I leaned in and lightly traced her lower lip with my tongue. She stayed stiff for a moment, but then began to relax. “If I do something you don’t like, all you have to do is tell me to stop,” I panted as I rested my forehead against hers. “I promise, I’ll stop.”
“I know,” she whispered before I connected our mouths, this time diving in right away. My tongue rubbed against hers and she began squirming in my lap. I knew what was happening with her, and it thrilled me to think I was turning her on the way she did me. Before my nerves could make me stop, I placed my hand on her knee. My palm slowly slid upwards, stopping right at the bottom of her skirt. When she didn’t stop me, I slipped underneath it. Her entire body shuddered against me as I moved up her thigh; I kept moving. Ever slowly, I made my way up until I felt the edge of her panties. I stopped at that point just to give myself time. I had no intention of blowing in my jeans, but things were heading that way. I’d never gotten this far with Shar. I’d wanted to for a while, but I always stopped us. “Trev?” she gasped as I plucked at the elastic. “I need… I mean I want,” her fingers curled into the collar of my shirt as she tightened her grip on me.
“Trust me,” I whispered as I kissed her again. This was it. I was going to touch her. I was here, and there was no turning back. I knew sex was in the future, but this was the closest we’d gotten, and there was something naughty about doing this in a public place.
My hand drifted along the elastic toward the inside of her thighs, and as I got closer she relaxed and let them part slightly. My fingertips brushed over the cotton of her panties, and she sucked in a breath. “Trust me,” I whispered again. I needed her to remember it was me, and I wasn’t pushing her to do anything. We’d both get something out of this.
I lifted the elastic with my fingertip and slipped underneath. Sharron began to squirm against me once again, and that heat… holy fucking hell. She was already wet, the dampness of her panties proved it. I traced blindly along her center, and it must have been like the key because her thighs relaxed even more as my hand settled between them. “Trev,” she panted against my neck from where her head was resting on my shoulder. “Oh god, Trev,” she licked a path up to my ear and nibbled as I toyed with her. It was warm, wet, and slick, and the more I played with it, the more desperate we both became. My dick was throbbing in my pants and begging me for relief, but hearing the soft mewls of pleasure coming from Sharron was enough.
I pinched her clit causing her to bite down on my lobe, which made us both groan. As she started to quiver more, I slipped a finger inside her. “You are so sexy,” I whispered. “I want you so bad right now. You don’t even know how bad my cock is throbbing for you,” I pulled back and dipped a second finger in as my thumb moved around her clit. Sharron buried her face deeper in my neck as she began to whimper. I’d never seen her orgasm before. We’d never gone this far. I didn’t even know if she’d ever done this for herself. I know after we’ve had a makeout session I usually have to go home and beat off, but did girls do that?
“Let go. I’ve got you,” I whispered as I moved my fingers faster. Within a minute or so I felt her walls tighten on my fingers. They squeezed me like a vise as her body shook in my lap. She went lax against me and a small giggle escaped as I slowly removed my fingers from inside her. If I’d had it my way, I’d stay there forever but I knew that couldn’t happen, and the hard-on in my jeans quickly reminded me that I had bigger problems to deal with. “Thank you,” I murmured as I pressed a kiss to her temple. She’d gotten a hold of herself and was currently moving back to her seat. I didn’t want her to, but I wasn’t going to push. I’d pushed enough today. “For trusting me,” I clarified when she glanced in my direction.
“I’ll always trust you, Trev. I’m just sorry you’re uncomfortable,” she eyed the bulge in my pants.
“I’ll live,” I brushed her off, but the truth was I was already getting the signs of blueballs. I’m sure the inevitable stomach ache would show up soon.
“Hey,” I nudged Sharron as we stepped out of the last museum. “Wanna grab a movie after dinner,” I winked and waited to see what she’d say. I had a feeling it was big fat ‘no’, but I had hopes. “Forget it,” I waved as I opened the door to the cab I’d flagged down. I didn’t want to pressure her, that is the one thing that’s never changed.
