I felt forever captured by her beauty, by her body, by her soul. We had a connection.
I was smitten. I was awoken. The sexual surge she unleashed in me was like the passion of a blind person who was gifted to see again; he wanted to see the whole world and would do so at full force.
A quick moment of insecurity surfaced and I felt like a woman must feel, wondering if a man would be there in the morning when she woke.
But something told me this was different. She was different. That she would be there in the morning. I just had to please her the right way to make sure she never wanted to go home. I had my PHD for more reasons than one. And it was time to show her.
Chapter Three
My eyes adjusted to the piercing break of dawn that shone through the floor to ceiling windows as I felt gentle licking on my face. I didn’t have to open my eyes to identify the giver. It was Yankee’s morning kisses. His hot breath caused me to turn away and moan. I needed to get shutters. And my dog needed to sleep longer.
I was having the best damn dream in the world and I didn’t want to wake; I wanted to keep reliving it. I dreamt of the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, coming to me in the night, giving herself to me. Releasing a year’s worth of celibacy. And to top it off, it was a gift from my wife. After one hot passionate sex session, two more adventures followed, and we gave each other the best orgasms of our lives.
I inhaled deeply and could still smell her scent. Sweet, refreshing, soft. I could still taste her, warm and sweet.
I could still see her writhing in pleasure as she shouted my name. I wanted to relive the dream. I didn’t want it to end.
“Rick,” she whispered.
Oh, it was working . . . the visualization and reliving the intense, incredible memory.
She giggled and touched my face. Suddenly my eyes popped opened and there was the face of the gorgeous goddess who visited me in the night, lying right in front of me, naked, and I jumped in startle.
“It’s okay. It’s me. It’s me.” She kept her whisper soft as she laughed. She ran her fingers through my hair in admiration and I closed my eyes again. Her touch paralyzed me. She cupped my face with her gentle hands and for once, for the first time in nearly a year, I awoke without my wife’s commentary, thoughts, and visits from dreams. Instead, there on the soft white sheepskin rug lie the “gift” she sent to me and told me to enjoy.
I opened my eyes again in complete bliss. “Hey,” my voice sounded low and husky, “you stayed.” I reached for her and pulled her close, inhaling her deeply. A feeling of warmth sent electricity through every cell in my body. It was an intense, comforting feeling. My thumb traced her bare lips.
“Of course I stayed, silly. You’re not getting rid of me that easy. I had to at least stay and see what you looked like in the morning.” She winked at me and I found her humor charming.
Then I remembered something—her parents and I sat up like one sits up when either a bucket of colder water is thrown over them, or the security system goes off in the middle of the night.
“What, what?” She sat up in alarm with the fur blanket dropping a little, teasing me with her bare breasts. She looked like a snow kitten surrounded in fur.
“Your parents!” I ran my hand through my hair. Shit. She did say her dad was Latin. Aren’t they the over protective type?
“What am I, like, eighteen?” she teased. “They are the progressive type. Besides I’m a grown woman. A college graduate.” Her blue eyes darted at me as she smiled proudly.
I let out a slow sigh of relief. I wasn’t entirely used to this whole thing—starting over. Well, I wasn’t used to it at all. I hadn’t dated or made it to third base with a different woman other than my wife since I was younger than Victoria. And back in those days, I was just learning for the first time about a woman’s body.
I let out a slow sigh of relief; my body wasn’t at risk of being filled with bullets from an angry father’s shotgun. I turned to her, reaching for her to come close in my arms. “Yeah you sure are a grown woman.” I cupped her voluptuous breasts and caressed them with slow, soft strokes. Her face, covered in her own huge smile, rested against my bare chest as we basked in the afterglow, and reveled in the moment of the two of us.
