Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
Tessica’s stomach lurched as she starred at Connor’s outstretched hand. It wasn’t that she wanted to be celibate for the rest of her life, but taking that first step seemed impossible.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
She nodded without thinking. She’d known him for over thirty years; of course she trusted him. With that thought in mind, she put her shaky hand in his.
He rubbed a thumb over the back of her hand and gently tugged to make her step closer. He put his arm around her waist and pulled until their bodies were pressed together. He leaned down and touched his lips to hers.
When his parted, she followed suit. Soon his tongue pushed past her lips while his hands rubbed up and down her back. The soft hairs from his beard and mustache rubbed against her face as his tongue explored her mouth. Her arms made their way around his neck, pressing them closer together. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kissed with so much intent and passion.
One of his hands traveled down to cup her backside as they kissed. A small tingle of desire rippled through her and made her shiver.
He pulled back a touch. “Bedroom?”
She nodded her head to the right. “Down the hall.”
He kept one arm around her waist and guided her in that direction before putting his lips on hers again.
She got so caught up in the kiss that it was almost a surprise when she felt the edge of her bed against the backs of her legs. She broke their contact to look back at the bed before sitting down.
“Scoot to the middle of the bed and lie down,” he said softly.
While she did that, he unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt and undid the cuffs before pulling the shirt up and off his head.
Her eyes roamed over his chest. There was a smattering of mostly white hair and freckles across his well-defined pecs. She approved.
He toed off his shoes and climbed on to the bed in his slacks and socks. He lay next to her, used his right hand to prop his head up directly above her, and kissed her again. While they kissed, his free hand roamed over her body, and cupped her left breast.
She pressed her chest into his hand in invitation.
He ran his fingertips across her blouse, right over her nipple. It jutted out for more attention. He obliged, running his fingertips back and forth over the peak.
She gasped at the little ripples of pleasure that traveled from her nipple to her core.
His hand moved to the other breast, and gave it the same treatment. She pressed into his hand wanting more. He moved back to the first breast and continued teasing the nipple through the layers of clothing.
She moaned softly and ran her hands across his shoulders and back.
After several minutes of kissing and fondling, Connor pulled his lips away. “Ready for more?”
She nodded breathlessly.
He moved to lay on his back and unbuttoned his slacks. “Take your blouse and bra off.”
She sat up and did as he asked, feeling self-conscious once the bra was off. She quickly laid back down.
He tossed his slacks and socks onto the floor, leaving his boxer briefs in place, and went back to his previous position.
Their lips touched and soon his hand moved to cup her breast again. The skin-on-skin touch was so much better. She hummed in approval. Then he tweaked her nipple between his thumb and finger.
“Mm,” she whimpered as jolts of pleasure ran though her body at the touch.
He broke off the kiss, and leaned down to kiss her neck. He moved lower, pressing gentle kisses across her chest until he reached her left breast.
She gasped when his warm mouth engulfed her left nipple. He gently sucked in time with his fingers tweaking her right nipple.
“Oh my god,” she muttered. “I forgot how good that felt.” She closed her eyes and got lost in the sensations for several moments. Soon her breath was coming in puffs and her hips were moving in little circles.
“More,” she whispered breathlessly.
He pulled his mouth off her breast, and teased, “In a hurry, are you?”
Unsure how to answer, and slightly embarrassed that she’d let the demand slip, she made eye contact. “I, uh… No, I’m not.”
He chuckled while shifting his entire body up and over hers. He’d been laying on her left side and now he was laying on her right. Without another word he put his mouth on her right nipple and sucked as his fingers found her left nipple.
“Oh!” she gasped, and closed her eyes again. “Yes.” Her clit throbbed, wanting to be touched as her hips rolled again.
Several minutes later, she was desperate for more still, but refused to beg. A tiny, frustrated whimper came from her throat.
He paused and brought his head up to make eye contact. With a little smirk he asked, “Did you have something to say?”
His confident smirk irritated her enough to say, “No.”
