The second we enter, Lena turns and kisses me, pressing herself against me. I kiss her back passionately, my tongue dancing with hers as I pull her close. The kiss is hot and heavy, an accumulation of the buildup over the past couple of days, as if we both couldn’t wait any longer. I lift her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, and carry her with ease over to the sofa. I’m tempted to fuck her up against the wall right now, but I want to savor this a little. To taste her first.
As I lay her down on the sofa, breaking our frenzied kisses, I have to ask, “Lena, are you sure…”
She doesn’t let me finish, let me voice my concern that she might be doing this because she’s had a few drinks, or that it could be too soon after Zeke. “Yes, I want this,” she says firmly, looking me in the eye before kissing me again.
I kiss down the nape of her neck, enjoying the moan that it elicits as she grinds underneath me. She pulls her dress over her head, revealing that she was braless underneath. The sight of her perky breasts with pink, pert nipples turns me on more, and I take a second to appreciate the sight of her before capturing a nipple in my mouth, hardening it with a swirl of my tongue. She moans as I kiss my way down her stomach, trailing my tongue along the soft skin just above her panty line.
I part her legs and breathe her in, savoring the delicious scent of her arousal. I kiss her inner thighs, teasing her as I explore everywhere but the one place she wants me to touch. I kiss her through the lace of her panties, groaning at the taste of her. She arches her back, hungry for more, and I pull off her panties, revealing her perfectly trimmed, beautiful pussy.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I growl as I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her.
As I slip a finger inside her, I feel how wet she is already. My cock strains against my pants in anticipation. I take my time, flicking my tongue against her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, feeling how her tight pussy slowly opens for me. She moans and bucks like a wildcat, nails clawing at my back and running through my hair as she begs for more. I feel her climax building as her pussy spasms against my fingers, and I increase my pace, lashing my tongue against her clit and sending her over the edge as the orgasm hits her, her pussy gushing with her pleasure.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire and hunger that’s not yet satiated as I lick my fingers clean. “You taste fucking incredible,” I remark.
“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, pulling at my clothes.
I remove them, enjoying her expression as she takes in my body, biting her lip. I’m proud of it. Although I may not be as fit as I was in my twenties, I still work out and take care of myself. When I pull off my boxers, her eyes widen in shock at the sight of my cock. It’s throbbing and hard. I know it’s bigger than average. I move to kiss her again, hovering over her, my cock pressing against the entrance of her wet slit, making me precum a little.
I’m about to move to get a condom when she grabs my ass and, using the other hand, guides my cock into her entrance. It feels so fucking good, so tight as my tip eases inside her. All thoughts of protection go out of the window as I lose myself in her. I slowly push deeper as she opens for me, groaning with pleasure as she moans.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I grunt as I start to thrust in and out.
“Fuck, yes, fuck me harder,” she begs. I’m only too happy to accommodate her request.
I flip us over, moving so I’m sitting on the couch and she’s on top so that I can get a better view of that perfect body. I almost blow my load at the sight of her bouncing up and down on my dick, her head thrown back in pleasure, hair tumbling down on her back as her tits jiggle. I grab onto her ass, enjoying how it bounces as I lift her up and down on my cock.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum again,” she pants, her hands on my chest as she closes her eyes in ecstasy.
“Yes, cum for me, baby,” I grunt, still lifting her up and down on my cock as her legs go and the orgasm ripples through her.
Her pussy clenches tightly as she cums, drawing my own climax from me, and I’m unable to hold back any longer as it hits me like a freight train.
“Fuck,” she pants, kissing me again before rolling off to sit back next to me, panting heavily, a slight sheen of sweat coating her skin.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet,” I comment with a lazy smile. “I intend to fuck you all night and make you cum at least two more times,” I purr, lazily teasing her nipple with my fingers.
I see a flicker of happy surprise cross her face as she replies. “That sounds like a plan.” She moves to suck my cock, tasting her cum on it and making my softening dick hard again.