Past her, I could see the deck was covered in a light layer of snow. The morning sun sat perfectly over the lake and birds flew overhead. It was six am and at this time of the morning, when all was still and quiet, inspiration was at an all time high for my best writing. During winter, I usually turned on the electric fire pit and space heaters, layered up in sweats and scarfs with coffee in hand, and wrote my best work in the fresh, crisp air. Writing outside always inspired me. A sunroom wouldn’t even serve as a proper substitute. I needed fresh air. I needed to hear the soothing sound of the lapping water on the rocks and to hear the eagles squawking overhead.
“Want to see what I do here in the morning?” I asked, sort of shyly, anxiously hoping she would agree.
“I would love that.” She replied without missing a beat. “It’s so fucking sexy that you’re a hot writer. So like Johnny Depp in the movie The Secret Window.” She looked at me with dreamy eyes and pulled away.
Score. So, bonus for me for asking her to join me! It was an instant turn on for her. Gotta love that.
“Except, you’re not going to go all psycho-killer on me?” she teased.
“You’ll have to stay around long enough to find out.” I led her towards my room. “But, I need to get you some proper clothing because it involves being outside.”
I reached for her hand and led her to my bedroom. The door was open and in the middle of my room, a black bed with an ivory upholstered, silk headboard took center stage. Against the bamboo floor and the charcoal walls, the room was a total opposite than the rest of the house’s décor.
Seductive. Sultry.
On purpose.
“I love your bed. You have such great style. I mean, of course what did I expect? You’re Mr. GQ on campus . . . . ” She bit her lip as I led her towards the closed bathroom door where she stopped in front of me and leaned against.
“But I prefer you this way.” She whispered and pulled me close to her and kissed me hard, waking up Jr. I pulled away from her lips and kissed her neck as I opened the door behind her, she giggled as led her into the bathroom.
The bathroom was dressed with slightly fogged windows overlooking the lake. The all glass shower was adjacent to the plunging Jacuzzi bathtub. The two of us stood in front of the mirror. She, still loosely wrapped in the fur, and I in my boxers, and we caught glimpses of our morning after look. I immediately reached for my mouthwash and took a swig as she smoothed her hair and wiped away at the fallen makeup under her eyes. I gave her some mouthwash and we both spit in separate sinks.
“Are you trying to say something?” She teased.
“No, no . . . . ” Not at all! Dammit. I ran my hand through my hair feeling a little nervous still about our arrangement. I had never done anything like this in my life, had sex with a woman who wasn’t my wife. Like I said, I never made it past 3rd base until my wife. I met my wife when we were eighteen, at the same Catholic university I now teach. Premarital relations would get us both kicked out of school.
Of course we still engaged in the act of fornicating, just off campus in the back of my black Toyota 4-Runner. I smiled at the memory and looked down at my feet. That’s when I saw the fur blanket drooped at Victoria’s ankles and Richard Jr. had his morning cup of espresso. Before I even looked up at her, or in the reflection, she grabbed my hands and placed them over her breasts, in wild eagerness.
“I’m so hot for you. I want you so bad.” She took my other hand and placed it firmly on her hip as she wrapped her leg around me showing me that yes, she was hot and wet for me as our mouths found each other, kissing intensely, and passionately. We wanted each other.
So this is why older men always went for younger women. Their sex drive was through the roof!
“Shower,�
�� she whispered.
Obliging, I led her into the shower and turned on the water as our mouths never lifted away from each other. After adjusting the temperature, the shower door slam shut and I let the water wash over us. I took the bar of soap and worked a little cleansing magic as we continued to kiss until I didn’t have any more time. She pushed me down on the oversized bench and I was just about to pull her on top of me but she had other plans, other, grand plans for Richard Jr.
I moaned in pleasure as her moist lips glided deeply around Jr. Her plush lips reached the base and I braced myself with the tile and glass.
I hadn’t had Richard Jr. praised for over a year except last night. And, oh God, she went deep. I tried to concentrate on her. I wanted to enjoy the feeling. Hell, I did.
But I wanted her. Her. All of her now.
