I should take you out.”
“What? Really? I swear kids are growing up way too fast these days.”
“Really. And I agree about leaning too much too fast. But, Aimee, I’m not eighteen. I want to date you with the intention of seeing where it can go. If that means marriage and kids and a dog or two—”
“I’m a cat person,” Aimee interrupted him with a smile.
“Excuse me…a dog or two, and a cat…then so be it. I’m not perfect. I’ll probably always have to deal with my PTSD, but I think with you by my side, and in my arms, I’ll be able to manage it a lot better.”
“If Marci hits on you, I’ll tear her hair out,” Aimee said resolutely, then smiled, ruining the stern countenance she was trying to project. “Make love to me, Tony. Please. I’ve imagined it in my head so much that I feel like we’ve done it hundreds of times already.”
Tony groaned and pushed his hips up into her stomach. “Lord, Aimee. I’m so hard I’m not going to last. The second I get inside you, I’m gonna lose it.”
“That makes me feel better, because I’m so wet right now…listening to you tell me how much you want me only made it worse.”
The hand that had been on her back slowly eased down until he’d pushed under her sweats and undies and was palming her backside. Aimee arched her back, pushing herself up into his touch.
“I do have a perfectly good bed, you know,” she teased.
“We aren’t going to make it,” Tony informed her seriously as Aimee’s hand snaked between them and stroked his engorged cock. “Especially if you keep that up,” he warned. “I wanted to go slow, to inspect and learn every inch of your body.”
“Later,” Aimee moaned, as Tony’s free hand made its way up the front of her shirt. She leaned up, looking down at the man who she’d wanted for ages, hardly believing that he not only wanted her too, but was interested in a long-term relationship as well. It was like her birthday and Christmas all wrapped into one sexy package.
Shifting suddenly so she was straddling him, Aimee braced herself on his chest and looked down. “I want you, Tony. Here. Now.”
“I didn’t expect this and I’m not prepared. Condom?”
“I’ve got a box in my bedroom. If I get up, do you promise not to move?” she asked.
“Not an inch.”
Not dragging it out, Aimee eased off of Tony, and as soon as she cleared his lap, ran into her bedroom and grabbed the box of condoms out of her bedside table. She spared a glance at the expiration date—good, she was still within the safe zone. She’d bought them forever ago, “just in case,” and hadn’t ever even opened the box.
Racing back into the living room, she saw that Tony hadn’t moved at all, except for his hand; he was now stroking himself lazily. He’d popped open the button of his jeans to give himself room and was caressing his cock through his boxers. She moved to the same position she’d been in one minute before and held up the box.
“Not that I expect we’ll use them all tonight, but it was faster to bring the whole thing here. They’re good for another two months so we’re good,” she told him, rushing her words together in order to get them out faster. She wanted to get to the good stuff.
Tony didn’t say a word, but took the box from her and quickly opened it and took out a strip. He tore one off with his teeth and dropped the rest unheeded to the ground.
He didn’t make a fuss out of using the prophylactic, which Aimee appreciated. Leaving the condom between his lips, he moved both hands to her hips and pushed at her sweats. “Lift up,” he mumbled around the foil.
Aimee did as he demanded, shivering in anticipation as he pushed her clothes down as far as they’d go while she was still straddled over him. Unless she stood up, or did some acrobatic move to remove the sweat pants, this was going to get interesting.
Keeping one hand at her hip, Tony moved the other between her legs, testing her readiness.
“What? Really? I swear kids are growing up way too fast these days.”
“Really. And I agree about leaning too much too fast. But, Aimee, I’m not eighteen. I want to date you with the intention of seeing where it can go. If that means marriage and kids and a dog or two—”
“I’m a cat person,” Aimee interrupted him with a smile.
“Excuse me…a dog or two, and a cat…then so be it. I’m not perfect. I’ll probably always have to deal with my PTSD, but I think with you by my side, and in my arms, I’ll be able to manage it a lot better.”
“If Marci hits on you, I’ll tear her hair out,” Aimee said resolutely, then smiled, ruining the stern countenance she was trying to project. “Make love to me, Tony. Please. I’ve imagined it in my head so much that I feel like we’ve done it hundreds of times already.”
Tony groaned and pushed his hips up into her stomach. “Lord, Aimee. I’m so hard I’m not going to last. The second I get inside you, I’m gonna lose it.”
“That makes me feel better, because I’m so wet right now…listening to you tell me how much you want me only made it worse.”
The hand that had been on her back slowly eased down until he’d pushed under her sweats and undies and was palming her backside. Aimee arched her back, pushing herself up into his touch.
“I do have a perfectly good bed, you know,” she teased.
“We aren’t going to make it,” Tony informed her seriously as Aimee’s hand snaked between them and stroked his engorged cock. “Especially if you keep that up,” he warned. “I wanted to go slow, to inspect and learn every inch of your body.”
“Later,” Aimee moaned, as Tony’s free hand made its way up the front of her shirt. She leaned up, looking down at the man who she’d wanted for ages, hardly believing that he not only wanted her too, but was interested in a long-term relationship as well. It was like her birthday and Christmas all wrapped into one sexy package.
Shifting suddenly so she was straddling him, Aimee braced herself on his chest and looked down. “I want you, Tony. Here. Now.”
“I didn’t expect this and I’m not prepared. Condom?”
“I’ve got a box in my bedroom. If I get up, do you promise not to move?” she asked.
“Not an inch.”
Not dragging it out, Aimee eased off of Tony, and as soon as she cleared his lap, ran into her bedroom and grabbed the box of condoms out of her bedside table. She spared a glance at the expiration date—good, she was still within the safe zone. She’d bought them forever ago, “just in case,” and hadn’t ever even opened the box.
Racing back into the living room, she saw that Tony hadn’t moved at all, except for his hand; he was now stroking himself lazily. He’d popped open the button of his jeans to give himself room and was caressing his cock through his boxers. She moved to the same position she’d been in one minute before and held up the box.
“Not that I expect we’ll use them all tonight, but it was faster to bring the whole thing here. They’re good for another two months so we’re good,” she told him, rushing her words together in order to get them out faster. She wanted to get to the good stuff.
Tony didn’t say a word, but took the box from her and quickly opened it and took out a strip. He tore one off with his teeth and dropped the rest unheeded to the ground.
He didn’t make a fuss out of using the prophylactic, which Aimee appreciated. Leaving the condom between his lips, he moved both hands to her hips and pushed at her sweats. “Lift up,” he mumbled around the foil.
Aimee did as he demanded, shivering in anticipation as he pushed her clothes down as far as they’d go while she was still straddled over him. Unless she stood up, or did some acrobatic move to remove the sweat pants, this was going to get interesting.
Keeping one hand at her hip, Tony moved the other between her legs, testing her readiness.
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