Page 22 of That Summer

Deb sighed as I kissed and licked down her flat stomach, and just as I was about to spread her legs open, she did it for me. Her scent engulfed me, and my hardening dick grew stiffer, aching to be touched too.

“God, it’s been too long,” she moaned.

I didn’t reply. Instead, I opened her folds with my hand and took my first swipe with my tongue of her sweet pussy. Deb continued to moan as I feasted.

Licking …

Sucking …

Devouring her until she came, clenching my head between her thighs.

After she came down from her high, she leaned up onto her elbows. “Do you have a condom?”

I grinned. “I never leave home without one.”

She rolled her blue eyes at my cockiness, and then I turned and went to my bag in the closet. Of course I had condoms. I’d had no clue what my summer would be like when I’d left home, and I didn’t want to take a chance of not being prepared.

Like now.

After I rolled the rubber on, I stood admiring her in the soft glow from the candle. “I wanna see your face when you come this time.”

Deb nodded and bit her bottom lip. “Then make me come again.”

I smirked. “With pleasure.”

My mouth returned to hers and our tongues danced together. Spreading her legs wide, I readied myself and ran the tip of my dick along the slickness of her opening. Her heat already felt amazing, and I wasn’t even inside of her yet. I knew that once I was deep, I wasn’t going to be able to stop. It had been too long, and I was about to explode from only rubbing the tip of my cock against her.

Slowly, I sank into her. I groaned as her back arched off the bed. Her pussy squeezed my shaft as I slid further in until I was to the hilt. Deb’s legs wrapped around my hips and I began to thrust. The bed squeaked, our breathing picked up, and I was in heaven.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I panted.

“Harder.”

I grunted and drove in harder and faster, working every inch of the inside of her pussy with my dick. The need to come made me wild with desire, and I fucked Deb harder than I’d ever fucked someone in my life. She took me too—all of me—with each pounding thrust. Her nails dug into my back, and her ankles clamped tighter around me as she held on. I was a man on a mission.

My mouth returned to her skin, and I licked and tasted the saltiness of her neck. Deb’s pussy tightened around my dick, and I leaned up and watched her come under me. Our gazes were locked, and I knew at that moment that our secret would stay between us forever. We both needed this. We both wanted it.

I kissed her as she spasmed under me and stilled, not ready to explode myself. I wanted to for sure, but I knew this moment needed to last as long as possible. Deb started to open her mouth to say something, but I spoke first as I slid out of her heat.

“Turn on your side with your back to me.”

Usually I was a missionary or doggy style man, but I wanted to try something with her. Hell, I wanted to try all positions with her. After she turned, I positioned myself behind her. I slid my bottom arm under her and lifted her leg slightly as I sank into her again. Our mouths moved to each other as though we were in sync, and I started my thrusts again as I held her open. Deb panted as our mouths stayed together and I began kneading her breast, feeling her rock hard nipple as I rubbed the peak. Her hand went between her legs, and I broke our kiss to see that she’d started to rub her clit. I’d never seen a woman touch herself in real life. They were always too shy or relied on me. But Deb, Deb was a woman. She knew what she wanted, and she took control.

I rocked into her, feeling her fingers rubbing the side of my cock with each thrust as she circled her clit. As I picked up speed, the hand that was rubbing her clit wrapped around my neck and held on. Wanting her to come again, I began working her clit with my fingers and kneading her breast with the other hand. Deb started to kiss me again, and my hips slowed for only a moment while I savored the taste of her kisses.

She broke our mouths apart, panting in pleasure, and I began thrusting hard again. She turned more onto her side, and I held onto her butt cheek, pumping and groaning as I got closer and closer to coming. If I had known sex with Deb was going to be like this, I would have tried harder to make it happen since day one.

Deb held onto the side of the bed as I ran my hands over every inch of her. My mouth was on her skin, kissing her neck, her shoulder, anything I could reach. I was in a frenzy, wanting to consume everything there was about Deb. She turned onto her back slightly and reached down to her clit, rubbing in circles to match my thrusts.

“Blake,” she panted, and I came. I came hard, spilling into the condom inside of her. My body jerked, and then she milked me more as she came around my cock.

Just as our breathing started to return to normal, we heard the TV in the living room come back on. I didn’t want to move, didn’t want to slide out of her, so I didn’t. We stayed wrapped in the arms of one another because we knew that what we had just shared would never happen again.

Or would it?

That summer with Deb changed me. I didn’t know where my life was heading after I’d left the farm. Didn’t know that I’d follow my brother to San Francisco, nor did I know that when I eventually made it to Vegas, I’d be in my late twenties, making Deb in her mid-fifties. She’d be remarried by then. And me …

Well, that’s the chase I’m on.

The End.