10. Henry
Ireturned topside and, just like every time I glimpsed Roxie, my breath caught at the sight of her. A sliver of light cut through the gap between the umbrella and the mast, catching the gold in her hair. Her lips, as usual, were a delicious shade of cherry red. Their natural beauty was mesmerizing. I’d already found myself staring at those lips as she spoke, or ate, or whatever else she chose to do with them.
Just the thought of her sucking me had my cock bouncing to life. And as much as I told myself to slow down, I didn’t want to either. Not when there was a possibility that we’d have a sum total of ten days together.
I didn’t even want to think about not seeing her after the new year. I had a good feeling about Roxie, and other than when I’d first met my wife in our early twenties, the only other time I’d floated on this wonderful feeling was when I met with Jane. I never thought I’d have these feelings again.
But I do. And they’re mighty strong.
My body had some kind of good vibes filter. And I enjoyed listening to those vibes.
I popped the cork and topped up our glasses, but as I settled back into my seat, Roxie wriggled backward and stood. The look in her eyes had changed. Something had happened, and I had no idea what. But by the sparkle in her gaze and the curl at her mouth, I was looking forward to hearing what it was.
She came to my side, eased me back a fraction, raised the hem of her dress, and straddled my lap.
“Well, hello,” I said.
“Hi.”
“Did I miss something?”
She leaned in and kissed my neck, just below my ear. Her hot breath and the moan tumbling from her throat sent shivers down my spine. I cupped her breast, and when I realized she’d removed her bikini top, my cock bounced to attention.
She moved her hips back and forth, gliding over my pulsing rod. Each movement made me grow harder. I massaged her breast, clutching and releasing the lovely mound between my fingers. My lips found hers, and our tentative kisses from yesterday were long gone.
These were heated. Sexy. On fire.
As was Roxie. Something had changed. She was a demon. Driving her tongue into my mouth. Rolling her hips over my groin. She pinched my nipple so hard, I winced.
Roxie pulled back. “Sorry.” She looked surprised by what she’d done, and I sensed a slight shift, as if she’d arisen from a fog.
“Are you okay?” I frowned.
She wrapped her arms around me, squeezing my head to her chest. I listened to her thumping heart, and as I hugged her, I stared at the horizon and wondered what the hell was wrong.
“I’m sorry. It’s just...” Her voice trailed off.
“Hey, come here.” I eased her back and cupped her cheek. “What’s wrong?”
She leaned into my hand, and her eyes glistened with tears. “I really like you.” She blurted.
I smiled yet frowned. “I feel exactly the same. So why are you upset?”
“Because... because in a few days, you’ll return to Sydney, and I’ll probably never see you again.”
“Oh, you have that so wrong.”
She blinked at me, and the tiniest of frowns formed on her brow.
“I deliberately missed my flight today. Just so I could be with you. I haven’t even booked my return flight yet.”
“You did? You haven’t? But what about Christmas?”
I chuckled. “That’s three questions. We’re supposed to take it in turns.”
She laughed, and it was a sweet melody that suited her perfectly. It wasn’t forced or contrived; it was natural and fresh. Spellbinding.
“I can’t believe you canceled your flight.”
I shrugged. “After our first night together, I had to see you again. I find you fascinating, Roxie.”
“You do?” She leaned forward and kissed me, capturing my response with her lips. This time, our kiss was tender. Soft on my lips but brutal on my heart. We tilted our heads, opened our mouths, and each of us probed with our tongues. Licking. Tasting. Exploring. My hand found her breast again, and as I glided my fingers beneath her mound, she curled her back, giving me more.
I wanted more. I wanted to see more. Lots, lots more.
“Take your dress off.”
She eased back and obeyed my command. Then I pushed our plates aside, picked her up, and placed her bottom on the table. Her breasts were the perfect height. They were plump and perky, and her nipples were a subtle shade of pink. I leaned forward and sucked her delicate bud into my mouth.
I tasted the salt on her skin, and as I rolled my tongue around her nipple, it responded to my touch. Growing and hardening. It was delicious and exquisite and had my dick pulsing to attention.
Her moans had my cock aching to be released, and I couldn’t hold back a moment more.
I stood, and with my eyes on hers, I offered my hand. She reached for it, and leading the way, I guided Roxie down the stairs. At the base of the bed, I kissed her again. I glided my fingers around the back of her neck, pulling her toward me. Our bodies aligned, hips touching, her breasts pressed against my chest.
It was like we were made for each other.
I drove my fingers into her bikini bottoms and over her mound, seeking the hot zone I knew was there. She parted her legs, allowing me entrance. I moved my mouth from her lips to her neck; she gasped as I plunged my finger into her.
Her folds were hot and silky and wrapped around me like a succulent glove.
Roxie curled her arm around my back, gripping onto me as I drove my finger in and out. I matched a second finger to the first and rubbed over her clit with each penetration. She wriggled and writhed. Groaned and gasped. She was lost to my touch, and it was incredible to experience it with her.
She clawed her nails up my back. Nipped her teeth along my shoulder.