“You sure? Because I could do this for hours.” He winked and went back to sucking.
She gave in with a groan. “Okay, maybe I’m in a little bit of a hurry to move to the next step. It has been eighteen years for me.”
When he lifted his head again, the smirk was gone. “Eighteen years.” He shook his head. “I still can’t believe that.” Trailing his hand down her stomach to the waistline of her skirt, he stuck one finger in the waist and gently pulled at it. “Time to take it all off.”
She glanced at the wall. “Can we turn the light off?”
There was a pause while he seemed to be considering it. “I’d really prefer to keep it on. You’re absolutely beautiful. I want to see all of you. But if you need it off to be comfortable, I’ll go turn it off.”
She bit her lip and then shook her head. “I don’t need it off. I just don’t like the idea of you comparing me to all the younger women you’ve been with.”
He shook his head. “I frequent clubs, Tessica. I’ve played with younger women, older women, skinny women, plus size women, trans women, and every race under the sun. The only thing they all had in common was kink, but there was a beauty in each of them. When it comes to you, I find everything beautiful.”
What could she possibly say to that? “Okay, we can leave the light on.”
“Thank you.” He tugged at the waistline of her skirt again. “Take it off.”
While she sat up and unzipped it, he scooted over, and slid his underwear off. She was slightly intimidated by the size of his cock, but that didn’t stop her from pushing her skirt, panties, and nylons off her hips in one swift move. She pulled it all off, and dropped it off the side of the bed before laying back down.
He scooted close and ran his hand across her stomach, down her hip, and across her mound of trimmed pubic hair. “Truly, you’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve been with.”
“You’re beautiful, too,” she said.
With a smile he leaned down and sucked on her nipple again while his fingers dipped down between her folds.
She gasped and spread her legs, just enough to give him access.
His fingers ran across every surface of her pussy as if he were memorizing the layout by touch. When he brushed against her clit she moaned. He dipped two fingers inside her, coating them, and then brought them back up to rub her most sensitive spot.
“Oh my god,” she muttered, closing her eyes. She spread her legs even further and tilted her hips up.
He sucked her nipple a bit harder as his fingers moved lazily back and forth across her clit.
She moaned and pushed her hips further up, trying to get more pressure and friction on her clit.
His touch remained frustratingly light for several minutes, making her whimper again.
He pulled his hand and mouth away at the same time.
Whining, she opened her eyes.
“I don’t want you to come until I’m inside you. You’re not allergic to latex, are you?”
Her eyebrows furrowed. It was somewhat difficult to think straight when she was so horny. “No, why?”
“I’m going to put on a condom.”
“Oh.” She almost shook her head and told him he didn’t have to, because she was officially in menopause and hadn’t had a period in over a year and a half, but then she remembered all the people he’d slept with and nodded instead. “Okay.”
He scooted off the bed, pulled his slacks up off the floor, and got a condom out of the front pocket. He tore the package open, rolled the sheath over his cock, and then climbed back in bed. But this time instead of lying beside her, he knelt between her legs.
She spread her legs as far as they would go to accommodate him, and bent her knees so that she had some leverage with her feet on the mattress.
Leaning forward, he hovered above her balancing on one arm, and used his free hand to guide his cock to her entrance. He slowly pushed forward. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
Impatient, she lifted her hips, and pushed herself up until his cock was all the way inside. “I’m good.”
He groaned, and rocked his hips in and out a couple of times before stilling. He looked down at her. “You sure?”
“It’s been a long time, but I’m not a virgin, and I’ve had two babies.” She tilted her hips to slide up and down his cock. “Nothing hurts. It feels fantastic. All I want is more.”
He put a hand on her left hip and gripped it tightly, halting her movements. “Be still for me, and put…” His eyebrows furrowed. “I’m not sure how equal you want us to be right now, but I’d like you to put both your hands above your head on the pillow and cross your wrists together.”
