by Lynne Silver
Finally, Aidan appeared in front of me, a huge camo duffel in his grip. “Ready?”
I stood. “Let’s go. I called and booked us a room at a local hotel, and they have an airport shuttle that comes by every twenty minutes.”
“My own personal travel agent.” He grinned. “I could get used to this. We could use you in the army. Ever think of enlisting?”
“Green is so not my color,” I replied. “Come on.”
Three hours later, we were back in our hotel room after a late lunch-early dinner. Aidan and I stood in the small entrance area and stared again at the one bed at the center of the main room.
We’d begged and pleaded, but the hotel had been adamant. All double rooms were booked, and the single rooms were going fast.
“I’ll take the floor. You take the bed,” Aidan said, striding into the room and going to his duffel to pull out a blanket.
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re about to leave for a year of army cots in a tent. You take the bed. I’ll take the floor.”
He laughed. “When’s the last time you slept on the floor?”
“Try never. Even at slumber parties I negotiated a bed. I’m not a camping kind of girl.”
“Exactly. Take the bed.”
“No.” I grabbed his blanket and sat on the floor, pretending to get comfortable.
He watched me for a moment, hands on hips, then shook his head. “Ridiculous.” With an easy move, he scooped me off the carpet, blanket and all, and tried to toss me on the bed, but I clung to his biceps and we fell onto the bed together. Laughter filled the air, as I tried to push him out of the bed and he remained, trying to keep me in place.
And then the faux wrestling turned heated as our lips found each other’s.
There were no more thoughts of who would take the bed that evening, as it suddenly belonged to us both. We lay on our sides each tasting the other’s mouth for long moments, at first urgently, and then as we realized it was early, our pace slowed to a leisurely exploration.
As my hands started to wander over his body and it became clear we were about to be at the point of no return, Aidan pulled back and looked me in the face. “You were going to be celibate.”
My lips burned and ached from the loss of his touch and it took a minute for his words to penetrate. “Celibate. Don’t be silly.”
He smiled and traced my cheek with a finger. “I don’t want you to regret this.”
I eyed his strong body. “I can safely say I won’t regret a thing.” And then because he was looking so concerned, I lost my smile. “I appreciate it more than you can know, but I’m going into this with my eyes open. I’m not seeing you as my future husband. I know this is just a night of sex, which I hope will be great. I haven’t had sex with a twenty-four-year-old since I was in my twenties, and even then, it’s possible I was in my older man stage.”
He rolled over me, pushing my shoulder blades back into the mattress. “I’ll make it worth your time.”
“You better. As you’re being deployed tomorrow, I consider this my patriotic duty to give you a last happy night.”
He laughed then nipped at my breast over my shirt. “God bless America.”
Our laughter gave way to kisses that heated up the room. I arched up into him, feeling every inch of his body against mine. There was something to be said for sleeping with a younger man. His body was strong and smooth under my wandering hands. I worried for a brief second that he’d be fast and inconsiderate of my needs. Instead, he was everything that was generous in bed and what you’d want in a lover.
He pulled my shirt over my head with my cooperation.
“Holy…” he murmured as he looked at my body with greedy eyes.
“You like?” I posed provocatively on the bed, feeling like a seductress under his heated gaze.
“I have no words. Let me see the rest.”
I stood and tugged off my jeans to show him the lacy bit of strings that were pretending to be panties today.
“Do you always walk around looking like that under your clothes?” He was sitting on the bed, still fully clothed, and I was dying to see what goodies lay under his clothes.
“Sometimes.” I shrugged. “But this was supposed to be a decadent weekend. My suitcase is full of lingerie, bikinis, and a cocktail dress that would make your tongue hit your knees. I hadn’t planned on being dressed much this weekend.”
“Your guy was an idiot,” Aidan said. “I’m just thankful to whoever sat me in 26F.”
