“That’s was nice of you.” I looked at the charred surface and thought it looked cooked enough for me. But when I cut into it and some red liquid ran out onto the plate, I looked up to find him smiling at me. “I don’t know about this.”
He leaned over, cut a nice sized chunk off, and then held the fork near my lips. “Open up.”
After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and did as I was told. The warm meat melted on my tongue and left me moaning. “More.”
When I opened my eyes, he’d leaned back in his seat. “I think you can feed yourself now. I’d like to eat mine while it’s warm too.”
Sitting like that, just eating at the table like a real couple, I felt happier than I could ever remember. “This is nice.”
“I agree.” He leaned over to peck my cheek. “Eat up. I want you to have lots of strength for the night I’ve got planned for you, my sweet little virgin.”
Oh, hell!
Chapter 17
Christopher
Wanting things to feel nice and normal, the dinner we’d made set the tone. After eating, we washed the dishes side by side, her washing, me drying. As boring a chore as that is, I had to say that I’d never been more entertained.
Emma made me happy just by being near me. “I noticed that you ate every last piece of the steak.”
“You were right! What can I say?” she said with a shrug.
“I guess that shows you can trust me even more now.” I nudged her with my shoulder, feeling some heat rising up inside of me.
She stopped what she’d been doing to look at me with serious eyes. “Christopher, I trust you completely. That was never in question.”
“Good.” I pecked her cheek. “You should. I wouldn’t ever hurt you, Emma.”
“I believe you.” She smiled at me then added, “I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you either.”
“I believe you, too.” I took the last dish from her and wiped it with the towel before placing it on the rack. “Now it’s time to wash you up, my little love snack.”
Giggling as I picked her up bridal style, she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Love snack?”
Nodding, I kissed her neck then nipped it playfully. “Yummy.”
A nice hot bubble bath for the two of us should loosen her up. I started the water and then poured in the bubbles as she slipped out of her clothes. Dropping my shorts, I got into the old, claw-footed bathtub before she did, and then took her hand to help her settle in front of me.
With her back to me, I ran my hands over her narrow shoulders then kissed one of them before pulling her back to lie on me. “Here you go, just lay back here and let me run my hands all over you.”
She moaned quietly as I moved my hands over her, concentrating on her big tits and playing with the nipples a little before moving down to her stomach. I avoided her pubic area, saving that for last. “God, Christopher, you know how to treat a woman.”
Nibbling her earlobe, I whispered, “I know how to treat you, that’s for sure.”
Every part of her body was beautiful: the way her hips curved; the way her stomach wasn’t completely flat, but a little plump; the way her thighs were thick and luscious—everything combined to make her perfect in my eyes.
I knew if it weren’t for the fact that there were so many people in our way, then we would already be together by now—truly together. I wouldn’t have hesitated to have our relationship be out in the open.
But that wasn’t the case. So we’d just have to make sure we made the most of our weekends. Our secret love affair. In the short time I’d known her, my feelings for Emma had already gone a long way to making me feel whole again. And I hoped our relationship would help Emma with her self-esteem and confidence, too.
She began to run her hands up and down my legs. I shiver went down my spine as she turned over, pressing her tits against my chest. Our mouths collided with a passionate kiss. My cock ached for her, but I still didn’t want to rush anything.
But it seemed that Emma had different plans. She moved her legs to straddle me, and after lining me up with her already wet pussy, she slid down onto my erection without any hesitation. Her tight canal felt so incredible around me that I held my breath as we kissed.
The tip of my dick hit a wall, or more accurately, her hymen. She wasted no time, pushing down so that my cock broke through it. Whimpering, she took her mouth away from mine. “Oh, that burns.” A tear rolled down her cheek, and I ran my thumb over it.
To be honest, I felt some pain, too, as her virgin cunt clamped down on my dick. But the pain was pleasant, even arousing. “It’ll get better.” I put my hands on her waist to lift her up.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and looked into my eyes as I moved her body to stroke me. “I guess I should’ve waited for you to make this move, huh?”
“Nah, I like that you did it.” I eased her hips back down, watching her eyes close as she began to feel more pleasure than pain. “Better?”
“Um, hmm,” she moaned then opened her eyes to look at me again. “You can move me faster if you’d like.”
I moved her a little faster, not much. I liked looking at her body as I moved her up and down slowly. Her boobs jiggled slightly with the movement. Leaning up, I took one into my mouth, sucking it gently.
Emma’s groan, low and sexy, made me hungrier than ever for a taste of her. Without meaning to, I got more aggressive, moving her faster as I bit and sucked her tit harder.
“Yes! Christopher!” she cried out.
She liked it rough, it seemed, and so did I. Even though I’d never once been rough with my ex-wife, I loved the adrenaline that rushed through my body at the thought of taking that step with Emma. Pulling my mouth away from her succulent tit, I said, “Let’s go to our bed and see what we can come up with.”
A slow, sexy smile curled her pink lips. “Yeah, let’s do that. I can’t believe how amazing this feels.”
“It only gets better, baby.” I picked her all the way up, lifting her off my engorged cock.