“That feels so . . . uh, . . . . ”
Her pointer found my lips telling me to hush as she swirled more with her tongue.
“Mazing . . . . ”
After a few intense, insanely pleasurable moments, I knew I had to switch to something else or I wouldn’t last.
In hungry need, I lifted her off the tile and placed her on the bench. She struggled out of protest. I spread her legs as she tried to get up again.
“Oh, Rick. Let me—”
“Shhh . . . . ”
This time, it was I who placed my finger across her pouty lips, eager to touch her other pouty lips.
“It’s just you’ve been so long with out it and I wanted to—” her voice wined.
And then she stopped as my thumbs delicately parted her pink slit, my tongue finding her pleasure nob. Her diamond in the rough. Lapping it, exploring, touching all the right places. Circles in slow, steady, firm, strokes. My hands playing with her nipples, twisting and turning as she moaned in pleasure. If there’s one thing about older men, we know women.
Her sighs escalated as she stirred uncontrollably.
“I can’t handle—”
“Shhh . . . . ”
More kissing, more stroking, more dragging my tongue pressing hard, letting the rough part of my tongue cover every centimeter of her tenderness.
And then she came. Loud, long, and it was my pleasure to keep sucking while I gently dabbed her pleasure center, paying careful attention to the ebbs and flow of her orgasm. This act alone made her wild. Just when I thought she was finished, she exploded to another series of spasms until she slouched on the bench, paralyzed in the aftermath of delight.
“Oh my, Professor Jacobs. You are a Professor for a reason.” She reached for me and I pulled her gently to her feet as water washed over us. The steam enveloped around us, escalated our own individual sexual heat.
“No one has ever made me feel that way. Ever. And that’s what I said last night.”
My hands gently caressed her wet, slippery shoulders. I looked at her childlike face. She looked so innocent, sweet. And something was happening to my heart. An intimate connection was forming stronger.
“I want you in me so bad, baby. Make me shout your name.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice. My hands found the bench once more and I sat down as I placed her on me. I felt the warmth of her surrounding my entire being and she let out a sigh of gratification.
Our lips found each other and we clung to each other as if we needed each other for air, for survival. I let her lead and let her go as deep as she wanted or as light. She chose the first. Thrust after thrust, our voices were in sync as the hot water covered our bodies.
Just when I was sensing her climax and I the same, I lifted her off of me and turned her around against the shower glass. I inserted into her smooth, slippery entrance from the back as my hand reached the front of her caressing her clit. The water ran down my back as her smooth back rubbed against my chest. I loved feeling closer to her like this.
She moaned in ecstasy, in high pitches. I could tell I had found her g-spot as she continued to sigh loudly in fast, escalating cries. In and out, I pushed deeply, but in tender control. Slow and steady. Deep thrust after deep thrust. Intoxicating sigh after sigh. And then, we climaxed at the same time. I never remembered myself being so vocal, but she brought out something in me. Something that hadn’t been awoken in a while.
Her petite body collapsed into my chest. I was nearly a foot taller than her so she had a lot of room to lay back and relax on top of me. I stumbled back to the bench as she sat on top of my thigh and let out a long sigh. “Wow, good morning.”
Yes, good morning indeed.
I felt inspired, euphoric. I enjoyed the moment immensely but suddenly, as if a lid was lift off a secret well in my brain, ideas floated out left and right. Plot ideas. Lines. And I knew I had to write.
But I didn’t want to ruin what we had.
I gently lifted her arms above her head in the steamy room after turning the water off. Her arms lay limp, brushing up against the window and I knew in that moment, she was mine. For the taking. But it wasn’t what I wanted to do with her.
I wanted her to understand me.
My soul.
And for some reason, I felt like she would. Maybe she already did. I kissed the skin below her biceps. Her elbow. Her wrists. It all tasted salty. And then I made my way back to her luscious lips.
“I want to show you what I do in the morning. How I write.” My voice sounded husky.
“Okay.” Her voice sounded like a little girl. “I’d like that very much.”