“Me too,” I said and pointed at him. “Now your turn.” I crawled fully onto the bed and laughed as Aidan stood and slowly, slowly tugged his shirt off, then spun it over his head in a Magic Mike move.
With effort, I kept my mouth closed and my hands on my bed. If I’d had dollar bills at the ready, I would’ve slipped them in his waistband. The men I’d dated were generally fit, but in a gym-after-work kind of way. Aidan was…mouthwatering.
Each line of his abdomen was sculpted, leading down to hip bones obscured by his faded jeans.
“More,” I ordered.
He saluted, then got to work on the button fly revealing his package. Oh Momma. His ass was also a thing of beauty. I knew this because I’d practically flown off the bed to stand behind him and admire him from every angle.
My palms flattened between his shoulder blades, and his muscles tightened under my touch. His hot skin demanded more of my touch and I gave in to the impulse, running my hands over every inch of skin I could reach. As he was taller than me, I had to reach for some key body parts.
When he’d had enough, he turned around and let me have my fill of his front, though a part of me suspected I could touch Aidan for days—weeks—months—and still want more.
“I could touch you forever,” he said, echoing my thoughts.
“But you’re not,” I said softly, “I’m doing all the work.
“I’m holding back because I want this to last. Don’t want to embarrass myself.” He hissed as I finally reached his erection over the cotton, and his hand caught my wrist. “Hang on.”
He stepped back to thumb down his underwear, and I mimicked his movements until we were both stark naked standing a foot from each other waiting for the other to make the first move.
We met in the middle, with him hoisting me up against him and backing me into the wall next to the bed. My spine hit the ugly wallpaper, and I wrapped my thighs around his hips, hooking my ankles at the small of his back. It was like something out of a porn movie, and incredibly hot.
I was five foot six and curvy but never had been with a man who could lift me easily as he pressed his lips against my neck. Our lower halves danced together, mimicking the final act, but never quite getting there.
His cock slid between my damp pussy lips, we both moaned. The sensation of my nipples rubbing against his smooth chest was almost more than I could bear.
“Condom,” I said. I might’ve been begging or maybe praying he had a condom. I had a suitcase full of protection, layered between my lingerie.
“In a minute.”
“Now. Please, Aidan.”
He didn’t listen, instead lowering me carefully to the ground, kneeling as he went. “Foot,” he ordered, and balanced the arch of my foot on his broad shoulder. His head went between my legs, and at the first touch of his tongue, I fell back against the wall, opening myself more to his decadence.
“Oh, God…Aidan.”
He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His mouth was occupied eliciting gasps from me. If this was sex with a younger man, sign me up.
I hadn’t been so seen-to in forever. The tension in my body built as I felt my orgasm approaching and then it came crashing upon me, leaving me shrieking his name and clutching at his buzz cut, my fingers slipping through the short silky dark strands.
I hadn’t caught my breath, when Aidan rose, spun us around in a waltz move that had me facing the bed. Gently, but with a pressure that left no doubt to his intentions, he positioned me on my hands and knee
s on the edge of the bed.
My brain wasn’t fully functioning as my ass and vagina were open to the air when Aidan left my side to go riffling through his duffel bag, returning in a second, this time sheathed in a condom.
“Ready?” he asked.
I couldn’t speak. I may have nodded, but I got my message across by leaning my rear back seeking his cock.
He got the message slowly—too slowly—he pushed his way in until his balls rested between my legs.
“Oh…God.” That was me. I think. He filled me perfectly and seemed to intuit the perfect pace at which to pull back and push forward again. He kept his strokes slow and deliberate as his fingers gripped my hipbones so he controlled the motion.
At one point, I tried to make him hurry as I was feeling the need to come again, but he froze in place, his fingers digging into the point of delicious pain. “No, amor. My turn.”
His tone was rough and in command. He was every inch the sergeant, and I was his obedient underling. Our positions had switched. I was no longer the older woman of the world, and he’d become the master in our bed-play.
