Making the Hook-Up by Cole Riley Page B

something special, you’re right. We were both tired, pissed off, glad to get somewhere to lay our heads. We didn’t care about what the place looked like, or that it was so small you really couldn’t move without bumping into furniture.”
    Lynn paused and looked up at me, running a finger along the back of my hand. “Are you serious about that? That was when you knew?”
    â€œYes it was. Why?”
    â€œJust…I think that weekend convinced me that I should marry you. I knew you didn’t really want to go, couldn’t care less about seeing some Broadway show, and only went because I asked you to. It was really sweet.”

    â€œYep, that was some night.”
    â€œI don’t think we’ve ever been so quiet like that, either. That was part of what made it so amazing; being with you and not saying anything, just making love to you in total silence…that was just…wow…”
    Lynn’s hand reached down to my suddenly erect member. “So I see. I don’t know how you did it, but I think this guy actually got bigger that night, if that’s possible.” She waggled my dick around a little.
    â€œHe wouldn’t go away either, if you remember.”
    â€œOh, yes I remember. I could feel you all the next day, walking around the city. You can be a greedy bastard sometimes,” she said, smiling.
    I smiled right back. “I don’t remember hearing any objections that night.”
    â€œYeah, well, I would have but…”
    â€œBut…it was too good for you too, wasn’t it?” Even in the moonlight I could see her blush. “Thought so.”
    Casually running my fingers up and down Lynn’s arm, I looked at the wall separating us and our neighbors. “Seems to have quieted down over there.”
    â€œMmm,” Lynn said, her hand still wrapped around my erection. I leaned in and kissed her. The residue of the cherry flavor of her lipstick still lingered on her lips. Both were delicious.
    Suddenly all the long days and weeks without sex came back in a flood of raw hunger. I wanted her desperately, wanted not to make love as we’d been talking about, but to just fuck my wife, hard and fast, to see her hair tossing and her eyes roll into the back of her head, to have her under me, begging me to keep going, to push myself deeper into her, her long legs wrapped around my waist. I wanted to turn us away from the dull married couple and back into not our former, younger selves, but into the raw rutting
animals that still lived deep in the oldest parts of our brain, that we usually try to hide. A quick flash of concern in her brown eyes showed Lynn could see what I was thinking, what kind of fire was about to be directed toward her. Her lower lip trembled and a thin line of sweat slowly meandered its way between her breasts. Her breathing began to quicken, and she pulled me on top of her. She had an animal inside she wanted to let out, too.
    In the middle of our passion, I had a brief flash of Joe banging Brian’s ‘high yella’ back out. It stopped me and almost made me lose my erection.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” Lynn asked, running her fingers down my back.
    â€œNothing, nothing at all,” I said, flipping her over to have her straddle me. My dick grew hard again, a vine curling into the latticework of her pussy hairs, and I slipped back into her warm wetness.
    â€œThey’re at it again ?” I asked Lynn two nights later.
    She listened. “I guess so. Young people…I vaguely remember back when we were like that….”
    I shot her a glance. Listening more closely, thinking I heard a repeated, hissing, “Shit, shit, oh, shit,” I said, “You know, that’s not sex. I think that’s a blow job.”
    â€œYou can tell?”
    â€œYeah.” Lynn looked at me oddly. “What can I say? It sounds different from fucking… Stop staring at me! It’s a guy