“That’s what I want to hear.” I protectively guided her out of the shower with both of my arms around her small frame, with a huge grin, feeling like a kid showing his secret tree house to a new friend. I kissed her face and her neck once more and wrapped a plush white towel around her and helped her dry off.
“So, . . . oversized Boston University Sweatshirt? My favorite White Sox t-shirt with my old soccer socks.” I handed them to her as she towel dried her hair.
“Oh, this is so hot. I knew you were an athlete.” She ran her fingers through her hair as she inspected the apparel.
I grabbed sweats for myself and walked back into the bathroom for a hair dryer for her. The whole time I felt her eyes on me.
“Here, why don’t you dry your hair at least so you won’t catch cold.”
“I don’t mind catching cold if it’s you nursing me back to health.” She slid her fingers down my bare chest sending chills, shooting me the most seductive look.
“Oh, I could do that.” I winked. “Coffee or espresso?” I called out while I headed for the coffee beans.
“Whatever you’re having,” she hollered out as the drier turned on.
I started the brew and even though the ideas were spewing like Niagara Falls, I couldn’t help but hide the huge grin on my face. I felt safe. I felt young again, and it felt nice to have a companion.
After her hair was dry, she sauntered into the kitchen with the socks high above her knees, and the t-shirt fitting her like a mini dress, looking like every man’s fantasy.
Chapter Four
There we sat by the fire. She covered up with piles of blankets yet her breath still omitted fog in the air. The space heater and fire pit working their magic. The smell of firewood always one of my top inspirations. The two of us sat at the table. I fired away fast at my Mac while she scribbled away her own composition with my spiral and a pen she had asked to borrow. Refusing any music when I asked if she needed any, she said she preferred the sound of the nature.
My perfect woman.
The two of us wrote in the serene morning, with music composed by overhead birds, the crackling of the fire, and the sipping and slurping of coffee.
“Have you ever had sex in the snow?”
I laughed and shook my head no.
“I’m sure it’s very freezing, though.”
“We should try it. At least, after your writing session.”
I laughed and nodded as I continued to write, smiling on the inside at her eager sex exploits. I caught her staring at me when I took
moments to think. One moment particularly, the keyboard had stopped and I saw her staring at me with her pen trailing along her teeth. She teased me as she inserted the pen into her open mouth, her hot breath fogged around it and Richard Jr. leapt.
I couldn’t help the feeling she gave me. She created a hunger in me that I never knew existed sexually. When I was married, the most we ever had sex was twice a day. And it was great sex.
But Victoria birthed in me a stamina. I adjusted myself after she teased me with that pen of hers but she traced the pen along her teeth and began sucking the pen in and out.
I’m pretty sure I let out a seductive growl as she giggled.
“Oh, you like that do you? Do you like shows?”
I nodded, transfixed.
“Well, then. Allow me.” She propped open her legs and for the first time I realized she wasn’t wearing any panties. “My panties were dirtied professor. Turns out, I’ve been very, very bad.” She said seductively. There on the arm rests, she sat spread eagle, with her knees resting over the chairs armrests, and I about fell off my chair, spilling my coffee. She laughed as she pleasured herself more.
There, surrounded by white snow, with my athletic soccer socks on, she took the pen and sucked it slowly, deeply, all the way to the cap. She then traced it between her breasts, as her left hand cupped her breast and she made light moaning noises as she went back to pleasuring herself.
She traced the pen down her stomach and was heading to her pleasure center and I couldn’t let the pen get any action.
I looked around on the sides of my deck at the surrounded snow covered trees and was thankful for the privacy. There were so many more things I wanted to do to her. For us to do together. And since she was initiating, . . . well, hell!
I was going wild on the inside and began taking my clothes off. All the while not taking my eyes off of what she was doing.
She then slowly lifted the pen’s edge to the top of her pleasure center, and I was aching to touch her tender flesh once more and make her scream my name.
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