It was damn hot, and I suddenly regretted we only had this one night together. How I’d love to explore all we could do together in bed.
“Hold on, KK. Don’t come yet,” Aidan said in an army-strong voice. I tried to obey him, but my body didn’t listen. I melted around him, coming in a wave that had me clutching at the sheets and screaming my release into the cotton.
Aidan lasted another few strokes before finding his climax. He was silent as he came. I only knew because his fingers tightened and tensed on one of my hips while his other hand grasped my shoulder and held me steady.
We remained frozen in time and place for a long time, until he finally, slowly and carefully, pulled out and disappeared to the bathroom for a second. When he returned, I was still on the edge of the bed, only I’d collapsed into the fetal position.
He chuckled when he saw me. “Can’t move?”
“That was…”
He lowered next to me and rubbed circles around my spine. “What?” Something in his question sounded tense, and I realized he didn’t know me well enough to know a KK without words meant she’d just been fucked out of her in mind-blowingly good sex. I forced myself to rise up on an elbow and look him in the eye.
“A-mazing. Seriously Aidan. That might’ve been a twelve out of ten. I hope it was good for you too.” It was my turn to seek reassurance and suddenly hope he’d enjoyed himself. I was in pretty good shape and hot for a thirty-year-old, but could I compete with the little twenty-somethings he no doubt had in his bed on a regular basis?
He climbed into the bed, bringing me with him to curl into his side, my cheek resting on his pectoral. “Only a twelve. I thought it was more in the twenties.”
“I’ve never been good at math,” I said. “It’s possible it was in the forties.”
“Forties? You’d kill me. You’d have to call my commanding officer and explain why I didn’t show up tomorrow.” He held a pretend phone to his ear and used a falsetto that I guessed was supposed to be me. “Hello, Officer. Aidan won’t be reporting for duty. He died. Cause of death? Death by orgasm.”
I laughed, and tried to pinch his side, but there was no loose skin to tease.
“Seriously, KK. I’d heard that women in their thirties were the way to go, but I hadn’t believed it. Now I’m a believer.”
I sat up. “What are you talking about? You’ve talked about what age women are the best lovers?”
“Baby, most of combat duty is hours of sitting around talking, broken up with shit-your-pants action once every couple of weeks. Me and my boys talk about everything.”
“And you’ve talked about older women?”
“Hell yeah. Women hit their sexual peak in their thirties. They’re not as self-conscious as women in their twenties, and they’re more secure in their careers and their lives.”
“I guess that’s true.” I wasn’t sure about the career part, but I did like sex more now than I had in my twenties. “Am I the first older woman you’ve been with?”
“Umm hmm,” he said, toying with a lock of my hair. “Trouble is, it’s hard to find single women in their thirties. The good ones usually have husbands or significant others.”
I tensed. He’d said “the good ones.” What was I, since I had neither husband nor significant other?
He correctly read my stiff body. “Take you for example. If I’d met you last week, you would’ve shut me down within seconds, because you had a boyfriend. It was my good luck he was a douche.”
I relaxed. I was one of the good ones. Then again, I knew that. It was the thirty-year-old men who didn’t seem to know. Perhaps I should start wearing a sign around my neck, “Thirty- year-old woman in her sexual prime seeking husband.” I giggled to myself, then noticed Aidan’s hands had shifted from a soothing idle massage to more exploratory and intent.
When his fingers deftly toyed with a nipple, I knew he was a man on a mission. I sat up and straddled him low on his thighs, noting that his erection was back to play. “Say all you want about older women, I’ve decided I’m all in favor of playing with younger men.” I wrapped my hands around his cock and bent to pull him deep in my mouth.
He groaned. “Did I say twenty out of ten? I meant fifty. One hundred…”
We didn’t speak for a long while after that, expressing our feelings in groans, sighs and incoherent begging of never stop, faster, and more.
