Chapter 6 #2
Silence settled on the room for a few moments as I reflected on that chapter of my life.
“You know, I grew up that year. I got married; I went off to war; some buddies got blown up. I came home to a cheating bitch and got divorced. It was like a whole lifetime condensed into one year.” I placed my hand on her thigh.
“After surviving all that, everything else seems pretty damn easy.”
“You’ve already lived a lot more than people twice your age,” she observed, her hand stroking up my arm.
“Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn to you. You’re an old soul.
My mom used to say I was too, but now I’m just old.
” She giggled a little, and a chunk of her hair slipped forward, curling under her chin.
I reached out and tucked those strands behind her ear. “You’re not old. You’re not really that much older than me.”
“I know…I’m only seven years older, but being a mom makes me feel a lot older than you. Maybe it has to do with my daughter turning sixteen soon. It feels almost surreal that I could have a kid that old.”
“We’ve had different experiences,” I pointed out, “but they’re the kind that make you grow up fast.”
Maybe that explained why I felt like I could tell her anything.
She had to live with the consequences of choices she made, and so did I.
They were different choices and different consequences, but neither of us had complete control of our destiny.
I was indentured to Uncle Sam, and motherhood was basically a life sentence.
“Too much serious talk,” I changed the subject. “Full from dinner? Or do you want dessert?”
“Oh, right, pie…” Her eyes sparkled. “I could go for some pie. But I think I need to work up an appetite again first.”
“Oh, yeah?”
She leaned back against the headboard and stretched out her legs, spreading them slightly. “Have any ideas?”
“I think I’m ready for pie.” I grabbed hold of her ankle and yanked her flat onto the bed. Before she could do anything more than squeal, I had her legs on my shoulders and her skirt hiked up to reveal her thighs.
“Not so fast… I’m wearing panties tonight.”
“I don’t see that being an issue.” I hooked a finger in the band of her panties right near her hipbone and jerked it hard. In seconds, I was dangling ripped material from my fingertips with a proud smirk on my face.
“James! Those were nice lace panties!”
I nuzzled her thigh, making a trail of kisses to her pussy. “Nicer than this?”
She sighed as her head fell back against the pillows. “Umm…”
My tongue darted out to lick a stripe up her slit. “How about this?”
Before she could answer, I rose to my knees and slowly leaned back all the way until my head hit the mattress, pulling her with me. She looked disheveled, her hair wild around her shoulders and her skirt bunched around her waist.
“Ride my face, Sarah,” I coaxed her.
The pain I’d shared, the memories I’d let slip, all that catharsis had left me horny and needy. I wanted to make this beautiful creature come on my tongue, and I wasn’t taking no for an answer.
“James, I don’t think—”
I grabbed her by the hips and literally moved her forward until her knees were on either side of my face. I groaned as her erotic scent wafted into my nostrils, sweet and musky with the promise of pleasure.
“What do you think you’re doing? You can’t—”
I didn’t speak, only positioned her so I could feast on her honey-laden folds, my tongue spearing her repeatedly until her hips began to grind against me. I broke only long enough to say, “Still mad about those panties?”
“No, totally worth it,” she rasped just before she exploded all over my tongue.
I let her recover, and then I used my brawn to my advantage again, flipping her off me and onto her knees. She shrieked again, clearly not used to being tossed around like a doll, but I could tell she not-so-secretly adored it.
“You want my cock?” I growled, leaning forward till my teeth snared her earlobe.
Her answer was an arched back, ass presented for my taking.
God, she had a beautiful ripe peach of an ass, so full, so perfectly round, wide hips on either side like handles.
The leverage was amazing. And the sight of those curves, a pure masterpiece surrounding her narrow waist, the straight line of her spine, and her dark waves spilling over her shoulders—it was enough to make me question whether I could control myself long enough to fuck her properly.
“James, please…” She looked over her shoulder at me.
I unfastened my pants and whipped my shirt over my head in practically one swift motion. “I need to come in your sweet pussy.”
“Please, baby…need you inside me.”
I didn’t hesitate, sinking inside her inch by inch, filling her and stealing her breath at the same time.
Home.
There was that word again. Fuck.
“I’m going to fuck you right into next year,” I vowed, trying to get the H-word out of my system.
We hadn’t exchanged any of those serious words yet. There had been no I-love-yous, no relationship talk, no commitment, nothing beyond the friends-with-benefits label she offered when we very first met back at the beginning of the school year.
So why was my fucking brain—or was it my heart?—going straight to “home”?
Again!
It was madness.
“Next year, huh? Isn’t that like an hour from now?”
I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand displaying the time in bold green numerals. “Huh, it’s actually three minutes from now. It’s 23:57.”
“What? Already?” Disbelief dripped off each syllable.
“Just take my cock, baby, don’t worry about the time.”
I closed my eyes, blocking out the impending new year, the conversation from earlier, the sensation of rightness I felt every time I slid inside her.
Concentrating on the soft moans spilling from her lips, the ragged breaths, the grinding hips and her fists clenching the sheets beneath her—that was where my focus should be. Would be.
Each thrust was a revelation. I missed her when I was in Ohio. I thought about fucking her so many times. I thought about how her pussy felt clenching around me, coaxing my seed from me.
Don’t need the other distractions right now, just think about this goddess’s body, think about sending her over the edge. I quickened my pace, deepened my angle, and the sounds coming from her grew increasingly unhinged—primal—feral.
Her whole body quaked as she screamed out my name and a string of garbled expletives. She let go, surrendering to the hurricane of pleasure that had stormed her shores.
And I followed right behind her, sinking my fingers into her flesh, riding it out as my whole body drained into hers. Collapsing against her back, I opened one eye to check the time.
“Happy New Year, Sarah…”
She was still speechless.