by Lila Younger
“I could get used to this,” I murmur.
I expect him to position himself between me, but Nate has other plans.
“On your knees,” he demands. “I want you facing the headboard.”
I do as he says, my hands gripping tightly onto the wood. I feel his cock behind me, his tip pushing up against my ass. I almost jump out of my skin, and he laughs.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “I’m not going to put it there. I’m too thick without serious preparation.”
I shiver to think what that would entail. Nate kisses my neck, his breath hot and tingling against my ear. I tilt my head back onto his chest, giving him greater access to whatever he wants. His hands squeeze my breasts, pinching my distended nipples. I can feel his cock sliding between my pussy, my dripping snatch lubing up his steel shaft. He slides his cock back and forth, his ten inches appearing and disappearing between my shaved lips. Each stroke brushes up against my throbbing clit, needy and swollen, and I sigh, practically melting against the man. I can see the weeping head of his cock, pearly with his lust, smearing it all over my thighs.
And then, in one smooth motion, he parts my pussy and breaches me, practically skewering me onto his cock. His other hand pushes me down between my shoulder blades, increasing the angle, letting him get even deeper. My mouth is open in an ‘O’, as he pulls back and thrusts in again. His hands are bruisingly hard on my hips, holding me steady as he fucks me in deep, powerful strokes, making my body shake. My pussy gushes with each thrust, each time stuffed full with Nate’s cock. Pleasure bursts inside of me every time his cock hits my secret spot, I’m gasping for breath. Our bodies are making obscenely loud noises as we join, and for a second I think about Renee, but then another thrust blanks my mind with pleasure. I drop down, my head heavy on the pillow, letting him even deeper into my womb.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” Nate says through gritted teeth. “I love seeing your pussy take my cock.”
I moan into the sheets, using it to muffle my screams as he stretches my tunnel around his cock. My breathing is shallow, and I know I’m close, so close. My legs are shaking, I don’t know if I’m upright because of me or because of Nate’s iron grip on my hips. Over and over he slams into me, my nipples brushing up against the bed, friction adding another element to my pleasure.
He slides in and out of me, all ten inches of him filling me up. With each thrust, I tighten around him, my walls unwilling to let him go. I hear him swearing above me, and it makes me feel good knowing that he’s just as close as I am. I’m being lifted higher and higher by Nate’s cock, pleasure stripping any thought left from my mind. All I could think about was Nate inside of me. His thrusts become shorter, harder as I make it more difficult for him to pull out of me, and he puts his hand on my clit again, rubbing hard, and then my world explodes, and I’m falling, falling, my body thrashing with ecstasy like nothing I’d ever known before.
Nate fucks deep into me one last time, biting down on me as he comes, pumping his seed inside of me. Owning me completely. I can feel him filling me up, hot and sticky, marking me with his cum. My pussy draws it in, instinct pulling his cock inside, not letting go of him until I’ve received every last drop.
He falls to the side of the bed, so that we’re spooning. I love that he’s still inside of me, that he won’t let me go, even now after he’s satisfied. Like it’s more than just a fuck for him. Nate kisses softly along my neck, and my whole body just relaxes in the safety of his arms.
I should probably get Plan B tomorrow, I think, as I drift off to sleep.
Nate
The clouds over the city finally poured down the rain through the night, threatening to ruin my plans for our last full day together. But when I wake up in the morning, the sun is shining, and you wouldn’t have known if not for the puddles in the streets. Renee’s already left the apartment when I wake up and enter the kitchen where Emilia is busy cooking up breakfast.
“Morning,” she says, wearing nothing but an apron. “I’m making some blueberry pancakes.”
“My second favorite breakfast,” I tell her, snaking my arms under the apron to cup her breasts. “You’re the first.”
She laughs and swats my hand.
“Come on,” she says. “You promised me a full day of sightseeing.”
“I did, didn’t I?” pulling my hands back slowly.
Emilia slides another pancake onto a stacked plate and hands it to me.
“So come on,” she says. “Eat up. I’m excited to get out of the house.”
“I thought you were enjoying it,” I tell her as I set the pancakes down and pour myself a cup of coffee.
“I am,” she says blushing. “But I’m sore all over, and I could use a break-until tonight.”
She has a point. Because Renee’s so busy catching up with her friends, Emilia and I have had so much time together. We’ve been fucking like rabbits almost, all over the house, all times of the day, just as often as we can. We can’t seem to get enough of each other, and I’ve discovered there’s no other sight I love more than bringing her to the height of pleasure, watching as she gasps my name, crying out over and over, my cock sinking into her soft folds, my hard body pressed to her soft one. The way she comes, everything shaking, tightening, taking all of me deep inside of her, as if she can’t live without my cock is just fucking heaven. There’s no other way to describe it.
I’ve even taken a vacation from work, the first in years. I think my secretary almost fell out of her chair when I called and let her know I wouldn’t be coming into the office for a week. Because I admit that I was one of those men, who ate, slept, breathed their job, my brain always focused on the next big acquisition, watching the numbers go ever higher, restless and unsatisfied with their success and yet chained to their work. But Emilia is a breath of fresh air, an unexpected break that I didn’t realize I needed until I had it.