“I don’t mind following your lead in bed.” She put her hands above her head as requested. “As long as I can turn the tables on you once in a while.”
“We can give that a try sometime,” he agreed. “But not tonight. Don’t move your hands.” He glanced down at her bent legs. “Lay your legs flat on the bed and keep them there.”
She did that as well.
“Good. Now be still while I play with you. You can beg and moan, but your body stays still for me until I say you can move. Got it?”
“Yes, Sir.” She smirked.
“Mmm.” He hummed with approval as he pushed his hips into her as far as he could. “I like the sound of that.” He trailed a hand down her stomach, over her mound, and dipped his fingers down between them to reach her clit.
She gasped when he touched it and moaned as he rubbed his fingers back and forth across it rhythmically. He kept his cock pressed firmly inside her and leaned down to gently kiss her neck.
“That’s amazing,” she said reverently. Her hips rocked in time to his fingers. Her breath came in little puffs. Every swipe of his fingers produced waves of pleasure that rolled through her and added to the incredible sensation of being surrounded and filled by him.
“I’m not going to last long,” she warned. She could already feel the waves building on top of each other.
“I love how responsive your body is to my touch. I can’t wait to see how many times I can make you come.”
Those words sent her over the edge. Her body clenched again and again around his cock as she cried out in ecstasy.
His fingers stilled and he pulled his head up to look her in the eyes. “How many times do you usually come in a night?”
“Once.”
He raised one eyebrow. “Even when you were married?”
“There were a few times in my younger years when I came twice in one night, but usually just once.”
“Maybe we need a two-come rule for you.”
A snorted laugh came out of her. “A two-come rule?”
“Yeah.” He smirked. He shifted his weight so that he was balancing his upper body with his right hand, and then used his left hand to grasp both of her wrists that were still above her head.
“You’ve got me. What are you going to do with me?” she teased.
He moved his hips, rocking in and out of her at a leisurely pace. “I’m thinking it over.”
“How many times do you usually come in a night?”
He chuckled. “Only once. But every once in a while, if I start early enough, twice.”
“Well then, I guess we’ve got that in common.”
“I guess we do.”
“Instead of holding me down, we could roll over, and I could ride you.”
“For someone who was reluctant to come to bed with me, you’re very enthusiastic.”
“I just had to get over my initial fears. I think it’s like riding a bike.” She wrapped her legs around his waist.
He stopped moving his hips. “I told you to keep your legs down on the mattress.”
“I thought that was only until I came.”
“It wasn’t, but…”
She locked her ankles together at the small of his back and pushed herself up onto his cock.
“I’ll allow it,” he said, his voice a bit rough.
“How generous of you, Sir,” she teased, using her legs to slide her body up and down his cock at a faster pace than he’d established.
“Whoa there.” He let his body weight fully rest on top of her, hindering her movements. “This isn’t a race.”
“Mm.” She closed her eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of his weight on her. “That’s nice.”
“What’s nice?”
“The pressure of your body on mine. It’s been a long time.”
He let go of her wrists, and put his hand on the side of her face. “Let’s work on making that a distant memory.”
He leaned in and kissed her. She brought her arms down to rub his back, and he thrust into her rhythmically as they kissed. She kept her legs wrapped around him and her hips quickly matched his rhythm.
She was so lost in the sensations all around her, that it almost came as a surprise when his cock pulsed inside her. He groaned into her neck and thrust a bit harder then stilled for a few seconds. After a few lazy thrusts, he picked his head up make eye contact.
“I didn’t intend for our first time to be so…”
“Intimate?” she guessed.
He shook his head. “Vanilla.”
She giggled. “It was even missionary.”
“The horror.” He grinned.
She lost her smile and put her hands on the sides of his face. “Thank you. This was the perfect way to reintroduce me to sex as a couple’s activity instead of a solitary one.”
“You’re welcome.” He gave her a gentle kiss before carefully pulling out, and moving to lay on his back beside her. Then he pulled her to him so they could cuddle.