by Lacey Silks
But now I was a woman, and I’d learned a few things myself during the past twenty years.
My mouth hardened and I slipped my tongue deeper inside his mouth. He responded. Jake held my head, sliding his tongue inside me to match my longing, and I accepted him more deeply and fully. My insides warmed and my crotch heated. Jake’s lips coasted to my cheeks, eyes, and nose, and finally found a spot in the middle of my forehead. Leaning in closer, he embraced me. Another squeeze and I’d be crushed. My fingers clenched his sweater, holding on for my life. I wouldn’t let him go. Not again.
“Is this even possible?” he whispered.
“I hope so. Otherwise this is one dream I don’t want to wake up from.”
My hands took hold of the hem of Jake’s sweater and I pulled it over his head. The past twenty years had served him well. Jake was more muscular than I remembered. His body had transformed to a man’s, and that’s exactly who I needed: an experienced man. I kissed his chest, taking my time. A quiet yelp escaped Jake’s throat. He held me by the shoulders and trembled after each peck I planted as if I’d released an electric shock from my lips.
“You have no idea what you’re doing to me, Rose.” His warm breath whisked along the top of my head.
“I think I do.” I smiled, looking up. His eyes were closed. My legs unwound and I wrapped them around him. He picked me up by my bottom and carried me to the lounge, lying on top of me. I held my thighs in place, ankles criss-crossed at his back. He lowered my feet to his side, then pulled my tank top over my head, freeing my breasts.
The same nerves from twenty years ago found their way back to my body, as if it were our first time, again.
He admired my top, holding his hands at my waistline, just below my ribs. I knew he wouldn’t resist me or keep me waiting for too long. The passion and need in his eyes grew each second. The irises dilated, swallowing his blue gems.
“As pink as they were when I met you.” He lowered his face and kissed the right nipple, pursing his lips around then running his tongue along its edges. Jake took it gently between his teeth and pulled upward before releasing it to spring back. His warm breath glided along my chest to the other one, while he rubbed the tender spot he’d just left with his fingers.
I bit my lip. Jake was the only man in my life who knew how to use my nipples to drive me crazy. The tingle flowed down my chest toward my lower half as soon as he squeezed his lips around me, and I arched upward, feeling the need in his pants.
He swirled his tongue, teasing. I closed my eyes. The combination of brisk wind and his saliva on me built the pressure inside me even more quickly. His lips trailed along my skin toward my neck up to my earlobe, then kissed along my jaw line back to my lips.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked against my mouth, supporting his weight on his elbows.
“It’s not like it’s my first time,” I smirked.
“I know it’s not, but perhaps this is too fast,” he teased, lowering his mouth to almost touch mine.
“Don’t you dare stop now.” My eyes flew open and I shook my head feverishly before feeling his smile against my lips. Even if I only had him once, today, I wanted to take that chance. The thought of Jake leaving now tightened my chest and the urge to persuade him to stay longer grew. I needed him now as much as the first time we’d made love. Except inside, I knew tonight would be different. His experience was evident in the way he explored my body and teased me to the point of eruption. I wanted Jake to take me as a man, the way I had always imagined.
Jake’s mouth remained on mine, and his hands slid along my body down to my sweats. I twined my fingers into his hair, pulling a little. His mouth forced my lips wider each time my fingers danced against his scalp. He hooked his thumbs behind the band of my pants and pulled them off my hips, down to my ankles, pushing them past my feet with his own. The sound of fabric falling on the patio stones made me take another quick breath. With a gentle lift, he turned us on our sides, facing each other.
Jake manoeuvred to take his pants off in one swift motion. My left hand slid down his back to pull off his boxers, but he took my palm and interlaced his fingers with mine. The touch revived my memories of when we’d held hands so long ago. Fingers woven together, always. How could this feel so right? After all, I hadn’t seen him in twenty years. Would I lose him if I gave in too quickly? I washed the thought away as his mouth began to control me again.