As promised, I spend hours fucking her in every way I can think of until we fall, exhausted, into bed and fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms. I know when we wake tomorrow, I’ll fuckher again. I can’t get enough of Lena. One night is all I needed and I’m hooked.
Chapter 4
Lena
Since that first night, Rex and I can’t keep our hands off each other. I’ve never had this with anyone before. I guess it’s true what they say about older, more experienced men being better in bed. Everyone else I’ve slept with felt like young, fumbling boys in comparison. Not only is the sex incredible, the best I’ve ever had in my limited experience, but I genuinely enjoy his company. It’s only been a couple of weeks, but I can see myself falling for him. It’s a scary prospect, as I’ve been burned in the past. Whenever I’ve let people close they’ve inevitably hurt me or left me. I’m frankly amazed that I want to have sex at all after Zeke, but somehow, I need it more. I feel as though I’m reclaiming my body, my sexuality. I don’t know if that makes me a freak or if it’s normal, but part of me is scared to look into it, especially since it would mean admitting to myself what actually happened. I’ve almost started to believe the lie I told Rex.
Rex and I have been in a little bubble ever since, barely leaving the house and having sex for hours on end. Although, of course, Rex has to go out more than I do for work. I busy myself with the chores or teaching myself how to cook, something I’ve been enjoying more than I would have expected. It feels strange how much of a domestic routine we’ve settled into so quickly, and how much I like it. Rex makes me feel safe and happy, a sharp contrast compared to how Zeke treated me. I now know that Zeke had no genuine feelings or affection for me, he just wanted to possess me.
I’ve made a sort of friend in Amanda, though I suppose, given that she’s in her early fifties, she’s almost a mother figure to me. I’ve not told her about Rex and me because I think she might judge me for the age gap, or worse, accuse Rex of taking advantage, which he isn’t. I want this just as much as he does. I made the first move, and I’m pretty sure if I hadn’t, he’d still be acting like the perfect gentleman. But because I’ve been worried about her response, I’ve been blowing her off a little as I’m pretty sure my face would betray my feelings. I suppose I should make a greater effort with her and the other Soaring Eagles if I intend to stay here for a while.
I’ve not yet discussed the future with Rex. His friends return home tomorrow, which means there won’t be a spare room for me. Not that I’ve been using it, I’ve been staying in Rex’s room since that first night. But still, his housemates might not want me here. Though something Rex said the other night got me thinking. If I’m not mistaken, it sounds like they’ve shared women they want in the past, which has left me more curious than I would have expected. However, I still worry that this living situation isn’t a permanent solution for my problems. I need to find a job, because I can’t expect Rex to house, feed, and clothe me all for free, even if we are sort of dating. I’m not that kind of girl. I need my independence.
I need to speak to him about everything tonight. With his friends returning home tomorrow, I can’t put it off any longer. We’re gonna have some food and drinks at the clubhouse tonight before coming back to enjoy our last night alone together. I figure I’ll speak to him about it over dinner.
I take my time getting ready, shaving my legs, moisturizing, buffing, and plucking until my skin is silky smooth. I wash and curl my usually straight hair and apply simple, natural makeup with a slightly smoky eye. I select a pairof short daisy duke hotpants that I’ve not been brave enough to wear yet since my butt pokes out of the bottom, and then I finish the look off with a crisp white shirt of Rex’s that I tie up and leave several buttons open, revealing a peek of my white lace bra. I’m hoping I’ve achieved a sexy yet casual, thrown-together look. I’ll have to wear the only footwear I have, besides flip-flops which is a pair of awesome vintage brown leather cowboy boots that Amanda insisted I take, since she hasn’t worn them in years. I look a little bit like an extra in a country music video, but hopefully, Rex finds it cute and sexy rather than ridiculous. I hear the rumble of his motorbike pulling up and the front door open and close downstairs, so there’s no time for me to second-guess as I head downstairs to greet him.
“Hey, how was your day?” I ask.
