Chapter 15
Emily
Well,that was uncomfortable. It’s been a while since I had come face to face with someone who has dated someone that I was with. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time.
I’m in my forties. And Gavin is in his thirties.
I don’t look like his mother. Do I?
That girl, looked like she was in her twenties. She was pretty, but she also seemed quite petty with her flirting and not-so-subtle digs.
The ride back to my place was quiet. Gavin’s hand was on my thigh, and my hand covered his. The quiet was welcome.
I haven’t gone on a date like that in quite a while. We played some air hockey in the on-site arcade before we raced a few times before leaving.
I direct him to the underground parking garage and to my guest spot. He kills the engine and turns to me.
“We were together for a few years. We lived together until I caught her cheating on me, at the place that we shared.”
“Oh, shit.”
“I’m sorry she was, well, how she was,” he tells me.
“It’s not a big deal. It’s a small world.”
“She’s the past. I just want you to know that. You’re my present.”
“And your future?” I ask, casually.
“I don’t have a crystal ball. If I did, I’d be a ka-zillionaire. I will not pretend and say something corny like, you’re my future, whatever that is, because both you and I know that tomorrow isn’t promised. What I can say and what I can assure you is that you are my now. And I intend to keep it that way for as long as I can.”
“Oh, you’re good.” I grin.
“Yeah?”
“Well, let’s get upstairs, so I can show you how good I am.”
My hand movesdown his chest, down to his hip. His hand catches mine and he threads his fingers. I hitch my leg up and gently move it against his. His cock stirs at the movement and I continue. I pull his hand to my breast and he cups it, allowing my hand to freely roam his body. His hand leaves my breast, and he moves it to my ass, massaging and gripping while my thigh brushes against him.
We kiss for several moments like this until I feel his hand move between my ass and my pussy. His fingertips nudge at my panties with each passing movement while we kiss. His hands continue massaging me as I lower my knee and grab at his cock through his boxer briefs. I maneuver to pull his cock out and my hand grips his shaft. My fingers tighten as my hand pulls up, my thumb brushing against the crown while he groans against our kiss. His hips move up and down with each stroke. His mouth envelopes mine as his fingers push aside my panties and the tip of his finger dips in.
“These need to come off.” He whispers.
“Yours too,” I tell him.
Moments later, with his cock in my hand, he reaches around my thigh and pulls me over on top of him. I guide his cock inside and push my hips down as his hands grip the globes of my ass and he moves me. His mouth is on my tits as I ride him. I circle my hips as he moves between suckling my nipples and the sensitive skin at the base of my neck.
We move together. Letting our bodies do the talking. His hands massage every inch of my skin as he pulls out of me. His fingers replace his cock as he pushes two inside of me and fucks me with his hand. He pulls his fingers out and looks me in the eye as his digits disappear into his mouth with a wicked grin.
He moves my legs pushes me to my back and hovers over me. He rubs his cock against me, gently tapping my pussy. He looks at me, then pushes himself inside slowly. My mouth drops open while he holds my legs apart, watching himself disappear inside of me. He places one leg on his shoulder and grabs me by the waist and fucks me. My other leg wraps around his back and I lift my body slightly from the bed. He moves quickly, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing. As he pounds into me, my body shakes and my hands reach for him. His hand moves up my body, grabs my breasts, and squeezes while we move. With my leg still on his shoulder, Gavin leans down, placing both his hands on the sides of my head and pistons into me. Moans drop out of my mouth as his hot breaths tickle my cheek. He pulls back up and bends my knee against my body as he continues. We’re both vocal as pleasure rips through our bodies. As if in sync with one another, we come together.
We press against one another again as he places a gentle kiss on the tip of my nose, my cheek, and then my lips with a satisfied smile. He lays down beside me on his stomach and turns his head against the bed to look at me. His eyes are glassy, his skin is dewy with sweat, and his smile is perfect.
We lay there quiet for a few moments, my hand on my chest as I catch my breath, his eyes on the ceiling as he catches his.
“Was that to make me forget we were face-to-face with your ex earlier?” I ask jokingly.
“What’s this? Are you jealous?”
“No, why would I be jealous?”
“Okay, maybe not jealous. But perhaps her egging us on earlier made you want to stake a claim?” he teases back at me as he rolls to his side and places his hand underneath his head.
“I’m not a teenager. I don’t get that way.” I push his shoulder gently and he catches my hand and pulls me over so I am on top of him.
His hands are now cupping my face with his thumbs under my jaw as he kisses me softly.
“No, babe. You are all woman. And the only, the only woman that I want.” He replies before kissing me again, quieting my petty and jealous thoughts.
Sure, I am a little jealous. Only because she was absolutely gorgeous. She could have been a model. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was. And she also had to be a good ten to fifteen years younger than I am.
“What is worrying you?” he asks, running his forefinger along my forehead.
“What? Oh nothing,” I tell him, rolling back to lie on the bed. “How old is she?”
“How old is - wait. Is that what it is? That cheeky comment that she made?”
“She said I was your mother.”
“Let me say this, and I’ll only say this one time. Ignore her. Ignore any of my exes that may come around. None of them are here with me now, that’s you. And second, what’s that stupid saying? Age is nothing but a number. Well, that’s exactly what it is. You’re not the same age as my mother. Sure, there’s an age difference between us, but that’s neither here nor there. You see no one going after men for dating someone younger than them, so why do women do it to other women? Ignore any of that. I don’t care about the slight age difference between us. It shouldn’t be anything that you should be bothered with, either.”
“I know. I know. It’s stupid. And honestly, it’s not something that I’ve thought about since we met. But I think after coming face to face with someone that you previously dated, it made me feel much older.”
“Okay. You’re what, five years older than me? No big deal.”
“Seven.”
“Even better.”
“What does that mean?”
“Woman. I don’t give a shit about how old you are. How old I am. How old anybody is. Our relationship doesn’t boil down to age. Our relationship is about us. How you make me feel, how I make you feel. And none of that has anything to do with how old either of us is.”
He has a point.