“Oh, yes, Jer. That’s perfect. Don’t stop,” I gasped as my breathing quickened.
He had pleasured my pussy perfectly and had moved up to my clit. He had barely got past the gentle flicks of the tongue when the orgasm came in waves. I gripped his hair, pulled him into me with one leg wrapped around his back, while I pinched and pulled on one of my nipples. He sucked and applied more pressure, causing me to writhe on the bed.
“Fuck yes, Jer.” I tried to slow down my breathing, but he moved up my body with kisses.
He spent a while on my breasts. More Kissing. Sucking. Playing.
I could feel his erection grazing my inner thigh. That made me shiver and squirm.
“Still want to talk,” he whispered as he kissed my neck and tugged on my earlobe with his teeth.
“Yes, but it can… wait,” I barely managed as he entered me with his hard cock.
He slid it in slowly. My pussy took him in and I spread my legs wide as his weight pressed down on me. Hard body pressed against mine. Pecs against my breasts. Hard abs against my soft belly. His lips pressed into mine. His tongue penetrating my mouth as much as he penetrated my pussy.
I took deep belly breaths, trying to calm my body’s reaction to his. Not because I didn’t enjoy the feeling, but because now, in my passion, I wanted to enjoy it more deeply. I opened up to him, accepting him, inviting him in to my feminine presence. I closed my eyes and fucked him.
Although, as soon as I relaxed and closed my eyes, my mind immediately wandered to Dirk.
“You’re so wet tonight, Reggie.” He moved with me, a rhythmic movement of his hips as he ground his pelvis against mine, pleasuring my clit with an up and down sliding motion.
For a moment, even though I wanted to remain present—that was always my intention as I believed in conscious lovemaking—I was transported to somewhere else. I suddenly lay in another bed with another man on top of me. It was Dirk sliding his cock in and out of me, and not Jerald.
“Oh, Dirk,” I moaned.
“What?” Jerald asked between a grunt that signified he was close.
I snapped out of my sudden dip into fantasy and realized what I had said.
“Your dick,” I said. “Your dick feels so big today.” Even though I had been jerked from my fantasy, Jerald’s grinding had its usual effect on my body. In fact, it seemed better than usual.
He raised up, so he was kneeling. He grabbed my hips, pulled me into him as he thrust forward. His cock was hitting the right spots inside of me. His breathing quickened. His chest and tight stomach moved with his breathing and his powerful thrusts.
My breathing quickened. I felt our sexual energies mixed, swirling like in a whirlpool, a vortex of passion. Soon I couldn’t hold back the orgasm and it raced through me. Like an explosion with ground zero at my g-spot, it radiated out from there.
My explosion triggered his. He soon filled me with his cum in jets of semen, splashing inside me.
Jerald collapsed onto the bed beside me, and we both tried to catch our breath and come down from our heightened physical state. I traced an infinity symbol on his hip as he lay facing me while I tried to coalesce my thoughts into coherent questions.
Why did I call out to Dirk?
I pushed that thought aside. Feeling the need to get out of the bedroom, I got out of bed, slipped my kimono gown back on, and headed to the kitchen. I took another sip of the Malbec and stared at the file. I turned to the pages where the interviews started and found Jerald’s. As I sipped my wine, I read.
After gaining his confidence, I asked him about the picture on his desk, specifically the woman in the picture.
“Oh, that’s a good friend.” He said.
“Oh, how good a friend?” I asked in response.
“Pretty good. We’re close. I’ve known her about four years. That’s from a charity event she went to with me as my date.”
I was pretty sure he was hedging. After letting him know I wouldn’t be jealous, he finally opened up. They were intimate for about two years. Not a couple, more like a friend with benefits. He referred to her as a milf. They get together once or twice a month. He hasn’t been with her in over a year.
As for her character, he says he trusts her. She’s taught him a lot. She’s kind. There’s been no arguments or manipulation on her part. He talked a lot about sex with her, being both hot and very Zen.
I took a long drink of the Malbec. The plum taste almost seemed bitter at that moment.
Jerald sauntered into the kitchen like a Roman gladiator who had just won and received his reward for victory. He was so cute when he was like that.