“I’d love to,” she laughed as she climbed in. “Maybe this time we can have a different ending to the evening,” she giggled as I slid in behind her.
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” I smirked.
“This time you can score a homerun instead of just a triple,” she shrugged innocently before bursting into laughter. “What? You think I don’t know what you’re doing? I know you Trev. I knew you back then, and I know you now. I haven’t forgotten what we were like. I liked us that way, and I’m having fun remembering it all. There are some perks now though,” she mused.
“Like what?” I shifted to face her.
“Like I don’t have a curfew, and you can come into my bedroom, oh… and we don’t need condoms,” a cloud washed over her face before she pushed it away. “You know what I mean,” she waved her hand in the air.
“I love you,” I hugged her to my side. “You don’t have to be happy all the time, you know? It is nice to hear you laugh again though.”
“I know,” she leaned her head on my shoulder as we made our way back to the hotel to get ready for dinner. Today was a perfect day, and I planned to make tonight just as perfect.
WE NEVER MADE it out to the movies last night; we didn’t even make it out to dinner. When Sharron and I got back to the hotel, we kinda forgot about anything other than what we wanted at that exact minute. The cab ride had been filled with sexual tension, and when the elevator door dinged open to take us to our room, it lit the fuse between us. The doors had closed, and our bodies slammed together like two super powered magnets. I’d never seen Sharron be so bold. I’ve always been the one to start things unless we were locked away in a room. Sharron was starting to spread her wings though, and I wasn’t going to be the one to stop her.
“Let’s order in,” she mumbled as she shoved me against the wall of the elevator. “Dinner in bed,” the words were muffled as she pressed her mouth to mine. My body hummed in pleasure as her hands glided up my chest and linked around my neck. “Don’t really feel like going out,” the words were rushed as she tilted her head to the side and deepened the kiss.
I couldn’t help but groan. I’d dreamed of the day she’d take charge and tell me what she wanted. I’d hoped that I could coax this side out of her for years. I’d given up when the kids came along. Any recklessness she’d had, died back then but right now I was willing to do anything she asked. “Shar,” I mumbled as I skimmed my palms down her back and cupped her ass. “I’m not really thinking about food right now,” I squeezed as she leaned in and pressed another kiss to my lips, this time nibbling the bottom one. I growled, I couldn’t fucking help it. She was amping me up, and I was ready to take her right here if she didn’t stop. “Shar, let’s get in the room…now!” it came out more forceful than I intended, but she didn’t seem fazed by it at all. One hand slipped from my shoulder and went straight for my cock. She stroked me through my pants, causing my eyes to roll back as my head hit the wall.
“Somebody’s in a good mood,” she giggled as she moved to cup my balls. “I think I can help with this, officer. I think a little frisking is in order,” she released me just as the elevator dinged. When the doors opened, she stepped into the hallway and glanced over her shoulder, “Coming?”
I swallowed. This vixen was going to kill me tonight. I was so getting paid back for all the teasing I did today. I wasn’t complaining though. Nope. This right here is what I’ve been hoping for for months. “Oh yeah,” I snickered. “More than once.”
I DON’T KNOW what’s come over me the last few days. I left the house on Friday in a pissed off mood. I wanted no part of this weekend, and the idea that Trevor was forcing it o
n me made me even more angry. I have to say, I was wrong. I’m glad I came, and the more time I spend with him the more I remember why I fell in love with him in the first place. Trevor’s really the only experience I have, and I’m ok with that. We learned to please each other together, and crossed pretty much every milestone as a couple. All those awkward moments that you have as a teen, we have. We fumbled through losing our virginity, first kisses, telling the other we love them, intimate touching, telling the other we were sorry, and now fixing what was broken. I feel like it shouldn’t be this easy. That going away for a weekend shouldn’t be an instant fix. It should be harder, and I deserve for it to take longer. After what I put him through, it’s hard for me to accept that he’s forgiven me. What happens when we go home tomorrow? What are Trevor’s brothers going to think? What will Ken and Mikey think? I practically tore this family apart, and a few ‘I’m sorrys’ don’t seem like the remedy that we need.