She got out of the tub and grabbed a towel to dry off with as I followed suit. Tossing her towel to me, she walked out of the bathroom to get into the bed.
Feeling like some young stud, I barely ran the towel over my body before running after her, and then picking her up and tossing her over my shoulder. I gave her ass a nice slap then took her to our bed. Our bed!
Emma’s reactions so far couldn’t have been a bigger surprise. Starting out shy and innocent and then impaling herself on my erection like that? Wow, who would’ve seen that coming?
Not that I was complaining. Everything this woman did just seemed to turn me on more.
Tossing her onto the bed, I gazed at her beautiful body. “I’ve got to say that you’ve impressed me, baby.”
“How’s that?” she asked as she looked me over then wiggled her finger in a come-hither gesture. “Come here and tell me about it while you take me like you own me, sexy.”
“Holy fuck!” I muttered as I climbed in between her spread legs, ramming my cock into her soft, hot pussy. “You’re hot as hell, Emma.”
Grunting slightly at the impact of my hard thrust, she said, “So are you, Christopher. Now, show me what I’ve been missing.”
I could see she was eager to know how it felt to be fucked every which way imaginable. I would need to purchase a copy of the Kama Sutra. We’d both learn a few things from that.
My marriage hadn’t taught me much more about sex than what I’d already known prior to meeting Lisa. It looked to me like being with Emma would teach me plenty.
I took her hands, pulling them up above her head, and then pinning them to the mattress as I pounded her sweet cunt. Her expression of unadulterated lust made me insane for her. “You like this?”
“How you fuck me?” she asked with a sexy grin. “I like it more than I ever thought I would.”
It had been forever since a woman had said anything like that to me—it would’ve been pre-Lisa, back in my wilder ye
ars. Emma took me back to a time when I was in my prime. She made me feel primal, young, virile, and I never wanted that feeling to go away again.
And watching her become more comfortable in her sexuality was one powerful aphrodisiac.
Laying on top of her, I kissed her hard, demanding more from her. She arched up to meet every hard thrust, wanting it more than I ever imagined the young virgin could.
Her legs wrapped around me as she pulled herself up, wanting to feel me even deeper inside of her. I let go of her hands so I could run mine around the backs of her knees, pulling them up and unwrapping her legs from around my body. I spread her further, pinning her knees to the bed, making it possible to go deeper into her sweet pussy.
She groaned as her untried pussy stretched even more for me. “You’re a perfect fit for me, baby.”
Through gritted teeth, she gasped, “Only you, my sexy man.”
My cock strained, wanting to release, but I wanted to come with her. I’d never cared about that before. But I wanted to give Emma more than I’d ever given anyone, including the woman I’d married.
I should’ve known by now that Emma was full of surprises, but her next words shocked me so much that I stopped moving. “Spank me and take me from behind,” she whispered.
I had never done anything like that before. “Are you sure?” I had to ask.
She nodded as I looked down at her. “Pull my hair, go crazy on me.”
The idea set me on fire. I pulled out of her and then flipped her over onto her stomach. Leaving her lying on the bed, I raised my hand then let it fall onto her ass cheek with a loud smack. I saw my handprint on her creamy ass and smacked it again.
Over and over, I spanked her until her whole ass was red. She whimpered and mewled, even cried out a few times, but she never asked me to stop. When she started pushing her hips back toward me—as if to increase the contact between my hand and her ass—I couldn’t take it anymore. I pushed her legs apart and laid down on top of her back, pushing my erection into her pulsing pussy.
Biting her neck, I held her flesh between my teeth as I growled, “That should teach you not to be bad, baby.” I grabbed a handful of her silky hair, yanking it back to expose more of her neck. I took a bigger bite of hot flesh as I fucked her relentlessly.
Moving her body back on forth on the bed with every hard thrust, I knew her clit was being stimulated like crazy, and I couldn’t wait to feel her come around my aching cock.
She mewed and purred as I fucked her, “Christopher…sexy…oh, my God!”
The way her already tight canal started to tighten around my dick made me growl like an animal. It pulsed and squeezed, and I made some terrible sounds as her orgasm tortured me in the most exquisite way. “Baby! Ah!” I burst inside her like never before. “Fuck!”
I couldn’t hear a thing except for our combined groans, moans, and the way we both panted like we’d run a hundred miles.
Unable to move, I lay on top of her, trying to catch my breath. When my head cleared a little, I worried I might be squishing her. Rolling off, I fell to one side of her. Then she rolled onto her back. “Better than I ever imagined.”
I laughed a little. “Yeah, for me too.”
Emma moved around to lay her head on my chest. “You’ve spoiled me for other men, you know.”
I wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head. “I hope so.”
It wasn’t fair, and I knew that. Emma deserved more than a secret love affair. She deserved to have a normal relationship like anyone else. But she’d chosen to give herself to me. And as selfish as it was, I wasn’t about to give her any freedom to see anyone else, so long as she was with me.
Her fingertips trailed over my chest as her soft lips pressed against my skin. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this.”
“Me neither.” I squeezed her and told her what I’d been thinking. “I don’t want you to see anyone else, Emma.”