The next day—officially Valentine’s Day—Aidan woke me up by running a red carnation down my cleavage. My eyes blinked open to smile up at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered.
Now I was smiling, fully awake, because I’d gone from expecting this to be the best Valentine’s ever where Ben and I took our relationship to the next level, to the worst after we broke up. Waking up in bed with Aidan was unexpected but far surpassed what could’ve been a lonely miserable night spent on the floor in the airport.
“What time is it?” I whispered.
“Six.”
“AM?” Six a.m. was not a time I saw on a regular basis. As an assistant events coordinator for one of DC’s big party planners, my work hours started after lunch most days.
“We should get going to the airport soon to try to get on the first flight out,” Aidan said, “but I wanted a little time with you this morning.”
“What’d you have in mind?” I asked, shifting slightly at the glorious ache between my thighs. He’d worn me out last night, but I could go for another round, especially since he was going off to Afghanistan and I’d never see him again. This would be the one-night stand that would live in my memory for eternity. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the kind of tale you told your grandchildren, so it would have to remain my special secret.
“If we get up and get dressed now, we’ll have time for breakfast before our flight.”
I frowned. Breakfast was not what I’d had in mind. “How about we shower, then head to the airport and grab breakfast there to eat on the plane?”
He gestured to his clothes, which I noticed for the first time was a full-on army camouflage suit; what did you call it? He looked good.
“I’m already dressed. Move it, KK.”
“You’re going to have to get undressed,” I said, sitting up to slowly, slowly stretch, making sure my ample breasts were on display. “I need someone to wash my back.”
Without looking behind me or waiting for him, I made it to the bathroom. There was a pounding at the door. “Let me in, KK.”
I flushed and unlocked the door to see a totally naked Aidan in the doorway. He’d had to have set some kind of record for getting undressed. “How’d you get your boots off that fast?”
“I was motivated.” He brushed past me to switch on the water, then pulled me into the stall before the water had heated.
He laughed at my squeal, then put his back to the water, protecting me from the cold spray.
“Two showers in one mo
rning. Feels decadent,” he commented.
“Well, you’re going somewhere I’d imagine hot showers are a luxury, so you’re entitled.”
“True. Two showers and a gorgeous naked woman in with me? I think I died and went to heaven last night.”
We smiled at each other, and this suddenly felt like more than a one-night stand, and all my usual bad behaviors came zipping to the forefront. My brain was already imagining Aidan in his formal army uniform waiting for me at the end of the aisle. Bad, KK. Stop it. This is a one-night stand, and Aidan is twenty-four and going away for a year. He’s not—repeat—not looking for a relationship.
“Water’s hot,” he said suddenly and shifted to let me enjoy the blast of hot spray and ending my weak moment.
I soaked up the hot water, letting it soothe my sore muscles from last night’s strenuous activities, but judging by the heated look Aidan was giving me, I was about to get sore all over again. His cock was starting to lengthen and harden.
“Think we have time?” I asked, staring straight at his erection. “I wouldn’t want to miss the next flight.”
“I’d miss the next flight for one more shot with you,” he said, and my gaze flew up to meet his, because he hadn’t sounded as if he were talking about sex. “C’mere.” He pulled me into his arms, with his cock pressed against the softness of my belly. Our lips met in a kiss that started off sweet. His tongue was gentle against my lips, each touch feeling like a tiny blessing. I’d known him less than one day, and already I was getting to know his different kisses. Soft sweet ones meant he was feeling sentimental. Biting my lower lip meant he was ready for more.
We didn’t have time to run the gamut of his kiss repertoire and I had a pang of regret that we never would again. This was it. My time with Aidan was at a close; well, at least the sexual time. We still had about three hours on a flight home, not that we were guaranteed seats together.
I had fifteen minutes to enjoy his strong body, and I intended to make the most of every second. He’d bought me a flower for Valentine’s Day, and I had nothing for him, except…