I feel fucking guilty that it’s my daughter’s friend, and that I’ve spent more time with her than Renee, but then I look up, see those hazel colored eyes beckoning me, her skin glowing from the orgasm I just gave her, and I give in all over again. And I can tell she feels it too, that feeling of perfection and rightness between us. The sizzling chemistry whenever we were in the same room together felt so right though that I couldn’t deny it. Neither of us could.
And so when Emilia mentioned that she hadn’t seen anything of New York like she wanted to, I knew I had to make it right. I proposed that our last day would be spent out and about, so she could get to know the city with a true New Yorker. As soon as I suggested, I knew it was the right choice because she gave me a smile, so bright and so big, that I knew I wanted to remember it forever.
New York City is really meant to be taken in over a few days, but I did my best, cramming in as many things as I could with Emilia that she wanted to see. And it was wonderful to see the city again through Emilia’s unjaded eyes. I realize as I travel with her how weary and tired I’ve gotten of life, how grey everything had become until she showed up. Although we have a car, the easiest way to get around and understand the city is by walking it. So for the first time in a long time, that’s what we did. But by late afternoon, I could see that she was starting to get tired. I didn’t blame her.
“I’ve got one last thing to show you,” I tell her.
“What is it?” she asks.
“One of my favorite parts of the city that most tourists don’t have the time to see,” I tell her.
The High Line is a park that sits on the elevated tracks of a railroad spanning almost a mile and a half. There’s something about walking through the concrete jungle, only to have a park, with trees, grass, plants, and everything high above the sky. We stroll along the forest grove, the leaves dappling the rails as we walk.
“This is amazing,” she says softly. “I didn’t think a forest could exist up here.”
“Isn’t it? All of this was sitting around unused and falling apart. Our family helped fundraise the $150 million needed to
turn it into a green oasis.”
We come across a bench and sit down to take in the roses and greenery around us.
“I think this is amazing,” Emilia says softly. “You know, I think my grandma would have loved to see this. She’s an avid gardener.”
“Is this the same grandmother who has the heart disease?”
She nods tightly.
“That’s right. She also taught me all about growing a garden. She used to have the best roses in the neighborhood. I think she even won contests with them and stuff. And her backyard was perfect for a little girl. It felt like a fairy land, or a secret garden because of all the paths and flowers she had growing everywhere.”
Emilia’s eyes stare off into the distance, and there’s a sad smile on her face.
“Grandma raised me you know,” she says, turning back to me. “My mom and dad were always working, so I was always over at her house. That is, until she got sick. Now she can’t leave the house, and her garden’s all gone. Taken over by weeds. I tried my best to keep things going, but it really is a full time job almost. And when she got sick, she couldn’t take care of me anymore. It was too hard to keep up with a kid who had far too much energy, doing cartwheels left and right. Sometimes I think that’s why I’m so focused on order and planning. Her sickness was so sudden, and overnight it was like she wasted away. It-It had a huge impact on me.”
“I understand that. Before I went to college, I was pretty wild. In fact, Renee probably gets all of it from me. When I went to college, I had to shape up. My father threatened to cut me off otherwise. I made a 180 degree change, but it came at a real cost. Sometimes I wonder if I could let go a little, relax now that I’ve finally achieved my goal, but I’ve been on the straight and narrow for so long that if I fall off…”
I pause here. The realization has come out of nowhere, but it explains so much. I mean, I’ve never even taking a vacation in almost ten years. I’ve been too busy bouncing from one project to another, never stopping, never considering the alternative. And it’s cost me my family, my relationships, everything. The fact that Emilia’s been able to break through it all with such ease, frankly it’s shocking even to me.
“Well,” she says softly to me. “If I hadn’t let go and taken a chance, I never would have been there that night. We would have never met.”
“About that,” I mutter. “I still haven’t figured out what to do with Renee. She lied to me.”
“She’s also twenty one and can do whatever she wants now,” Emilia reminds me. “And if you try and corner her on it, you’d have to tell her about us.”
She has a point, but it still rankles me. I can’t help it. I might not have been there for Renee when she was younger, but I want to now, and that involves being a parent. I wasn’t ready to be a father at twenty three years of age, and that’s a regret that I’ll hold onto forever. That I wasn’t able to be there for my child.
“Maybe I will,” I say roughly, but I know that won’t happen. No matter how much I enjoy my time with Emilia. And I do, I do enjoy my time with her, I realize with a jolt. I’ve enjoyed myself more this week than I have in years. Spending my time with this beautiful woman, in bed and out. What I felt for Emilia is complex, a headache to even think about right now because of what it means.
And then, as if to underscore that fact, I look up and see a very familiar face, my COO, walking towards us. What were the chances that in a city of millions we would both be strolling through the park? Shit. I can’t have the people I work with seeing me with such a young woman, it would send the rumor mill into overdrive. I know what people would say, and there are plenty of people who would be happy to see my company stocks falter so they could snap up the companies we’re looking to do business with. Emilia stands up too, curious.
“What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
“No ghost,” I say quickly. “But I just realized we’re going to be late for our helicopter tour.”