Her bikini bottom was proving to be annoying. So I stepped back, catching her off guard, and it seemed an eternity before her eyes focused again. When they did, their fiery color had intensified, blazing with lust. While capturing that gaze, I leaned forward, sucked her nipple into my mouth, and then lowered to my knees. I glanced up to see her jaw drop, and I imagined her breath whispering across her cherry-red lips.
I hooked my thumbs into her bikini bottoms and tugged them down. Her small patch of pubic hair was as blonde as the hair on her head. It was feminine and sexy. I continued to lower her bikini, taking my time for the grand reveal.
When I leaned forward and inhaled long and deep, a moan tumbled from her throat. Her tangy scent was delicious, and when I inhaled again, she dug her fingers into my shoulders. Her nails were spikes of pleasure digging deep.
My cock was set to burst from my jocks. But I refrained from releasing it until Roxie rode out the orgasm that I knew was building.
I eased her legs apart and glided my hands up the inside of her silky thighs. With one arm around her backside, I squeezed her lovely buttocks as I glided my tongue over her pussy. Oh, the sweet taste.
I licked her again, and when I sucked her clit, she bent her knees and eased her hips forward. As she offered me more, she dug her fingers into my shoulders, gripping on. With my free hand, I plunged my finger into her pussy, entering her hot folds while my tongue lapped up her delicious juices.
We moved together in glorious sync. I joined a second finger to the first; twisting and turning, I plunged in and out of her delicious abyss. She gasped and drove her fingers through my hair. Roxie stiffened, and I knew she was close. I stopped my fingers but continued licking her clit and rolling her bud beneath my tongue.
When she cried out, I rammed my fingers into her over and over. My tongue lapped up her sweet nectar. Her nails scratched my scalp. Her juices trickled over my hand, down her thighs. Her tangy scent, her sweet taste, her writhing body, every sweet sensation nearly tipped me over the edge.
But I closed my eyes and forced the release back. Waiting. Anticipating. My time would come.
A trembling gasp crossed her lips. She stepped back a pace, flopped onto the bed, and curled her knees up, hiding her heavenly box from view. “Oh my God.” Her eyes were closed, and her chest rose up and down with each ragged breath. Her lovely lips were even redder than usual.
I stepped out of my jocks, freeing my cock. I glided my hand along my shaft. Just once, feeling the immense hardness beneath my fingers. Every ounce of my skin was alive, begging to be touched.
I waited until she opened her eyes. It was another beat or two before she glanced toward me and propped up on her elbow. “Hi.”
I chuckled. “Hi, you okay?”
“Okay! That was...” She flopped back again and straightened her legs. I chuckled, knowing I’d completed my objective.
I put my hands on the bed, and as I crawled up her, the head of my cock bounced up the length of her body. The second our lips met, her hand wrapped around my rod. She glided her hand up and down my shaft, and my cock pulsed and thickened with each pull.
Our mouths unlocked, and before I knew what was happening, Roxie rolled me onto my back. She knelt at my side, and with her lips parted, her gaze followed her hand movements up and down my shaft. Just the look in her eyes was enough to push me over the edge. She was enjoying this as much as I was.
I reached up, and when I squeezed her breast, she gently shoved my hand away. “It’s your turn.”
“Oh.” That was the sum total of my words.
Her hand eased between my thighs, and I parted my legs. She cupped my balls, taking their weight in her hands. Adrenaline rushed through my veins, feeding my cock until it felt enormous. Bigger than I’d felt in a long time. Way too long.
I rocked my hips, matching the travel of her hand up and down my shaft. She squeezed my balls in time too, and it was sensation overload. “Roxie,” I mumbled her name, and it felt so right.
Her response was to lean forward, and when she wrapped her cherry lips around my cock, I just about exploded. It had been over a year since my last climax, and I wasn’t sure how long I could hold this one back.
The intensity was huge. Mammoth even.
I hissed through my teeth as she lowered her lips down my shaft. Her hand cupped and gently squeezed my balls as she fed my cock into her throat. Her tongue was a silky furnace that wriggled and curled around my shaft.
I forgot to breathe. I forgot to think. The only thing that mattered was the glide of her lips up and down my rod. I reached out and clawed at the sheets.
When I glanced down and saw her lips swallow me again, she opened her eyes. When she met my gaze, I couldn’t hold back a moment more. I reached over and squeezed her ass as I cried out. My cock jerked once, twice, a dozen times, spurting my hot cum into her throat, and Roxie continued sucking me until she’d swallowed it all.
It was my turn to flop back and gasp ragged breaths. I could barely breathe. Barely even open my eyes. Roxie had taken me to another world. A world where nothing mattered but my own pleasure. And what a wonderful world it was.
She wriggled into the crook of my shoulder, placed her arm across my chest, and I hugged her tight. So tight, I never wanted to let her go.
Roxie did things to me that I had thought I’d never have again. And it wasn’t just sexual things. She aroused a curiosity that had vanished a long time ago. I wanted to know her. Really truly know her.
But why would a young woman as beautiful and vibrant as Roxie want an old grandfather like me? It would be cruel for me to even dream of that possibility. And if we did go further with this situation, how far would we go? Was I willing to let another woman into my heart? I wasn’t sure I could handle another situation like I’d had with Jane.
I couldn’t survive another broken heart.