As we burst through the hotel room door, I pushed all those doubts away as I stared down my husband. My very hard and erect husband. His eyes were wild as he watched me like a lion stalking a rabbit. “We’re alone now. What are you going to do with me?” he motioned to the bulge in his pants.
I let my mouth curl up on one side as I turned the lock on the door behind me. “Not sure yet,” I shrugged as I reached for the hem of my t-shirt. I pulled it over my head and tossed it behind me. “Your turn,” I waved my finger up and down in front of him. “Take it off.”
He snickered as he reached behind his neck and yanked his shirt over his head, letting it drop to the floor. “Bossy,” he snickered again. “I like it.”
“Keep going,” I urged as I stepped out of my sandals and removed my capris. Trevor’s khakis hit the floor, and when he went to step out of them he realized he was still wearing his shoes. “I got it,” I sauntered closer. He paused and smiled at me as I stopped in front of him. “You really ought to remember to take your shoes off. You could fall and hurt yourself,” I laughed as I kneeled down in front of him. He chuckled as he lifted his feet one at a time while I removed them. Before he could move, I tipped my head back and looked up at him. “You forgot something,” I licked my lips as my hands ghosted up the outside of this muscular thighs, over his hips, and gripped the waistband of his boxer briefs. “These are going to be in the way,” I tugged at them, and as they slipped over his hips, his cock sprang free bouncing right in front of me. He groaned as I stopped and stared at it, swollen and hard. “That’s more like it,” I giggled before wrapping my fingers around him and stroking him from base to tip.
“Shar,” he warned. “I’m hanging on by a thread right now.”
“Un huh,” I muttered as I leaned closer and blew across the tip. “I just want a kiss,” I murmured before wrapping my lips around the tip and giving a gentle suck.
“Fuuuuck!” he hissed as he jerked slightly against my hand.
“You see,” I pulled back and batted my eyes innocently up at him. “I remember things too.”
AS SHARRON’S HOT little mouth wrapped around me sending me into oblivion, I let her words sink in. She remembered too. Between her hand cupping my balls and that wicked tongue swirling around the tip of me, I didn’t think my brain was going to function. I can’t tell you the last time I got a blow job. It’s the truth too. Oral sex fell to the way side when we started trying to get pregnant. Sex turned into more of a job, than pleasure, and I never pushed for it. Now, as I feel her Hoover of a mouth on me I remember why I loved getting them from her so much. The ‘things’ she’s talking about? I remember them too.
“Shar,” I swallowed as I tried to catch my breath. We’d been parked in my car behind the school for the last hour making out. I’d been wanting to take things further tonight but I kept holding back.
“What’s wrong?” Sharron cupped my jaw with one hand as her other hand paused where it had been rubbing me through my jeans. She’d never been brave enough to touch skin, but she’d worked up the courage last week to actually touch my dick through my jeans. I couldn’t blame her though. After that day at the movies last month, I hadn’t touched her either. I’d been thinking about it though, and some other things too.
“Nothing,” I murmured as I moved in to kiss her again. My tongue ran long her bottom lip before sinking back inside and as I leaned in, she instinctively leaned back causing us to lie down on the back seat. It was cramped, so one leg hung down bracing against floorboards, but she wasn’t stopping me. I’d covered us in a blanket for warmth, and we’d steamed up the windows. Sharron moaned as I moved my hand from where it was cupping her breast to slide under the blanket and caress her thigh. Without putting much thought into it, I let it drift under the skirt she was wearing and make a beeline for her center. After watching her fall apart in my lap the last time, I was dying to feel it again. I was addicted to Sharron plain and simple, and I knew if I was going to get her to sleep with me, we needed to be moving in that direction.
“Trev,” she sighed as her back arched and she began to rub herself against me. “Feels good,” she moaned before kissing me again. Adrenaline rushed through me as I carefully shifted to hover over her. “You trust me, right?” I was shaking in anticipation of what I was about to attempt. I heard about this, but had never done it. I had no idea what to expect, but I had hopes that Sharron would like it.
