“I know, I know. I’m not trying to, it just kind of happened. Nate was horrified by it, too. I don’t normally see him since we exchange the kids through daycare, but he picked up some stuff from the house the other day and he was like, ‘JESUS, what happened to your boobs?!’”
“Well, he has a point! I especially don’t want you losing those.”
“I know, but it’s not like I can control where it comes off, Matt.”
Now at 144 pounds I was definitely NOT too skinny. But I too was mourning the loss of my boobs which had dropped almost two cup sizes. He didn’t make a big deal about it, but he obviously noticed and probably mourned the loss of them right along with me. I hoped he wasn’t too disappointed. He always told me he preferred thicker women.
“Okay, so… tell me about Miami. What did you think?”
Brooke and I had already told him most of our stories, but he wanted to know what I thought about the city overall. “We liked it a lot, I mean, we had a great time and the beach is gorgeous, of course. But we were both surprised at how 1960’s it still looks down there. It was like being in a time warp. There doesn’t seem to be a lot of new construction like there is at Myrtle Beach.”
“Yeah, I think all the renovating goes on inside. The buildings and the neighborhoods are so well established, but then you go inside and have these incredible open, modern spaces… I love it.”
“It was very cool, but man, I bet it is hot as hell fire in the summertime. I think I would die in the heat. I definitely couldn’t run outside while we were there and it was the end of September!”
“Oh, you’d get used to it.”
“Spoken like a man who wears long sleeves to run in 65 degree weather!” I teased.
“Well, I guess you are just way hotter than me,” he said with a wink.
He was quiet for a moment and I noticed a very faraway look in his eyes. “I love how everything is so busy and trendy down there, and it’s so international. It’s like being in another country.”
“I totally agree. We probably would have had a lot of fun down there together.” I couldn’t resist. I knew that horse was dead, but I was going to keep beating it anyway.
“I know, baby,” he said, grabbing my hands and kissing them. “We will soon, okay? But right now my business is multiplying like crazy down there. I need to find a way to work there at least half of the time, you know?” he added, “I need to get with Ron Lassiter about maybe seeing if I can work out of one of the South Florida branches. I’m missing out on a huge market.”
“That’s great, babe. I’m glad you are doing so well down there. It sounds like you are getting tons of referrals.”
It wasn’t that great though; not for me. I had very mixed feelings about him being down there more often. Geographically, it didn’t matter where he was. He certainly had the means to travel anywhere he needed to go, and of course I wanted him to be happy, ultimately. Moving to Miami would likely mean the end of his marriage, according to him–like a new start. But it still didn’t sit well with me. Maybe it was just my own insecurity, but the idea of him being single down there, out on the beach with all those beautiful women around made me crazy. It’s not like there weren’t hot ladies in every city, but Miami was a different monster entirely. Down there, everyone was toned, tanned, waxed, and high-heeled up to the hilt. They seemed to have sex and money on the brain all the time. I swear all of the women were tall, with legs up to their necks. With all that at his fingertips, and no wife, why would he even bother with Ms. Average Tied-to-Two-Kids in Raleigh, North Carolina anymore? But there was no use in me worrying about it now. Certainly, the idea of him putting me on a plane to come visit him in South Beach on my “off” weekends was a nice fantasy.
But I could never admit that I had these thoughts. I was always very careful to appear easygoing and fun, not wanting him to see me feeling vulnerable or needy. Because for the first time in my life, I was scared a man would leave me. I told him he should do whatever made him happy, and if that meant moving, so be it. He bent forward in his chair to rub my knees and, naturally, I took that as an invitation to jump out of my chair and into his lap, straddling him. That turned out to be a difficult dismount in the tight little denim skirt I was wearing, but he didn’t seem to mind me hiking it up just before I attacked his face with my mouth.
“Well, hi there, Miss Mallory,” he said, half laughing and at the same time trying to kiss me back.
“Hi.”
“Babe, we just got here. You want to rush right into this?” he said, still snickering.
“Yes. Yes, I do. You don’t?”
