“Good thing.”
A minute later, she had me in only my boxer briefs, and she’d stripped down to her bra and panties, still with her knees on either side of mine. I reached out and ran a finger over her center, feeling her sleek heat.
“What do you want?” I asked.
She pulled her panties off and shook them down her leg. Then her thumbs dug into the waistband of my boxers before she tugged those off in one swift move. “Condom?”
I groaned at the delay as I pointed at our discarded clothing on the floor. “Jeans. Wallet.”
She leaned back to grab my pants, handing them to me. I got frustrated trying to fish my wallet out of the side pocket, which had suddenly grown ten feet deep, as Maureen drove me wild, sliding back and forth over my erection. I looked down to see the head of it peeking up at me from between her thighs. Finally rescuing the foil packet from my jeans, I sheathed myself quickly.
I debated whether to pick Maureen up and plop her down on my cock, or if it would be better for her to take controland saddle herself. Maddeningly, she continued simply rocking herself on top of me.
“You asked me what I wanted,” she whispered, looking like a goddess as she sat atop my thighs. This afternoon, I’d made love to her, slowly and deliberately. Now, Maureen had me at her mercy. She arched back, squeezing her breasts.
“Mmm.” Raising my arm to snap her bra open, I leaned forward to take one perfect nipple into my mouth.
“I want…” She continued rolling her hips, killing me with the ache to be inside her.
“Yeah?” I panted, barely containing myself as my body begged to surge upward.
Bowing her head, she intoned directly in my ear, “I want it hard and fast.”
Without giving me a second to digest her breathy plea, she raised herself and then pushed back down onto my erection, filling herself to the hilt while triggering in me a pleasure so intense the room spun.
She was spectacular. Looping her hands around my neck. Riding me with purpose. I gnashed my teeth as I struggled not to blow immediately.
“Pull my hair, Will. Make me come.”
Instinctively, I reached one hand behind her head to grip her ponytail by its base, just enough for her to remember I was there. My other hand found her clit. I massaged the small nub rapidly as she moved above me in a circular motion, whimpering and moaning as she squeezed my cock. The look of ecstasy on her face took my breath away. My fingers continued working as I felt her inner muscles clench.
“I’m close,” she panted, sandwiching her body against mine, pinning my hand between us. “I want you on top of me when I come.”
She jerked us back onto the couch, her head on the armrest and me above. I removed my hand and pushed my groin against her—fast and hard, as she’d requested.
“Make me feel you, Will.”
Feverishly, I pounded myself against her center until she came with a groan before I released into the condom.
The couch wasn’t the most comfortable place for an encounter. It wasn’t deep, so one of Maureen’s legs hung over the edge, her foot flat on the floor. I brought myself to a standing position, quickly going into the bathroom to tie off the condom. When I came back, she was still lying there naked, recovering, and I thought again about how I would do anything for this woman. To see her like this. Often.
I grabbed her hand and helped her to her feet, walking with her back to my bedroom, where we both fell back on the mattress and drifted in and out of slumber for a few hours.
At eleven p.m., we were still in bed. I ran my fingers lazily between Maureen’s breasts. They truly were a photo-perfect set, with small dusky nipples that peaked immediately at my touch.
“Too sensitive,” Maureen said sleepily. “Always, after sex.”
I pulled my hand back and brushed my fingers slowly down her sides, a move that made her tremble and sigh in pleasure. “I’ll learn,” I said. “I want to know everything about your body. All the little touches that drive you crazy.”
“This is a good start.” Her breath hitched as my hand slid down her side and over her naked thigh.
“Interested in another round?” I asked softly, running my tongue across her collarbone. At that, her stomach gave a rude and noisy rumble. We both cracked up as she threw a pillow over her face. “Or maybe I should feed you? We never did get that date.”
“Great idea,” she said. “And I know just the place.”
Less than an hour later, we were seated in a booth at the same Denny’s we’d gone to five years ago.
“I don’t know if this will be a fresh start or if it will curse us again,” I half joked.