“Helicopter?!” she exclaims. “Really?”
I put my hand on her back and steer her down the path.
“I thought it would be the perfect way to end the day. They fly everywhere too, the Brooklyn Bridge, Ellis Island, all around the Chrysler building and Central Park. A private flight for just the two of us.”
Emilia listens, enthralled, and I sneak a look backwards. The guy’s stopped now, busy taking pictures with an Indian woman. I realize that my COO is married to someone else, a redhead I think, and that that must be some other guy. I guess in my panic over being caught my eyes played tricks on me.
One thing’s for sure though, I think as we make our way to the elevators that would take us down to the streets. No matter how much I enjoy spending time with Emilia, the truth of the matter is that it would never work between us. It’s better not to entertain the thought of something more, not if I want to protect what I’ve worked so hard to make.
Emilia
Today was the perfect day, there’s no doubt about that. From morning to night, Nate planned it all to perfection. And if not for the fact that Renee met up with us for dinner, I would have called it the most romantic date I’d ever had. Because it was romantic, especially when were together in the back of the helicopter, taking in the beautiful sight of New York City at sunset, so close to the buildings and sights that I felt like I could reach out and touch them. It was so magical, so perfect. And even though we were wearing headphones, and the noise of the blades was deafening, there were no need for words.
Nate held my hand, squeezed tight in his, protecting me even as we soared above the sky, and it was enough.
But now everything’s ending. Tonight is our last night together. The last time I’d wait until midnight before crossing into his room. It’s the last time I’ll be in his arms, completely at peace. I dread it, and yet, I know I’m going to go. There’s no way I would miss one more chance to be with Nate. Not for anything, not for any kind of bittersweet pain.
Tonight I’ve dressed up especially for him, wearing a white lace bra and panty set that I know he’ll like. I picked it out when Renee and I were at Saks, sneaking it right under her nose while she was busy with her personal shopper. It cost me a whole paycheck, but I wanted something that would really wow Nate.
I blink hard as I put my hand on the doorknob. I can’t believe it’s really over. The week blew by so quickly. My whole body trembles with emotion. Somehow, in between all the fantastic sex, I’ve fallen for this older man, this father of my best friend, the one man I couldn’t have. Nate’s strong and dedicated, the same kind of person I am, and he’s kind too. He’s opened me up to this whole new world, this whole new way of experiencing things, and all the way it’s been focused on me. No man has treated me so wonderfully, adored me so well, as he has.
I want to ask about us, about whether or not we have a future, but in my heart I know the answer. To bring it up would be to invite even more heartbreak. No, better not to think on that at all. I take a deep breath, square up my shoulders, and open the door. I’m not going to let my feelings get in the way of tonight. I won’t have this ruined.
The door opens before I even touch the knob, and Nate pulls me into his bedroom. I guess he was waiting and heard my door. The lights are dimmed low, giving a soft glow to everything. As soon as I’m through the door, Nate’s on me, his lips against mine. I’m inhaling him into me, one of my favorite things to do. He doesn’t have a shirt on and he looks great, my body crushed up against hard muscle. He kisses me hard and hungry, and there’s an edge to it that tells me he knows it’s our last time together too. Our tongues come together, and then he’s breaking our kiss, sucking and kissing along my sensitive neck.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” I whisper under my breath.
My whole body’s concentrated on every spot his mouth touches, each lick and nibble shooting straight down to my pussy. I’m already contracting, already slickening, preparing myself for him. His tongue dances across my collarbone, pushes apart the kimono I’m
wearing to reveal my lace bra and panties. My nipples are already peaking the fabric, pink dusky nipples pushing the cups off. My breathing becomes heavy with arousal, my eyes lifting to the ceiling as he unhooks my bra and sucks on one nipple. Well that didn’t last long. Maybe next time I shouldn’t have bothered with buying the lingerie at all.
“I love sucking on these,” he murmurs as he switches, taking my other breast into his mouth. “They’re the perfect fit.”
I push my creamy mounds towards him, the suction so good, so amazing that I’m whimpering with need. My hips gyrate against his cock, the source of all my pleasure. He presses his shaft against my soaked panties, the friction against my swollen clit leaving me mindless with lust. He begins to go lower and lower, but I stop him.
“Wait,” I tell him. “Let me make you feel good too.”
Nate pauses for a moment, but his eyes are so dark, so glazed with desire that it doesn’t need much convincing. He kisses me again, pulling us back onto the bed together. I work my way down over the hard planes of his abs just like he does, before coming to his pants. I pull them off, and his cock springs free, thick as a tree trunk. Even though I’m still new to sucking cock, I’m an eager learner.
I lick my lips, and carefully reach for it. The shaft’s practically pulsing in my small fingers, and he twitches the head towards my lips. No matter how much I try, I can never manage to run my hands all the way around it. His tool is too thick. He’s dripping with his lust, and I give his cock a slow tug, spreading his seed under my hands. My pussy throbs as I really take my time to look, to imprint it onto my mind forever. When I slowly pull my lips over the spongy tip, Nate hisses with pleasure, the muscles in his leg practically jumping.