I pushed my bottom forward and felt his ready bulk. My glutes squeezed and my hips began to move back and forth, grinding against his growth. Each time, the pressure built and I knew neither of us would last long. I lowered our connected hands to my panties to let him know to take them off, but he didn’t, smirking through his kisses.
He wants to play. I like play.
The woman inside me recognized why and let him do as he pleased. That was the advantage of experience. For the first time since acquiring a taste for lingerie in my early twenties, I was glad my obsession with silk and lace had remained. Jake examined the sheer fabric that discreetly covered my front, circling his thumb in its center. I let go of his palm, skimming my hand over his arm upward, over his biceps to his neck. His right hand remained on my hip, playing with the fabric around the inseam. He wedged his finger inside the panties, letting it slide along the line toward my inner thigh. I opened my legs ever so slightly to allow for easier access.
I heard my own yelp when he pulled the panties away from between my legs. The sound must had pleased him because he made space for another finger. He played with my wetness, teasing with his fingers, almost inserting one, but he didn’t.
He pulled his swollen lips off mine, “You’re so ready, Rose.”
Jake lowered his mouth back to my nipples.
I felt I could lose myself in him. I needed him as much the first time we’d made love, and I liked that he hadn’t taken off my panties yet. But I knew they wouldn’t remain on for long. Jake continued to transfer my wetness from the rims of my inside along my lips toward the top. When his thumb touched my clit, I inhaled and squeezed my eyes. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge. “Are you as pink down there as well?”
My jaw tightened, and I couldn’t reply. Jake must have known no one else had been able to bring me to this point as fast as he had. I didn’t want to come so quickly, not yet. As I strained to keep the urge to jerk forward against his hand, the volume of blood in my tender flesh under his palm increased.
Jake teased my nipples with his lips again, pulling gently with his teeth and letting go, all the while massaging my sex. The pressure built, and I wasn’t sure how long I could take the playing. I wanted him inside me. I wanted him to fill me and I wanted it now. Finally, one of Jake’s fingers slid in, rubbing on the internal wall, while his thumb remained on my clit. He took his mouth lower toward my navel, circled his tongue around my belly ring, then made his way even lower. When his lips touched my freshly waxed front, I wanted to scream.
He licked from the top toward the bottom and back up. “You taste perfect. Your pink lips are delicious,” he murmured against my skin.
But I could hardly hear him. The wetness of his mouth on me increased my secretion; I was sure of that as his two fingers glided in and out with ease.
Jake’s tongue made slow circles at first while he kissed and pulled with his mouth, letting go so the light breeze could cool me down before he resumed. His fingers never left my inside, and I wasn’t sure how long I could bear the swelling between my legs. I was ready, but wanted him on me for much longer. Now I wished I’d listened to my inner needs earlier in the day and masturbated to release the tension. Perhaps I could have enjoyed his pleasuring for longer than five minutes.
I pushed my pelvis toward his mouth, and Jake recognized my need to climax. He began to move his tongue faster and faster, concentrating on the swollen tip until I convulsed. He didn’t take his mouth away and kept kissing and pulling, running his tongue around my clit as my body trembled with ecstasy. The quiver of pleas
ure spread from between my legs up to my breasts, encapsulating my body. I no longer pressed toward him, but he kept kissing and nurturing my tenderness for as long as I’d let him. When my hands felt limp, he pulled my panties all the way off and lifted me up to sit. My legs wrapped around him, but he lowered them and knelt in front of me, pulling down his boxers, springing free.
I took a quick inhale, pleased with Jake’s masculinity. The years of sexual experience had certainly made this man’s muscle stronger than it had been twenty years ago, and now I couldn’t wait to feel that muscle inside me. A new wave of energy spread through me.
“I want you,” I whispered.
Jake knelt on the back of his heels, back to my height, and covered my mouth with his. I tasted my saltiness in his mouth.
Already nourished, I wanted nothing more than to show him the same pleasure he had bestowed upon me. I wrapped my arms around his neck, centering myself up and over his manhood.
“Hold on.” He bent toward his jeans and pulled out a foil packet.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill.” I took his hand and the condom fell to the ground.
