I stooped over as she sank down, her hand running up and down my length, my balls tightening already. I ran my fingers up and down the side of her body, feeling her shiver before I moved them round and cupped her tits in my hands.
At the same time her lips touched the head of my cock, the rest of the world paused. She used her hand as well as her mouth, controlling how much she wanted to take in. Her tits were heavy in my hands, my fingers playing with her nipples making her squirm. I wanted to be inside her now, her long legs wrapped around my hips while I made her come on my cock, marking her – which was a whole other thing I’d consider later.
“I’m nearly there.” I wasn’t sure whether she wanted me to come in her mouth or where.
She moved her mouth off me, keeping up the same rhythm with her hand, and she leaned back, the shirt falling away, exposing her tits.
“Come on them.”
Those words were all it took.
I cleaned her up, enjoying it far too much, finding out what it was like to have my mouth on her nipples, finding out that she was a fan of having them played with, finding out that she was really wet and ready when I slipped my hand down the thin sweatpants she was wearing, her clit slick and centre soaking. I teased at first, toying with her entrance before slipping a finger partially in. Her hips moved, seeking more friction, wanting to reach that sweet ending.
“I’ll have to see to myself in the shower in the morning, ‘cause all I’ll be thinking about is your pretty tits with my cum all over them.” I nipped her neck, slipping in another finger, not as gently this time.
She moaned, her hands gripping my shoulders, tits still on show for me.
“Then I’ll be thinking about being in here.” I started to up the speed of my fingers. “My cock doing this instead. Do you want that?”
“Yes. Now.”
I laughed quietly. “Not now. There isn’t time, and I don’t want you to have to be quiet.” Not like she was now, biting her lip every time I changed the pressure on her clit.
“I’m going to come.” I felt her tense, the wetness between her legs growing, and then she broke apart, her legs almost buckling.
I steadied her, not that I was that steady myself, and kissed her slowly and gently. Then I pulled my hand up to my mouth and looked in her eyes while I licked a finger that’d been inside her.
“You’re a tease.” She batted me with her hand, tits still out.
“Not as much as you.” I looked deliberately at them. “You’re so fucking amazing.”
“You’re just saying that because I sucked you off.” She blushed at the words. “That makes me sound like a teenager.”
We were both laughing, the sound still quiet enough to not wake the girls. “I’m not sure what’s the most romantic way to put it.” I leaned over and started to do up the buttons of her shirt, kissing her on her still-hot cheek. “You need to change your underwear, by the way. It’s soaking.”
“Which is your fault.”
“I’ll take that. I’ll make us a cup of tea, if you want one.”
She was half-way to the door, picking up her bra. “Please. I’ll be back down in a minute.”
I was surprised when she did come back down a few minutes later, wearing soft cotton shorts and a matching top, white with yellow flowers on them, and slightly see-thru.
I expected her to sit away from me on the sofa in case one of the girls came down, but from the look on the baby-monitor, they were sleeping soundly. Instead, she sat next to me, arranging us so she could lie between my legs, her back to my front.
“I’m sorry if you’re not a cuddler. But that was rather a big thing.”
“We’re not talking about my penis, are we?” I wrapped my arms around her front, resting them on her stomach.
“Well, that as well. You know what I meant.”
“I do. And I don’t mind cuddling. I’d rather you were here than the other end of the sofa. You’re not worried about the girls coming down?”
“We’d hear them and I’m not worried about them seeing us like this. Are you? Would you rather they didn’t know? I know it could make things awkward if – when – things don’t work out.”
“Only if we make it awkward and only if it doesn’t work out. Let them know we’re not just friends and if it doesn’t work out, we can show them how something ends well.” I didn’t think it was going to end, because if I was honest with myself, I’d fallen head over heels with her in the last few days. For the first time, I just wanted my divorce to be officially over, for that old part of my life to be firmly in the rear view.
She turned around, her breasts pressed against my chest in a way that was not helping me relax. I cupped her backside, enjoying the feel of it under my hands, slipping them up the legs of her shorts.