“Oh, I do, but we haven’t had any wine or anything. I thought we might get some lunch first?”
“I want you for lunch.”
I continued to chomp on his delicious face until he admitted defeat and we moved over to the nearest bed, lying face to face. I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his arms within seconds, moving quickly to remove his undershirt too. I had to get to his chest, and fast. He lifted my shirt over my head as well, leaving behind the periwinkle bra that I knew he liked. I pulled him on top of me, burying my face into him, my skirt bunched up around my waist as the seam of his black jeans slid perfectly up and down against me. I kissed his chest and he groaned, increasing the pressure from his hips. My legs lifted around him and I brought him closer to me as my fingertips dragged down his muscular back.
I wanted him to just take me right there, to rip my underwear off to the side and to want me so badly that we couldn’t even get the rest of our clothes off. His rib cage heaved and his skin grew tight and hot to my touch as I brushed my hands through his soft chest hair. He moaned as I placed my mouth on his nipple while gripping his ass and grinding him hard up against me. He flipped the lining of my bra down and did the same to me, one side at a time. I was practically hyperventilating as I reached down, frantically clawing to unfasten his belt and unbutton his jeans, pushing his pants and boxers down around his hips with my legs. But something was wrong.
He wasn’t hard. I was confused. I even put my hand around him to make sure, but there was no doubt about it–nothing was happening. He kept kissing me and touching me. He seemed to be in decent spirits and overall good health, but that’s not the sort of thing you can ignore for very long in that state of undress. I didn’t know what to say or if I should say anything at all. I kept looking to him to give me some sort of clue as to how to proceed. He did get a sort of pained expression on his face, but he still played it very cool. He just grabbed my face with his hands and kissed me, saying, “Hey, sweetie. I know you probably won’t love this idea, but do you think we can maybe go grab some food and relax for a while first? I really need to eat.”
Oh… eating… okay. So maybe in older men their erections are directly proportional to their mealtimes. What did I know? I knew I didn’t want to continue lying there making him feel bad about it. So of course I answered, “Sure babe, where do you want to go?” as if nothing was amiss. In my head, I’m ashamed to admit my first thought was, Well shit, I might lose this bet after all. My second thought was Oh God oh God oh Jesus please let this be lack of food related and not because he suddenly realized he doesn’t want me anymore.
We got our few items of missing clothing back on, he patted his hair back down, and we headed out of the hotel. He knew I was a terrible driver so right away he offered to drive. At the time, I had minivan, which was mammoth in size. It seemed like a good idea a few years ago when I was having my second child, but now it was seriously cramping my up-and-coming MILF lifestyle. Although Matt and I often joked about getting it on with all those seats folded down in the back. “If this van’s a’rockin’, don’t come a’knockin’…”
This was the first time I had ever been in his BMW. It was kind of cluttered, actually. Knowing he was so meticulous about his appearance, I was sort of happy to see his car was a hot mess because I had car cleaning deficiencies of my own. His racing bike, with the wheels off, was taking up the e
ntire back seat.
We stopped in at Liberty Oak over in the historic area of town. He ordered a cheese plate and a bottle of Pinot, and we sat there for a while talking and laughing like we always did when we were together. But this time we were out in a restaurant alone, just the two of us. I could hold his hand across the table… and I did. I could brush my leg up next to him… and I did. I could gaze at him lovingly with my best bedroom eyes… and I did. I could drink half a bottle of wine very quickly on a mostly empty stomach… and, boy did I. It was just so nice, a leisurely lunch filled with those simple little moments that other people take for granted every day. As I sat across from him, smiling like a fool, I wondered if he appreciated them as much as I did. It was at that moment that he grabbed my hand and tenderly kissed the back of it, so maybe he did. I excused myself to the ladies room and when I returned he was paying the bill and was ready to go.
We were in a very quaint part of town, so we drove around for a few minutes checking out the area. As much as I wanted to get back to the hotel, I found myself completely content to just sit there and listen to the sound of his sweet southern voice as we took in the sights. I ran my fingers along the back of his head as he drove, his hand placed gently on my thigh for the ride back.
