7. Chapter 7
Chapter 7
Josh
I flick the light switch in the hall before closing the door behind Sheila.
“This is nice,” she says, hanging her thin raincoat up on one of the wooden pegs on the wall.
“Thanks. Come through, the living room has a stunning view of the surrounding mountains; you’ll see tomorrow. The kitchen is my pride and joy.” I know what I implied; the hope that she’ll still be here in the morning. Sheila looks nervous but there is also fire in her eyes.
“Do you want a glass of wine?” I ask as she checks out my kitchen. I went for traditional style over modern, as with the rest of the farm. The AGA is a focal point in the centre of the large room. Attached to it is a kitchen island I painted in the same willow green as the rest of the cupboards. The big, deep kitchen sink is underneath the window so I can watch the hills whilst I do the washing up. Shelves displaying my pots and pans cover the wall nearest to the AGA. Underneath the other window is a chunky oak table and matching chairs for eight people. When my family come over it’s still not enough space for everyone and we have to make do, but I couldn’t fit a larger table in.
“No, I’m fine, thanks.” Sheila leans against the kitchen island and smiles shyly. “I love what you’ve done with your kitchen. What’s your bedroom looking like?”
There’s a moment of silence before she bursts into laughter.
“Oh my god, that sounded stupid. Sorry, Josh, I don’t have a clue what I should say in a situation like this,” she giggles. I gently grab the front of her T-shirt and pull her closer.
“How about less talking and more—” I capture her lips with mine. Her hands slide around my neck and I pull her closer as her tongue dips in to my mouth.
I lead Sheila into the living room by the hand and turn on some soft background music. She rests her head against my chest and I can feel the tension slowly leaving her body.
I lean down and nuzzle her neck, planting gentle kisses along her jawline. A soft sigh escapes from her lips, encouraging me to continue. I bring one hand up to cup the back of her head, tangling my fingers in her hair as I trail kisses to her ear.
She tilts her head to give me better access, and my gentle bites cause a low moan from deep within her throat. My dick is painfully hard but I want to take things slow for Sheila's sake. Tonight is about making her feel desired and wanted.
I slowly guide us towards the sofa, never breaking our embrace. We drop onto the cushions, our lips still locked in a passionate kiss. My hands continue their exploration of her body, gradually moving upwards until they’re cradling her face .
I deepen the kiss, letting my tongue explore every inch of her mouth. She responds eagerly, matching my movements with a hunger of her own. The heat between us is palpable as our bodies press closer together.
I begin to slide my hands down Sheila's body once again as we kiss, this time stopping at the hem of her shirt. I start to lift the fabric without breaking our kiss, exposing more and more of her smooth skin.
She shivers slightly as a cool draft hits her exposed stomach. I pull away from the kiss just long enough for us to discard our shirts before pulling her back into my arms.
Our bare skin is pressed against each other’s, the heat and electricity between us almost too intense to bear. I trail kisses down her neck, over her collarbone, and along the valley between her breasts.
Sheila's fingers run through my hair as she lets out a low moan. I continue my exploration of her body, moving lower and lower until I am kneeling in front of the sofa.
I look up at her. She nods slightly, giving me permission to proceed. With a slow, deliberate motion, I begin to unbutton her jeans and peel them off, exposing her gorgeous, shapely legs.
I take a moment to appreciate the sight before me. I slide my finger gently over the area where a scar stretches across her lower tummy.
“Keiran was born by c-section.” She looks embarrassed. “I also never really got rid of these stretch marks and to be honest not all of them are from when I was pregnant.” She splays out her hand on her tummy as if she wants to hide.
I bend forward and pull her into a long kiss.
“You are beautiful, angel. These…” I nudge her hand out of the way and stroke my fingers over her tummy, “tell your unique story. I wouldn’t want to change a thing.” I wait for her to relax and when she gives me a nod, I pull her trousers the rest of the way and drop them on the floor next to me.
I lean forward and place a gentle kiss on one knee. Slowly and methodically, I work my way up the inside of her thigh, licking and sucking the soft skin.
She squirms slightly beneath my touch, letting out a soft gasp of pleasure. Encouraged by this response, I let my lips graze over the fabric of her knickers before hooking my fingers around the waistband and pulling them down.
As soon as they are out of the way, I bury my face between Sheila's thighs. Her scent is intoxicating—sweet and musky all at once. I use my tongue to explore every inch of her pussy—teasing, tasting and caressing until she screams out in ecstasy.
My cock twitches, eager to join in. I kick off my shoes and unbuckle my belt, letting my trousers fall to the floor. I’m standing before her in just my boxer briefs, my throbbing dick clearly visible through the thin fabric.
Sheila's eyes widen as they take me in. She reaches out and gently traces the outline of my cock through the fabric, sending a bolt of lightning through my body.
With a mischievous glint in her eye, she grabs hold of the waistband of my boxers and yanks them down. My cock springs free from its confines, the tip already slick with pre-cum.
She wraps her hand around it and begins to stroke up and down. The sensation is almost too much to bear—her touch is so soft and gentle, yet incredibly arousing at the same time.
I let out a low groan of pleasure as she continues to stroke with increasing speed and pressure. My hands grip the edge of the sofa for support as waves of ecstasy wash over me.
Unable to resist any longer, I reach out and pull Sheila into a passionate kiss. I guide her backwards until I’m hovering above her.
“Condom,” she whispers. I can’t believe I almost forgot. I’m so delirious with lust and desire for her, everything else completely left my brain. I fish a foil packet from my wallet and roll it on before aligning myself at her entrance.
“Don’t torture me Josh,” Sheila hooks her legs behind my back and pulls me closer until I push into her warm pussy. Fuck, that feels good.
Our bodies are pressed tightly together as I thrust into her with increasing urgency.
She meets every one of my strokes with equal enthusiasm, moving her hips in perfect rhythm with mine. The heat between us is intense—I can feel droplets of sweat forming on my forehead as we move together in perfect harmony.
My fingers dig into Sheila's hips as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. I can tell by the look on her face that she’s not far behind.
With one final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her and release everything—hot spurts of cum filling the condom as we both cry out. Our bodies tremble with pleasure and we collapse onto the sofa, lost in our own little world for a few blissful moments.
As our breathing gradually slows, I pull out of Sheila's pussy and remove the condom. She gives me a tired but satisfied smile as I lean in for one more kiss—slow and sweet, filled with all the love and tenderness we feel in this moment .
We lay there together in silence. I know Sheila has been hurt before, that she carries scars from her past. But in this moment, none of that matters. This right here, just feels perfect.