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“Warm tea would be nice. Too late for coffee,” she replies, not taking her eyes off of the page.
I shut the double doors, leaving her be, and head to the kitchen. Do I even have any tea in the house? I start going through the cabinets and find some Old English, and it’s still within date.
I grab a mug and fill it up halfway with water, and then put it in the microwave for forty-five seconds. When the timer goes off, it’s steaming and I place the bag in it, dipping it into the hot water.
I grab myself a beer, and head back to the den to drop off her tea, but when I open the double doors, she is standing in my office chair and trying to get something off of the top shelf.
“What the hell are you doing? You’re going to break your neck.”
I rush over to the desk, set the drinks down, and grab her waist until she falls back into my arms. Her eyes lock on mine, and I lean in for a kiss.
Her lips are soft, and it’s nothing like I imagined. I always thought the first woman I kissed after my wife would make me feel disgusted, but there was a spark. This isn’t just some random woman I met at a bar. We clicked on a more personal level about literature, and not just by attraction.
When her lips let go, her eyes opened to allow me the honor of drinking in the beautiful blue color.
“I didn’t expect that, sorry.”
“No, I shouldn’t have kissed you. Did I make you uncomfortable?” I ask.
She gestures to the ground, and I put her down.
“Noah, with all due respect, we are grownups. We can kiss one another without feeling ashamed or awkward about it.”
I grab my beer without responding, and leave the room again, shutting the double doors to the den behind me. Why did I kiss her? We only just met and this isn’t like me. Leslie is an attractive and intelligent woman and she’s here at my house. I’m an idiot. Why am I acting like a thirteen-year-old boy with his first girlfriend?
The doors open, and her footsteps come to the living room until she is standing in front of me. “Noah, I’d love to kiss you again.”
Leslie stands there, staring down at me until I shake my head, and she straddles my lap. Her hands intertwine around my neck and she leans in. Her lips are nice, and I part my lips to give her more access. This is not how I saw my night going when I went to the bar.
My hands caress the small of her back, and my heartbeat races. Am I ready to sleep with someone? Leslie is date material, and I’d love to see her again after tonight, sex or not.
“We don’t have to do this. You can take the book and see me again sometime. No rush.”
She leans back a bit, and removes her shirt. “Gentleman like you are hard to find. I’m not letting you go.”
As her hips grind, I find myself growing harder and harder. My penis is begging to be set free. I unclasp her bra, and her beautiful breasts are just waiting for attention. I maneuver onto her back and take one of them into my mouth, nibbling on the nipple, and watching her head push back into the couch. It’s been way too fucking long.
My right hand slides down her abdomen, unbuttons her jeans, and slips underneath her panties. She is almost ready. The wetness already accumulated helps my finger ease inside, and a slight moan erupts from her throat, so I insert a second and work them in and out until I almost have her on the edge.
Even if it’s been four years since I’ve been inside a woman, the thrill is still there. The most attractive thing is hearing the woman moan and beg for more. I’m the one taking them to the edge and making them spill over. All the ecstasy they are feeling is because of me. Leslie will be begging for more by the end of the session.
She moves my hand, and grabs the sides of her jeans, and slides them down her legs, until her underwear and jeans are on the floor. The sight of her naked body on my couch makes my dick ache.
“Let me take care of you,” she says, sitting up on the couch, but I stop her.
“All I want to do is get inside of you.”
Leslie giggles and lays back on the couch as I position myself on top of her with one leg arched up on the back of the couch and the other hooked behind my ass. As my dick slides into her, it’s like electricity shoots through my entire body, and I realize exactly what I’ve been missing. I just needed to get out of my head.
I slam into her, and she moans right into my ear. Like I can get any harder. All this time, I have been holding back, and as soon as I step away from the dating apps, I meet her. Where has she been?
She pushes me off, and leans me back on the couch, easing herself on top of me, and swivels her hips to drive me into an absolute rampage. If she doesn’t stop, I won’t last much longer. She is going to think I’m incompetent. So, I place my hands on her hips, forcing her to slow down.
Her nipples are hard, and I thread them in between my thumbs which causes her to speed up again, and before I can stop her, we are both spilling over the edges.
“Fuuucccckkkkkkkk.”
Her hips stop, and she kisses me before easing off of me and grabbing her shirt. Guess that means there is no time for cuddling, huh?