At the hotel, I grabbed some of my shopping bags out of my car so I could show him what I had purchased, hoping to wear some of it later for dinner. Then we went back inside the room. I set my bags down on the nearest bed and sat on the opposite one. He followed soon after, sitting next to me and hoisting my legs up into his lap, removing my sandals and massaging my feet, which he knew was the fastest way to my heart. Lord knows I didn’t want to touch anyone else’s jacked up feet, but I was more than happy to offer mine up for some rubbing to anyone, anywhere. I’m not sure if I ever did touch his feet, but if I did, that was some true love right there.
He continued to rub my feet for a few minutes while I lay back against the pillows giggling, partly because it tickled, and partly because I was still a little buzzed. I was in absolute heaven. I tossed my head back, ooohing and ahhhing over how fantastic and firm his hands felt against my skin. That man knew how to use his hands. Suddenly, I felt a soft set of lips gently kissing the tops of my feet followed by the inside of my ankle. His hands massaged the backs of my calves as he covered my lower legs with kisses, stopping every few seconds to lock his eyes on mine to make sure I was paying attention. I most definitely was… now. He traveled slowly upward, gripping my knees as he crawled between them, kissing and brushing his tongue lightly over my thighs, which tensed and started to tremble as his face got closer and closer to where I wanted so desperately for him to be. My eyes grew as big as saucers as he pushed my skirt up past my hips, and I really thought he was going to go for it. But instead he stopped and rested his head for a moment, in the apex of my thighs, his hot breath bouncing off of my skin while I just waited and waited. He was teasing me. He smiled knowingly as he rubbed me gently over the top of my lacey underwear, creating a wet spot through the satin material under his fingers, watching me as I writhed underneath him, begging for it. “Baby… Please…”
He continued moving his entire body higher, almost climbing me, running his hands under the seam of my shirt and lifting it over my head, pinning the sleeves above me with my arms still in them just long enough to drive me absolutely wild. The idea of being just a little bit trapped underneath his delectable smelling body like that was so incredibly sexy to me.
“Well, hello,” he said, so pleased with himself, as he finally reached my face. He combed his fingers through my hair and kissed me with such delicious slowness that I forgave him instantly for not putting his mouth on me moments before. If he had, I wouldn’t have been able to kiss him quite like that, and that would have been a damn shame because I loved kissing him so much.
“Good afternoon, sir,” I responded, staring longingly into those beautifully lashed brown eyes of his. He flashed me a cocky grin as he came in for another kiss. He sucked in his breath and pressed against me more forcefully this time, wrapping one hand around my neck and holding my mouth tightly against his as he thrust his heated tongue into mine over and over again. I attempted to get his shirt unbuttoned at the same time but lost all sense of coordination from his deepening kiss. I broke away from his lips, clung to him around his shoulders, and began to kiss the entire side of his face, chewing on his earlobe for just a moment before murmuring, “Matt, don’t make me wait anymore. I need you so bad right now, baby…” He softly uttered my name and turned his head to meet my mouth again. I finally managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and pushed it down his arms. My concern that we might have a repeat of the trouble earlier was quickly put to rest as he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him; this time he was nearly busting out of his jeans. I guess he knew what he was getting into with that whole foot rubbing business.
Clothes began flying everywhere. I had matched my underwear as I always did for him, but we were suddenly in such a frantic hurry to fuck each other that I don’t think he even noticed. The race was on to see who could get the other person completely naked first. He won. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off then yanked my skirt and underwear down off my legs in one smooth motion before I could even get near his pants. He stood up and very quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head and kicked his jeans and boxers to the floor, climbing back on his knees toward the middle of the mattress where he had laid me out. He positioned himself perfectly between my thighs, leaning down on top of me to cup both of my breasts with his hands and knead them firmly, twisting my nipples with his fingers and sucking them with such voracity that it took my breath away. I could feel the hard shaft of his naked cock rubbing rhythmically against me with such intense friction; I nearly lost all sense of control before he even entered me, just from the exquisite feel of his skin on mine.
