of my breast.
Capturing my hands between his, he pulled them away from my breasts, forcing me to stand uncovered before him. Josh suckled on one erect nipple before crossing over to the next, where he suckled again. He gave it one last lick before kissing his way to the base of my neck. There he grazed my skin with his teeth, skimming more heat along my jaw until at last he found my lips.
I’d been panting through them, scarcely able to capture my breath when Josh covered my mouth with his. He held my arms aloft as we kissed, the taste and scent of my pussy exploding on my senses. He found my tongue with his, and he curled around it, pulling until I tingled down through my toes.
When at last he pulled away, he wore a seductive grin. “ Now it’s a good morning.”
Chapter Seven
By Monday morning, I’d had more sex in one weekend than I’d had over the past two years. We ran out of condoms more than once, and Josh left me alone long enough to retrieve reinforcements. I didn’t want to know where he got them from nor did I ask. I was too busy being amazed by his staying power. Not only that, he wanted to try everything with me and do it everywhere. The office, the shower, and even the garage hadn’t been spared. The few times I’d complained of being too sore, he’d gladly suggested my butt for use.
I’d politely declined.
Not to say that I’m opposed to anal sex, but it wasn’t something I’d done before. I figured if our relationship was going to last, I could save at least one “first” past our initial forty-eight hours together.
As I strode past Linda this morning, I couldn’t stop smiling. The blush I’d managed to stifle to a healthy flush, but my lips wouldn’t stay sealed. “Morning, Linda,” I mumbled, keeping my head down.
“Good morn—” Despite the fact I hadn’t slowed down, I could almost feel her curiosity grow. She hooted loudly, and that did stop me in my tracks. “About damned time!”
I faced her head-on, squinting my eyes. “What?”
“What’s that look?”
“What look?” I feigned interest in my red sleeveless turtleneck and calf-length skirt.
“All right, missy. When you feel comfortable enough, you’ll tell me about him, but for now I say about damned time .”
“Linda!” I laughed. If she wanted the sordid details, it would take more than innuendo and guessing to get them out of me. I was still wrapping my mind around the fact I’d begun a relationship with someone. His age, unfortunately, remained a big pink elephant in the room.
Any sane person in my position would tell me to move on. Why was his youth such a big deal?
I blame that too on my generation. The same one that expected men to go to work while wives stayed home and raised children. Where a wife’s duty was to forgive her husband after his mandatory midlife crisis affair. The world may be changing, but often too slowly to keep pace with the gossips.
Still grinning, I said, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That wiggle in your step does.” She chuckled to herself but went back to typing at the computer.
I made my way into my office, trying to disguise the hitch in my giddy up. I would kill Josh when I saw him again. At least we wouldn’t have sex again.
Well, not at first.
The day passed quickly, during which I received one blush-worthy text from my lover. I admonished his cheekiness and warned that if he didn’t get at least five pages done on his dissertation, there would be no dessert—typed in all caps—for him later. I assumed he went back to work, because I didn’t receive a reply.
As I was packing up to leave for the day, a good thirty minutes earlier than my usual time, Lou stopped by. I tried to tell myself that no matter what he asked or told me, I would not let it ruin my good mood.
And yes, I was in a good mood. I often thought about Josh and what we were doing. I thought about the long conversations we’d had in the night. The sleepy
Capturing my hands between his, he pulled them away from my breasts, forcing me to stand uncovered before him. Josh suckled on one erect nipple before crossing over to the next, where he suckled again. He gave it one last lick before kissing his way to the base of my neck. There he grazed my skin with his teeth, skimming more heat along my jaw until at last he found my lips.
I’d been panting through them, scarcely able to capture my breath when Josh covered my mouth with his. He held my arms aloft as we kissed, the taste and scent of my pussy exploding on my senses. He found my tongue with his, and he curled around it, pulling until I tingled down through my toes.
When at last he pulled away, he wore a seductive grin. “ Now it’s a good morning.”
Chapter Seven
By Monday morning, I’d had more sex in one weekend than I’d had over the past two years. We ran out of condoms more than once, and Josh left me alone long enough to retrieve reinforcements. I didn’t want to know where he got them from nor did I ask. I was too busy being amazed by his staying power. Not only that, he wanted to try everything with me and do it everywhere. The office, the shower, and even the garage hadn’t been spared. The few times I’d complained of being too sore, he’d gladly suggested my butt for use.
I’d politely declined.
Not to say that I’m opposed to anal sex, but it wasn’t something I’d done before. I figured if our relationship was going to last, I could save at least one “first” past our initial forty-eight hours together.
As I strode past Linda this morning, I couldn’t stop smiling. The blush I’d managed to stifle to a healthy flush, but my lips wouldn’t stay sealed. “Morning, Linda,” I mumbled, keeping my head down.
“Good morn—” Despite the fact I hadn’t slowed down, I could almost feel her curiosity grow. She hooted loudly, and that did stop me in my tracks. “About damned time!”
I faced her head-on, squinting my eyes. “What?”
“What’s that look?”
“What look?” I feigned interest in my red sleeveless turtleneck and calf-length skirt.
“All right, missy. When you feel comfortable enough, you’ll tell me about him, but for now I say about damned time .”
“Linda!” I laughed. If she wanted the sordid details, it would take more than innuendo and guessing to get them out of me. I was still wrapping my mind around the fact I’d begun a relationship with someone. His age, unfortunately, remained a big pink elephant in the room.
Any sane person in my position would tell me to move on. Why was his youth such a big deal?
I blame that too on my generation. The same one that expected men to go to work while wives stayed home and raised children. Where a wife’s duty was to forgive her husband after his mandatory midlife crisis affair. The world may be changing, but often too slowly to keep pace with the gossips.
Still grinning, I said, “I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That wiggle in your step does.” She chuckled to herself but went back to typing at the computer.
I made my way into my office, trying to disguise the hitch in my giddy up. I would kill Josh when I saw him again. At least we wouldn’t have sex again.
Well, not at first.
The day passed quickly, during which I received one blush-worthy text from my lover. I admonished his cheekiness and warned that if he didn’t get at least five pages done on his dissertation, there would be no dessert—typed in all caps—for him later. I assumed he went back to work, because I didn’t receive a reply.
As I was packing up to leave for the day, a good thirty minutes earlier than my usual time, Lou stopped by. I tried to tell myself that no matter what he asked or told me, I would not let it ruin my good mood.
And yes, I was in a good mood. I often thought about Josh and what we were doing. I thought about the long conversations we’d had in the night. The sleepy
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