She lifted her head to look at me. At first, she seemed confused, but then a smile took over. “Did you think I’d have one taste of sex with you and then go wild, wanting to have sex with any man around, Christopher?”
I didn’t know what I thought. I only thought that I wanted her to be with me and only me. “No. I just wanted to put it out there.”
She put her head back down on my chest. “No need to worry, sexy. I only want you anyway.”
Good.
Chapter 18
Emma
Our first weekend together had taught me a lot. Some of it I already had an inkling about, like I really liked spending time with Christopher. Others were a bit more of a surprise, like I really, really liked having sex with him! Like, couldn’t get enough of him.
The next weekend was more of the same. On the way home from our second weekend together, I called Valerie to tell her how great things were going. “So, I’m leaving to go home now. I just wanted to let you know.”
“Thank you,” Val said appreciatively. “So, how’s it all going?”
I didn’t know where to start, but ventured forward anyway. “Well, he’s fantastic. And I’m having the best time of my life.”
“Naturally.” She snickered. “First love is always the best time of your life. And then it fades away, and life gets in the way.” With a barely suppressed laugh, she continued, “I just want you to know that this will end, is what I’m trying to say, Emma.”
I didn’t want to think about it ending, even if she was joking. “Shut up!”
“Jokes aside, there is some truth to that,” she went on. “It’s all hot and heavy in the beginning, and then the newness tends to wear off. I’m not saying you two will break up. I’m just saying that this euphoric ride you’re both on will likely slow down a hell of a lot. I don’t want you to be blindsided if that happens.”
I could tell she was trying to be a good friend, but I didn’t want to think about the future; I wanted to continue being happy with what we had. “Thanks for the kind words, dear friend, but I think for the next little bit, it’ll continue to be a euphoric ride.”
“Yeah, for the next little bit,” she sighed. “So, this is your second weekend together. When do you think you’re going to let your parents know about your man, Emma?”
Never.
I still hadn’t told her about the age difference or that Christopher was Dad’s friend and our boss. I didn’t think she needed to know all that. No—scratch that—I didn’t want to hear what she’d say about it. I knew she’d tell me it was a bad idea and that I should call it all off. And I didn’t want to hear that.
“You know how my parents are, Valerie.” I turned onto our street and had to wrap up the call. “For now, we’re not telling anyone about us.”
“Tell me his name,” she pushed. “That way if anything happens to you, at least I’ll know who you’ve been with.”
“That would be the safest and smartest thing to do.” I knew that. But I knew I couldn’t tell her his name. “And maybe I’ll tell you sometime, but not today. I’ve just pulled up at the house, and Mom’s already heading out here to greet me,” I lied.
“Fine, but I’ll get his name out of you eventually! Talk to you later,” she said before ending the call.
Laughing at her determination, I parked the car in the garage then grabbed my bag and got out. My body still tingled from Christopher’s touch. Our parting kiss still felt fresh on my lips.
I wished we could talk on the phone, but he said that would be too risky. The days I’d seen him at work the past week, it’d been hard to keep myself from touching him, kissing him, wrapping my arms around him. But the thought of the weekend to come had helped me through it.
Already, I counted the days until he and I could sleep in the same bed, holding each other through the night. Each morning we’d been together he’d woken me up with a kiss that had quickly turned into so much more. Most morning we hadn’t gotten out of bed until just before noon, our stomachs growling for us to get up and make breakfast togeth
er.
Only two weekends in and already I craved that lifestyle every single day and night.
Walking into the house, I heard Mom and Dad in the main living area. “That you, honey?” Mom called out.
“Yes, Mom.” I tossed my bag on the bottom stair before going in to see them.
They had some movie playing on the television, and Dad paused it. “So, how was your visit with Valerie this weekend?”
“Good. We just hung around her apartment and watched movies. It was okay.” I shrugged. “You know, something to do.”
Dad nodded. “Well, next weekend we don’t want you to make any plans.”
My heart stopped. I can’t not see Christopher! “Why?”
Mom chimed in, “It’s our anniversary, sweetie. You know we always go on a little trip. We’re planning on heading up to Canada to do some fishing. Won’t that be fun?”
I’d always gone on their anniversary trips with them. And we always had fun. But I didn’t want to have that kind of fun anymore. “Val and I already made plans; I totally forgot about your anniversary. I’m sorry, but I’m not going to make it for this one.”
Dad’s face told me he wasn’t going to let it go that easily. “Cancel your plans, Emma. We’ve already booked a two-bedroom cabin. You’re coming with us.”
Not used to telling my father no, I didn’t know what to say. My shoulders sagged, feeling helpless.
Mom got up and came to put her arm around me. “Don’t look so blue, sweetie. We’re going to have fun just like we always do.”
“But Val’s going to be so disappointed.” I knew Christopher would be disappointed and so would I, but Val was the only name I could say out loud.
“She’ll get over it,” Dad said.
Then Mom got a bright idea. “I know, let’s invite Valerie too.”
“No,” I said quickly.
Dad looked at me with an odd expression. “And why not?”
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