16. Katy
Katy
I ’d always loved giving blow jobs. I knew a lot of women didn’t enjoy them, but for me, they were the ultimate form of control. Knowing that I could bring even the strongest man to his knees with my mouth was an incredible feeling.
Andrew was a decent size, larger than most men I’d been with. His dick was thick and straight, rapidly turning a reddish color as the blood pooled in the area. I licked around the tip, tasting precum, then took as much of him as I could in my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I pulled back slowly, then sucked him down again, following the motion of my mouth with my hand.
Andrew groaned, then he slid his fingers into my hair but was seemingly content to let me take the lead. Bracing myself with my other hand on his thigh, I began bobbing up and down on his cock, taking him as deep as I could, then retreating.
When I hollowed out my cheeks and added more pressure, Andrew suddenly stepped back. I looked up in confusion.
“Sorry, did I do something you didn’t like?”
He gave me a bemused look. “No, I like it too much, but I’m forty-eight years old. I probably have one shot to come tonight, and I want it to be buried deep inside your pussy.”
The pussy in question flooded with arousal. At least perimenopause hadn’t taken that from me yet. I shifted to my feet, then leaned up to press a quick kiss to Andrew’s lips. If it bothered him to taste himself on my lips he didn’t let on.
“How about we get started on that deep in my pussy part?”
Then I squealed as he picked me up at the waist and gently tossed me onto the bed.
“You have to stop picking me up,” I laughed. “One of these days you’re going to hurt yourself.”
“It’ll be totally worth it,” he said, joining me on the bed.
He crawled up my body, stared into my eyes, then lowered himself on top of me in the world’s slowest reverse push-up. Impatient, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down the rest of the way so I could kiss him again.
Then I pulled away as something occurred to me.
“Do you have protection?” I asked. “I might have something in my bedroom.”
There was no ‘might’ about it, but I didn’t want to seem too slutty. I had an IUD, but I also always insisted on guys wearing condoms. No exceptions. I’d decided years ago not to have children, and I took my protection seriously, especially at my age.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”
He reached over into the drawer of the bedside table and brought out a strip of five or six condoms.
“I thought you only had one shot,” I teased.
“Well, just in case.”
Dropping his head, Andrew kissed me again until we were both breathless. Moving to the side, he slid his hand between my legs, then gave me a satisfied smile.
“Feels like you’re sufficiently excited.”
“I should be,” I retorted. “You’ve been working me up for weeks.”
I gasped as he moved his fingers slowly up and down my slit, teasing me.
“Andrew, I want you.”
He stopped moving to stare down into my eyes again. His brown eyes were so intense they almost looked black.
“Are you sure about this?”
I nodded.
He raised one eyebrow, so I added, “Yes. I want you inside me. Now.”
He nodded like he’d just solved a puzzle. Rolling to his side, he made quick work of rolling on a condom before climbing back on top of me and sliding his hips between my legs. I bent my knees and let them drop to the side, giving him more access. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Andrew notched his cock at my opening. Then he slowly pushed in, just an inch or two, and stopped.
We both sighed happily.
Lifting my legs, I wrapped them around his hips, crossing my feet at the small of his back, and tugged him closer.
“Impatient, huh?” His voice was teasing, but he continued sliding inside of me, not stopping again until he was fully seated.
It had been a while since I had sex – since before I met Andrew the first time in fact – and I felt deliciously full. My muscles stung a bit, then relaxed around his thickness. As soon as my tight hold on him released, Andrew began to move. He pulled almost all the way out, then slowly pushed back in. Despite the insistent press of my heels at his back urging him on, he continued the slow pace even though I could see that it was killing him as much as it was killing me.
Reaching up, I cupped his face between my palms.
“Look, I’m just going to say it. If you want to be on top, you’re going to need to move much, much faster. I’m dying here.”
Andrew burst out laughing. “I had no idea you were going to be so demanding in bed.”
“Didn’t you?” I shot back.
“Well, I guess I did.” He gave me a quick kiss on the lips then pulled my hands over my head. “You’d better hold on. I don’t want you to get a concussion.”
I braced one of my hands against the headboard, taking care to avoid putting pressure on the injured hand, as Andrew began pounding in and out of me at a fast pace. My body shifted with every hard thrust.
“Yes,” I sighed happily. “Keep going.”
His expression was determined, and I softened at his obvious desire to make it good for me. With every stroke I rocked my hips up to meet him, which had the fortunate side effect of increasing the friction on my clit.
My inner muscles began to flutter as little waves of electricity arced through me.
“I’m close.”
Usually it took a lot longer, but with almost two weeks of foreplay, I was more than ready.
Andrew lowered his head, kissing me deeply, mimicking the movement of his hips with his tongue. Then I ripped my face away and gasped for breath as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me.
Andrew rocked inside me half a dozen more times before his movements turned erratic. I lowered my hands and squeezed his ass tightly, spurring him on. He paused, gasping my name before he let himself go, releasing his seed into the condom. I could feel the warmth of it even through the latex.
He collapsed on top of me, burying his head in my neck as I stroked his back.
“Fuck.”
That one word from him said it all. I’d had my fair share of sexual encounters over the years, but never had one left me this shattered. I felt like all the cells in my body had broken apart and reformed into something new. Or maybe it was the sensation of something broken inside me finally healing. This sense of euphoria was new to me, but somehow it felt right.
“Let me get rid of the condom,” Andrew whispered.
He rolled away and I shamelessly watched him as he walked across the room naked, the muscled globes of his backside flexing in a way that made me ready for another go.
Neither of us were exactly decrepit, but we were close enough to our fifties to be firmly middle aged. One thing Andrew and I had in common was our commitment to staying in shape. It was a requirement for my job, but for the man who’d just rocked my world, it was more like a way of life.
You have more than that one thing in common, my conscience reminded me.
It was true. Staying with Andrew the last two weeks had made it blatantly obvious that we were a good match for each other. We were compatible, both personally and sexually. We got along well. And we seemed to have the perfect ratio of things in common and outside interests to make sure that we always had something to talk about. We even liked a lot of the same TV shows.
I was starting to fall in love with him, there was no denying it. It was the first time I’d felt anything even close to love since my college heartbreak. I was freaked out, but not as much as I would have expected to be.
When I was talking to Steph earlier she’d encouraged me to not judge Andrew by what happened in the past. She’d spoken very eloquently about how Christopher had seen all the broken parts of her and still loved her exactly the way she was. He didn’t try to fix her, but he was there to support her in any way she needed.
Her relationship with Christopher was something I could learn from, I realized. But even if Andrew and I could have a relationship, we still had distance working against us. It wasn’t feasible to date a man who lived an hour away from me, not when both of us needed to be present in our offices most of the time.
“That’s a pretty big sigh,” Andrew observed.
I hadn’t even heard him come back into the room.
I looked over and met his eyes. “I need to be totally honest here.”
He braced himself, his entire body stiffening. “Okay. What?”
“I know we agreed to date, and I think we could be good together. As a couple, I mean. But I just don’t see any way to make it work long term, not with our jobs being what they are.”
He rushed to the bed, gathering me into his arms and pulling me close. “If you see the possibility, we will figure out how to make it work. I promise.”
And as I fell asleep in his arms, I couldn’t help but feel hopeful that it was true, even though I knew in my heart that it was probably impossible.