built between us. My hands moved from her
waist; one dropping to gently grip her ass, and the other sliding under the
cotton fabric of her blouse to follow the dent of her spine up to her bra strap.
I itched to snap open the clasp and reach around to her full breasts, but I kept
my reserve, hoping she’d allow things to go further this time.
She broke away, and I looked down
at her, heart pounding, waiting.
“I haven’t done this for a very
long time,” she said.
“What? Dancing?”
“No.” She shook her head. “This.”
Comprehension dawned. The light
was on amber, about to turn green. But was there some reason she couldn’t say
the word? Did I have to spell it out? “You mean, sex with someone other than
your husband?”
“Sex with anyone.”
“Not following.”
“Like I said before, John was
married to his job. He worked so hard; he was always tired by the time he got
home, and his interest in me declined as his responsibilities increased.”
“He didn’t know a good thing when
he had it.”
Her eyes filled with sadness. “During
our reconciliation, last year, I tried to elicit his interest. I really did,
but he always had an excuse.”
“And he left you again for
another woman.”
She nodded into her chest,
pointedly avoiding my gaze. “His disinterest convinced me I was undesirable.
His unfaithfulness confirmed it.”
“Trust me. That is not the case. I’ve
never wanted anyone more.” Or hated anyone more than her Ex. It was a crime
against mankind for a body like hers not to be touched, and loved, every single
day.
“That’s what I’m struggling to
understand.”
I pushed as much sincerity into
my eyes as I could. “Cora, I desire you.” I took hold of her hand and placed it
on my jeans. “Would I have this if I didn’t?”
Her eyes widened, and with the
lightest of touches, her other hand moved to my shoulder and continued down my
arm until we were holding hands. She dropped to her knees, pulling me down with
her. “I am tired of being alone,” she said. “I want to feel loved again.” My
heart raced. She had my undivided attention, as she moved to release her
blouse’s buttons, one by one, and parted the material. “So where were we?”
I didn’t need asking twice, and
reached up to cup a breast in each hand. “Right about here.”
Her eyes closed and she pushed
her chest forwards, inviting me to touch her more. I was only too happy to
oblige. Through the lacy material, her nipples hardened under the pressure of
my rotating thumbs. I leaned in to dot light kisses along her collarbone. Her chest
heaved; her breathing laboured. Touching her was better than all my birthdays
put together, and her body was the present I was dying to unwrap. I sought her
mouth again, as my fingers travelled upwards to bare her shoulders, then moved
back down to continue working her newly exposed breasts. It was as if I’d never
touched a woman before, exploring curves that were both soft and firm at the
same time. She pulled back and fought for air.
“Christ, you drive me crazy,” I
whispered. “I want to see you naked.”
Filled with a mixture of
excitement and terror, her eyes flicked to the lamp. “I-I …”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be
embarrassed; you have a wonderful body.”
She took a deep breath. “You
first.”
“Suits me.” I couldn’t shed my
clothes quickly enough, and within seconds, I was kneeling in front of her
wearing only my boxers. “Bringing back memories?”
“That’s not naked.”
“Not what you said before.” I
grinned. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you all at once.”
“I’ve seen a naked man before.”
Part of me decided I was better
off not knowing, but the rest of me had to ask, “How many?”
“Just the one.”
“A one-man woman, huh?”
“Until now.”
I pulled her to me. “Until now.”
Easing off her blouse and
unhooking the offending elastic, I uncovered the hottest sight I’d ever seen, but
I
waist; one dropping to gently grip her ass, and the other sliding under the
cotton fabric of her blouse to follow the dent of her spine up to her bra strap.
I itched to snap open the clasp and reach around to her full breasts, but I kept
my reserve, hoping she’d allow things to go further this time.
She broke away, and I looked down
at her, heart pounding, waiting.
“I haven’t done this for a very
long time,” she said.
“What? Dancing?”
“No.” She shook her head. “This.”
Comprehension dawned. The light
was on amber, about to turn green. But was there some reason she couldn’t say
the word? Did I have to spell it out? “You mean, sex with someone other than
your husband?”
“Sex with anyone.”
“Not following.”
“Like I said before, John was
married to his job. He worked so hard; he was always tired by the time he got
home, and his interest in me declined as his responsibilities increased.”
“He didn’t know a good thing when
he had it.”
Her eyes filled with sadness. “During
our reconciliation, last year, I tried to elicit his interest. I really did,
but he always had an excuse.”
“And he left you again for
another woman.”
She nodded into her chest,
pointedly avoiding my gaze. “His disinterest convinced me I was undesirable.
His unfaithfulness confirmed it.”
“Trust me. That is not the case. I’ve
never wanted anyone more.” Or hated anyone more than her Ex. It was a crime
against mankind for a body like hers not to be touched, and loved, every single
day.
“That’s what I’m struggling to
understand.”
I pushed as much sincerity into
my eyes as I could. “Cora, I desire you.” I took hold of her hand and placed it
on my jeans. “Would I have this if I didn’t?”
Her eyes widened, and with the
lightest of touches, her other hand moved to my shoulder and continued down my
arm until we were holding hands. She dropped to her knees, pulling me down with
her. “I am tired of being alone,” she said. “I want to feel loved again.” My
heart raced. She had my undivided attention, as she moved to release her
blouse’s buttons, one by one, and parted the material. “So where were we?”
I didn’t need asking twice, and
reached up to cup a breast in each hand. “Right about here.”
Her eyes closed and she pushed
her chest forwards, inviting me to touch her more. I was only too happy to
oblige. Through the lacy material, her nipples hardened under the pressure of
my rotating thumbs. I leaned in to dot light kisses along her collarbone. Her chest
heaved; her breathing laboured. Touching her was better than all my birthdays
put together, and her body was the present I was dying to unwrap. I sought her
mouth again, as my fingers travelled upwards to bare her shoulders, then moved
back down to continue working her newly exposed breasts. It was as if I’d never
touched a woman before, exploring curves that were both soft and firm at the
same time. She pulled back and fought for air.
“Christ, you drive me crazy,” I
whispered. “I want to see you naked.”
Filled with a mixture of
excitement and terror, her eyes flicked to the lamp. “I-I …”
“It’s okay. You don’t have to be
embarrassed; you have a wonderful body.”
She took a deep breath. “You
first.”
“Suits me.” I couldn’t shed my
clothes quickly enough, and within seconds, I was kneeling in front of her
wearing only my boxers. “Bringing back memories?”
“That’s not naked.”
“Not what you said before.” I
grinned. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to overwhelm you all at once.”
“I’ve seen a naked man before.”
Part of me decided I was better
off not knowing, but the rest of me had to ask, “How many?”
“Just the one.”
“A one-man woman, huh?”
“Until now.”
I pulled her to me. “Until now.”
Easing off her blouse and
unhooking the offending elastic, I uncovered the hottest sight I’d ever seen, but
I
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