Naked from head to toe, they nurtured one another even in the dark unconsciousness of sleep. She had fallen asleep with her back pressed against his chest. It hadn't taken long for him to grow hard a second time. He'd only had one bite to sate his pent-up sexual hunger. He wanted another helping of Louisa.
He reached around to stroke her velvety peaches. Words could not describe what it did to him to cradle her breasts in his hands. Electrical impulses ping-ponged around in his gut and informed his groin. His erection prodded at her backside.
He pushed her hair aside and lipped at her ear. Slowly she woke, wiggling her bottom into his lap. His cock responded accordingly. At his groan she looked over her shoulder, smiling sleepily at him.
"Mmmmmm..." Richard pushed the head of his cock between her legs. Louisa angled her body to draw him closer to her place of warm, wet heat. He was a little more aggressive this time. Lightly he pinched both of her nipples and was rewarded with her startled cry of passion. A rush of wetness greeted the crown of his cock.
He was harder and more sensitive than ever. "OhgodLouisa." The words surged out of him. He grabbed her around her waist and she bent at knee and hip — their bodies communicated — and then she was on her hands and knees as he knelt behind her.
The probing of his finger made her shudder and cry out. Some of the wetness inside her was his own. The thought of their mingling juices kicked his arousal up another notch. He slid the tip of his cock into her sheath and watched as her back arched. Her long hair fell to one side in the dim light.
Then the lovely screwing began. He inched his way in, and withdrew. Pushed in another inch, and pulled back. Her ass cheeks were cool in his hot grip. They played the lovers' game of push-me, pull-you, grunting with every stroke. Richard thought he would die, and at the same time, had never felt so alive. He caught glimpses of her breasts as they swayed, bouncing in time to the movements of their bodies. The smell of sex was strong in the room. Her body clamped around his in a 360º hug.
More frantically they flew together. With every thrust his balls spanked her ass. She rocked beneath him, almost as if fighting him off. He growled and grabbed her, yanking her firmly into contact with his hips. Her cum-cry matched her internal spasm. The wet jerking sparked his own seismology...not for the final time that night. They made love so many times, he lost count.
All of this swept through his mind, and more, as he held her now. Richard loved peeling off Louisa's clothing. There was something heady about unbuttoning her silk blouse. Swirling around in his breastbone was a mix of passion, affection, power, and doing something forbidden. That, and the constant surprise of what she might have on underneath. It made him nuts that she shopped for lingerie especially for his benefit.
Today's confection was white, but definitely not the typical workaday Kevlar. Tiny seed pearls dotted the centers of lacy flowers. Sheer panels around the ribcage were punctuated with stern boning. The corset laced up the back. Fleetingly he wondered how the hell she had gotten it on. Then he spied the all-but-invisible zipper up the side.
But undoing the laces was much more fun. He untied the bow at the small of her back and loosened the cords, bit by bit, while he kissed her and teased her with his mouth. Her own soft hands worked at his clothing. She made him pause just long enough to lift off his t-shirt, and then her fingers were hungry indeed, finding every muscled inch of his torso.
She broke away from his kiss and fastened her mouth on his nipple. The sucking caused his hands to stumble in their heavenly work. Before Louisa, Richard hadn't been aware of how pleasant this could be. Now he closed his eyes and gasped.
"That's it!" he declared. Far faster than she could do it, he whipped off his pants and pinned her to the bed. Laughing, she squirmed beneath him. "Gotcha!"
"Minx. Vile temptress." He lost patience with the pretty undergarment and pulled it away, casting it over his shoulder.
Louisa quit laughing when Richard took her nipple in his mouth. Her noises quickly segued to moans of pleasure. He licked and sucked at the tender pink flesh, feeling the point go from soft and delicate to hard and erect in his mouth.
"God don't stop!" she demanded.
He mumbled something that was probably, "I'm not going to stop."
"Please!"
The phone rang. They ignored it. Richard buried his face in Louisa's boobs. She lifted her knees around his waist, feeling the teasing of his hardness knocking around between her legs. The intensity of his ministrations increased and she clawed his back, urging him on.
The minor pain from her fingernails spurred his arousal. His eyes blazed as he entered her. With a shuddering breath he wrapped his arms around her and rolled them both over.
"Ah!" Louisa wriggled like a speared fish. He was deep inside her now. She reared back to find he had lifted his knees, making of himself a human chair.
Richard quit moving for a moment. He wanted to memorize the sight of her impaled on his manhood. Her legs were apart, shins pressed to the linens. Her breasts rode high and proud. And she was smiling at him, looking at him the way every man wanted to be looked at, eyes sparkling with joy and sexual energy.
Sweet desire rushed through his veins. He reached out to tickle her pubic hair. The result was very satisfying.
The land line had quit ringing. Her cell phone started in. Louisa's expression changed to one of distraction. "I better answer it." She slid off. Richard sighed and remained where he was.
A few minutes later she came back. His flushed and excited lover had been replaced by someone who looked to be a victim of shock. Richard bolted upright. "What's wrong?"
"It's not wrong, exactly, it's — " she faltered. She had the oddest look on her face, something like a cross between worry, happiness, and confusion.
"What?" he asked, and simultaneously, she resumed: "Jerrod's coming home."
* * *
They had never discussed what they were going to say to Jerrod. Her son, his best friend, had no idea that Louisa and Richard had become lovers. It wasn't exactly the stuff of casual mention over the phone.
Jerrod had now completed basic training. He was due to be shipped out soon and would first be coming home for a visit. Richard and Louisa talked several times about how to handle what could turn out to be a very awkward situation.
"I've raised him to be honest." Louisa twisted her hands.
"But what do you think this particular honesty will do to him? Right before he goes overseas to stew about it for six months or more?"
She grimaced. "It's because what we're doing is wrong. We both know it."
"No, Louisa!" This hurt him, though he didn't say so. "We're consenting adults. We care about each other and we happen to have a great sex life. There is nothing wrong with that."
"Then why should we lie about it?"
"Because — because I keep trying to picture how I would feel if the shoe was on the other foot..."
Louisa held out one hand, palm up, as if to say, "See?"
"I just keep coming back to it. It's pretty intense, it's a lot to deal with, and he won't be around long enough for us to really work our way through it."
Louisa sighed. A frown of worry creased her pretty face.
"Okay, how about this. We don't tell him this weekend, but we do tell him next time he comes home. That will give things time to evolve."
"All right," she agreed. And she too kept a twinge of hurt to herself: by the time her son finished his tour of duty, her lover might have moved on. And then there would be nothing left to tell.
Simply because it was his day off, it fell to Richard to pick up Jerrod at the airport. Despite the uncomfortable situation, he cheered when he saw his old friend.
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