoop. Now my jumpsuit and underwear are halfway down my legs and he’s slowly, painfully slowly moving his face down my body to meet the seam of my lips. I’m embarrassingly wet. So wet I’m worried I’m going to drip on his leather couch cushions.
My hands abandon his pants as he moves lower and lower down my body. His warm lips graze along my belly, leaving open mouth kisses on my skin. When his mouth finally meets my pussy I’m in heaven. His warm mouth softly kissing between my folds, his tongue peeking out to lick at my clit. When his tongue lapsat me, my hands fling out to his head and my fingers intertwine into his hair pulling him, urging him to not stop.
The sounds of pleasure coming out of me must spur him on because he starts to devour me. Licking, sucking, and gently biting my clit. Then when I think it can’t get any better, he slips one of his fingers inside me and my legs start to tremble in anticipation. While his tongue works its magic on me his finger moves in and out of my pussy. Every time he pushes his finger in, he finds that spongy spot inside of me, causing my hips to buck, and I can feel him chuckle against my core.
A moment later he hits that spot inside of me and sucks my clit so hard that my vision whites out as I come. Brad, much to his credit, slows his pace but continues to lick and suck on me throughout the orgasm. When my body feels completely spent and my orgasm has passed, Brad leans up on his forearms and stares down at me. The look in his eyes lets me know he enjoyed it as much as I did. I’ve never shared that look with a partner until now.
He moves to hover over me and he lines himself up. I can feel his hard shaft between my legs, brushing against my sex and my already sensitive pussy. He spends a minute rubbing the head of his cock between my folds, getting it wet, and the sensation of feeling him against me almost causes me to orgasm again. He raises up and sits back on his legs and grabs ahold of his cock, controlling the pace of him between my folds. This is the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. The sight of him holding his thick, veiny cock between two muscular thighs has me so close to orgasming again, I pinch my nipples in response.
I nudge my hips forward, trying to spur him on and get him to enter me.
“I… I don’t have a condom. Do you?”
His voice sounds husky and strained, desperate for release.
I shake my head no. It’s been forever since I’ve been with anyone, including my now ex-husband.
“Fuck,” he whispers as he leans forward again, putting our foreheads together. “I want you so bad.”
I don’t want to ruin the moment by bringing up our exes. “It’s been a very long time for me. I haven’t been with someone in awhile and I’m on birth control.”
His eyes snap open and he locks them with mine. I can feel him trying to nod as his forehead is plastered to mine. “I haven’t, either. I know I’m clean.”
I trust Brad. I always have and it’s that knowledge that has me saying the words. “Please, please don’t stop. I want you. I want this between us.” I don’t have to say another word for him to act. A second later, I feel him slide all the way inside me and we both moan out loud in pleasure together.
He moves in and out of me hitting me in all the right places. I can feel the orgasm building, he moves and stretches me, giving me that full feeling. The higher I go, the more I start to move with him, grinding on him with each pass as he pushes in, wanting him deeper and deeper. He raises up and grabs one of my legs, pushing it up to get in deeper; it works. He reaches down and with one hand he begins tugging one of my nipples. He pistons in and out of me, the tugging of my nipple and the earlier orgasm has me hitting my climax again.
“Give it to me, baby. I want to hear you,” he grits out between thrusts.
I moan as I come, my legs shaking and my heart pounding. My orgasm sets him off and as he presses further into me, I can feel him pulsing, coating my walls. This moment is everything I’ve wanted for years. I’m so overcome with emotions that I start tocry. Another first for me because I’ve never cried after having sex, but Brad has brought out these emotions in me.
Brad doesn’t say anything at first. He just leans his forehead against mine and keeps his weight off of me so as not to crush me beneath him. After a minute, he wraps his arms around me and rolls us so that I’m on top of him. “Baby, please don’t cry. Tell me what’s the matter.”
I can hear the emotion in his voice. I know I should tell him my thoughts but it takes me a few more moments of crying to get myself under control. “It’s just… it’s just that I haven’t felt connected to anyone like this before during sex. This means something to me and I’m just so happy that it’s finally happened with you.”
He lets out a breath as if he was holding it in fear of what I was going to say. He plants a tender kiss to my temple and holds me tighter on top of him. “I understand,” he whispers into my hair. We lay like that for a long while on the couch, holding each other, silent and soaking in the moment, not wanting to let each other go.