“Oh, Rose. This is beyond what I expected.” He cupped my face and kissed me again.
I pressed my naked body against him, straddling his front. The skin-to-skin contact felt like fire to ice. His hands held my bottom steady and lowered me onto his front. He filled my inside and I flexed my thighs. Jake fit me as if he’d been made just for me, and I’d been cast only for him. I moved up, pulling myself against him, then down.
Jake nuzzled his head into my neck. His heavy breathing increased the tempo with which I moved. The pressure that had just been released a few minutes earlier began to build up inside me again. I leaned forward, letting my weight take Jake down to the sofa. My breasts brushed against him as I matched his rhythm thrust for thrust. In a swift move, his hands cupped my front, massaging. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rubbing back and forth. I circled my hips, letting him feel my inside, until my body began to jerk all on its own. My thighs squeezed around his hips, and I screamed in ecstasy. Jake’s hips buckled and he yelped as he released his pleasure inside me.
I fell on top of his chest, resting my body on his. Jake kissed the top of my head.
I smiled through a long exhale.
“Are you all right, Rose?” he whispered. Concern shook his voice.
“Yes. It’s not my first time, Jake.” I smiled, gliding my hands up to his chest.
“I noticed. You’ve filled out quite nicely.” He brought his hand over my hip up to my breast. The way he handled me felt like he owned me. I wanted Jake to own me.
“This is just like I remember.” I twirled my finger into his hair.
“Except we didn’t know what we were doing,” he said.
I looked up at Jake’s dreamy eyes and rested my chin on top of his chest. “But it was just as perfect.”
“It was, wasn’t it?” He lifted his head and covered my face in tender kisses, the same way he had that first time we’d made love.
Jake shifted to his right, gently exiting me. He turned my body around, pressing his still full front against my behind and spooned me. We lay on the couch for hours, covered under a spare blanket. The stars moved across the black sky, and I remembered wishing on one the last night we’d spent together as teens. We’d stood on the bridge, promising each other we’d find a way to be together one day. And we did.
“I’m so sorry we lost so much time,” he whispered into my hair.
“It’s not your fault. We were so young.” I wiggled in his embrace.
“I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to find you.” His arms tightened around me.
“But you did.”
“I did.” He smiled. “I never stopped loving you, Rose.”
“I’ve always loved you too, Jake.”
The rational part of my mind knew I should ask him some questions. After all, I’d only known Jake as a boy in his mid-teens. Our correspondence and long-distance friendship was exactly what it was—a friendship. I didn’t know him as a man, or a mature and faithful lover, though I was looking forward to that part. This was why he’d come here, after all, wasn’t it? To make love to the same woman he had for the first time.
“This is too good to be true, right? You still live in Venice and need to go back home.”
I felt him shake his head. “I’ll move here. I’m not going to lose you again.”
“You’d do that?”
“I will do anything for you, Rose. You wanted me to be your first. I want you to be my last.”
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About the Author
Lacey is the Author of Erotic Romance. She lives in a small town of Ontario, Canada. Her short stories come from real life experiences, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Her mind, just like any other woman’s, often wanders off to ‘what if’ life questions. The answers to those questions can be found in her short stories where there’s Reality in Each Fantasy.
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Other Work by Lacey Silks:
Dance With Me
Teacher’s Pet
Over The Limit
Bossy Request
Coming Soon:
My Neighbor’s Will
In the Nightclub Series
Layers Deep
Layers Peeled
Layers Off
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Acknowledgments
I am grateful to be surrounded by many loving people who support me, my fantasies, and my writing.
To my family, without whom I would never make it. Thank you for your support, love and confidence.
To my husband, who has allowed me to research the topic of love and sex first hand. I enjoy asking him questions about the male anatomy to make sure my characters don’t fall short. Yes ladies, we can always learn a thing or two (or three) just from talking. That usually leads to some field work, but I think it’s also what makes the writing fun.
I hope you enjoyed!
A big thank you to Robin Ludwig Design Inc. for the beautiful book cover.
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