He sat up to reach for a condom, tore it open, and started to put it on before I had time to process what was happening. I just looked up at him and smiled, “Hey, Mattie… I’m on the pill now.” He furrowed his brow and puckered his lips as if he wasn’t sure he comprehended what I was telling him for a second. He then declared “Oh! Well, we don’t need this, then!” as he pulled it off and chucked it over his shoulder.
He aligned the blunt tip of his cock against my opening and slid into me so carefully, so painstakingly slowly, it was almost torturous, as if he was afraid we would both burst into flames at any moment. I immediately arched my back and cried “OH GOD, MATT!” as my body expanded around him, begging him to go deeper. He eased my legs back as he withdrew slightly and then, grabbing my knees, plunged himself into me with the full force of his hips, causing us both to shudder with pleasure.
“Ohhh, Mallory, you feel so good, baby,” he moaned. I wound my legs around him tightly and his hands locked my hips in place, so much so that his fingers left indentations as he used them to brace himself into a slow, steady rhythm of powerful thrusts. Having no condom between us heightened every sensation for us both, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he would take me over the edge. Our bodies completely merged together, we rocked against each other, every push from him making me cry out in ecstasy, so often, that I apologized to him for being so loud.
“I’m sorry, baby, it’s just so good, I can’t take it…”
“Oh God, Mal, please don’t stop telling me that.” He slowed to kiss me, “I love it when you talk to me, baby. Here–come up here…” he said and gently lifted us both upright, my legs still wrapped around him as he kneeled on the bed. He weaved his arms up under mine, his hands running up through my hair, now dripping with sweat. He held my head prisoner against his delicious lips, sliding his tongue in and out of me like he was fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as he penetrated me below. I couldn’t scream because his lips were still covering mine, but he could feel the vibration of my moans filling his mouth. He took his lips away to spread kisses down my neck, shoulders, and chest, just before withdrawing himself from my body, leaving me aching
for more. But his absence was short-lived, as he grabbed my hips and flipped me over carefully, re-entering me from behind, pulling me down tight against him with his arms around my waist.
I lifted my entire back against his chest, laying my head back with my sweat-drenched hair over his shoulder as he resumed thrusting. He reached around me and held me there, his forearms resting on my pelvic bone while both of his hands ran over me, back and forth across my clit, while he thrust harder, faster, deeper. I felt like I was descending into madness and cried out “Ohhh, right there… Oh God, harder right there, baby!” Just after I heard his moan and felt him push, I completely lost control with every muscle in my body clamping down around him. As the waves of bliss hit me, I grabbed his thighs, squeezing with everything I had, finally collapsing against his chest. He gently kissed the side of my face. My cheeks were still burning up from sweat and tears and my ears were still pounding, but I knew he liked to be on top. So after I was able to catch my breath, I suggested we lie back down. He seemed relieved, and almost as exhausted as I was.
We stopped briefly as I lay back down. I slid my hands up under his ears and pulled him back down on top of me.
“You still okay, sweetie?” he asked as we lay there kissing, chest to chest, his cock resting comfortably against my stomach where I was able to reach down and stroke him.
“I’m great. Give me more… please…”
He shifted downward and lifted my legs up, slipping into me inch by gorgeous inch as I cried, “Oh, Gooood!” until he was all the way inside me once again. I could never get enough of that feeling. He started to make love to me again very slowly, very sweetly, very passionately, covering me with kisses, stroking his hands up and down my legs, and taking it very easy on me while I recovered from my previous orgasm. I brushed my lips all over his chest and I could have stayed there forever, but I knew he was getting tired and needed to finish. He looked to me for cues and before long I was feeling that familiar stir deep down in my belly. “Matt, harder, baby, harder please…” I begged him. He increased the pressure. “A little faster, baby, faster… please…” and he thrust faster. “Right there… just like that.” He gave me everything he had left, and I could feel my body starting to clench up, much like his jaw was when I gazed up at his face. He was ready. “Oh God… don’t stop… stay inside me, baby… please don’t stop…”
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