Her head jerked as she nodded quickly, putting me into action. I used both hands to slide up under her skirt and slip her panties down her thighs. She started to protest, and I reminded her “trust me.” “I don’t want to have sex tonight. I’m not ready,” she sounded a little panicked.
“We’re not going to,” I smiled nervously. “I just,” I sucked in a deep breath, gathering my nerves “I just want to kiss you,” my eyes darted to where she was still covered by the fabric of her skirt “down there.”
“Ok,” she whimpered slightly. “I don’t know…” the words trailed off as I went back to work removing her panties. I tossed them in the front seat so we’d be able to find them later before I used my index finger to rub her. Sharron moaned again, and I lowered myself on top of her all the while rubbing her center while my tongue went back to exploring her mouth. I knew I needed to get her back in the moment and not thinking about what I wanted to do if this was going to work.
As I felt her body relax beneath me, I started slowly moving down it. My fingers slipped from inside her to help me brace myself while my lips placed light kisses to any exposed skin I could find. It wasn’t much being winter, but I managed to keep going. When I slipped the blanket down, I saw her shaking and it concerned me. Did she think I was going to hurt her? “Relax,” I whispered as I pushed her skirt higher and coaxed her thighs farther apart. “I just want a kiss,” I mumbled as I leaned forward and nuzzled my face on her inner thigh. “Trev,” she stiffened slightly, but I pushed on. It was nerves, plain and simple but from what my friends said, girls really liked it once they experienced it. “Trust me,” I sighed before letting my tongue slip out and taste her. She jolted in surprise as her legs stiffened even more, but when I probed deeper, she relaxed.
“Trev,” she panted as her hips rocked up toward my face more. “Oh god, Trev,” she squirmed and I had to use one of my hands to hold her still. I swirled my tongue around teasing her clit before slipping it inside her, causing both of us to groan. My dick was so hard it felt like it was going to rip my pants and everything I’d said I’d do flew out the window when I heard the way she responded to me. Knowing that she liked it, was all that mattered. I shifted my weight as I moved back to her clit and added my fingers to the mix. Sharron’s head thrashed to the side before I felt her hands grab onto my hair. She pulled…HARD as her knees bent and her heels dug into my back. “Trev!” she screamed as she started shaking before her entire body went lax.
I remembered that night like it was yesterday, and I also remember what she said to me when I finished. Right now though, thinking was the last thing I was able to do as I looked down at he
r bobbing away, lost in her task. I could feel my balls tightening, and I knew I was about to blow. “Shar?” I gasped as I pushed at her cheek. “I’m gonna come.” She swatted me away as a mumbled ‘no’ came from her lips before she hollowed her cheeks one last time, causing me to fall over the edge. My muscles tensed as the orgasm overtook me and a groan slipped out.
When she finished, Sharron slowly stood and faced me as she wiped at her mouth all the while grinning. “You are full of surprises today,” I chuckled as I tried to remember what I was going to do.
“I try,” she giggled as she shrugged before turning away from me.
“Oh no you don’t,” I grabbed her around waist before she could escape me, and tossed her on the bed. She bounced once before I scrambled over her letting my weight hold her in place. “It’s my turn now,” I promised as I gripped her panties and gave a quick yank, causing them to tear from her body. She yelped as I slowly slithered down her body, pausing at the apex of her thighs. “Spread ‘em,” I shoved at her knees and she rolled her eyes as she complied. “Trev,” she began to scold, but I silenced her as I buried my face between her legs. Two could play this game, and I was ok playing it all night.
I CAN’T SAY that the idea of what things would be like when we got home didn’t cross my mind over the weekend. I’ve thought about quite a lot actually. When we left, we were living in separate living quarters. Sharron hadn’t mentioned having me move back home, but I assumed that was a given.
Last night was one of the most intense nights we’ve had together in a while. We ordered room service and made love while we waited. After the food arrived, we fed each other and made love again. We’ve had sex on every surface in this room and multiple times in the shower. I have to say, those have been some of the longest showers I’ve taken. Today we have to go back to reality though.
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