by M. E. Nesser
21
“That felt so good, Ian. Thank you so much!” I gasped.
“You are very welcome. Believe me, the pleasure was all mine. Hopefully that will be the first of many,” he said smugly.
“God, I hope so!”
He chuckled and started making his way up my body, kissing and touching me everywhere. When he finally made it to my neck, I begged him to put himself inside me. He slid off of me for a quick second and put a pillow under my hips. I preferred to have my hips elevated, and he somehow seemed to know that’s how I would like it. It made the angle that much better. I already felt appreciation for his oral skills. Now I had a very strong feeling he was going to impress me this way as well.
He entered me slowly, but at this point, I needed him to be rough, not gentle. It had been such a long time, and this man had my juices flowing in more ways than one. I begged him to give me all that he had. When he did, I was startled. He was bigger and thicker than Bryce had been. It didn’t hurt; it just surprised me at first. Sensing my hesitation, he asked if he was hurting me. I assured him that the only thing that would hurt me was if he stopped. He started moving again, and I couldn’t believe how much I missed the sensation of having a man inside of me again. We found the most perfect rhythm. He had one hand behind my neck and the other one on my breast. I had both of my hands digging into his ass and pushing him harder toward me. I missed this feeling. It was heaven. As his breathing became more labored, he started whispering in my ear. He urged me to swallow every ounce of his body with mine. I loved how his voice changed and got even deeper as he kept saying erotic things to me. I couldn’t last another minute. I yelled for him to join me; that is exacty what he did. They say it’s unusual for a couple to climax at the same time during penetration, but our timing was impeccable, which made it all the more intense.
Our breathing started to slow, and Ian found my mouth once again. He kissed me lovingly. He made me feel adored. It was wonderful. My body felt satiated in a way that I’d needed more than I even knew. I ran my fingers through his hair and forced him to look at me.
“That was incredible, Ian. I feel so grateful for you right now,” I told him sincerely.
“I feel the same way, Katharine. I had pretty much given up on this happening to me. I’m so glad I was wrong. You are such a gift.”
He rolled over on his back and pulled me close to him. My head rested on his chest, and I could hear his heart beat. We were both tired and content. Before I could think about anything else, I was sound asleep.
22
Making love to Katharine was better than I could ever have imagined. Her body was beautiful, and I loved how she responded to me. I have never felt such a connection with a woman before, not even my wife. I felt so blessed to have met her.
When she cuddled up next to me, I couldn’t help touching her. I rubbed her back and her head. Before I knew it, she was sound asleep. I watched her for a while. She looked like an angel sleeping beside me. It didn’t take long for me to join her in a happy slumber.
I was dreaming about Katharine sucking on me, a beautiful dream that I didn’t want to end. Except it wasn’t a dream. I woke up to her taking every inch of me into her mouth. No woman had ever been able to take it all in before, and it was a magnificent feeling. When I opened my eyes, she was looking at me with a grin.
“Enjoying yourself, Katharine?” I asked her.
“Sure am,” she sputtered, resuming her task.
She sucked every part of me while her hands worked their magic. She licked me gently and sucked me hard. There was nothing predictable about what she was doing; she kept me guessing. That made all of the sensations that much more intense. I knew I wouldn’t last long, and I told her so. She just smiled and kept sucking. Before long, I exploded in her mouth. She lapped up every drop. Our adventure just kept getting better.
When my spasms had stopped, she crawled up my body and lay on top of me, whispering all sorts of pleasantries in my ears. I relished every sensation I was experiencing. I rubbed my hands up and down her body. We began making out like horny teenagers again, and I loved how passionate she was. It didn’t take long for me to get aroused again, and before I knew what was happening, Katharine was straddling my legs and sitting on top of me. Her tight body felt amazing as it engulfed every ounce of me. She wanted control, and I had no desire to argue with her. She set the pace, which started out slowly and increased as our arousal did. I held her hips and helped her ride me. As she was getting close, she laid her chest on mine and kissed me hungrily. “Join me,” she invited, and that was all it took. Once again, we climaxed in unison. It was magical.
“I could get used to waking up next to you every morning,” I told her when I could finally catch my breath.
“I think that would please me greatly, Mr. Jensen,” she said.
“First, though, can we order some breakfast? I’m famished.”
23
I don’t even know how long I layed there staring at him when I woke up. He was one of the best-looking men I had ever seen. His body couldn’t have been more perfect, either. But it was all of the other things that really attracted me to him. I loved how he’d arranged the weekend with such detail, and also how he’d allowed me to decide whether or not we stayed the night. He was so thoughtful and caring. I found his thoughtfulness even hotter than his perfectly chiseled physique. I loved how bright he was, and how we never lacked for something to talk about. I couldn’t believe he’d come into my life. Part of me was still waiting to wake up from this beautiful dream.
My intellectual adoration only lasted for so long before my body was craving him even more. I loved waking him up like I did, and it was obvious that he enjoyed it as well. I was surprised that I didn’t feel more inhibited with him, but I didn’t. He made me feel comfortable and beautiful. I prayed he was really as wonderful as he seemed, because I was falling fast and hard.
We had omelets, fresh fruit, and coffee for breakfast. We talked about how passionate our lovemaking had been, and I was so happy that he felt the connection as strongly as I did. We agreed that we needed to spend a lot more time in bed. I had never talked to a man so openly about sex. It felt naughty. It also felt liberating. Sex was so much fun with him. I’d forgotten how much I missed it.
He told me we had the option to hike, swim, or fish today. I wasn’t interested in any of the above and asked him how long we had the room for. He laughed and told me he had already asked for a late checkout, just in case. We had the room until four in the afternoon; it was only ten in the morning now. I was excited to have six more hours alone with this remarkable man.
Once the decision was made, he picked me up and carried me back to bed. I loved the way he kept picking me up. It made me giggle every time. We tried a different position with every round. His physical strength turned out to be a lot of fun in bed too. There are definitely advantages to having sex with a physically fit man. He also had incredible stamina. That must have been another benefit of his excellent physical fitness, which I thoroughly enjoyed and took total advantage of. I knew I needed to start working out again so I could keep up with him.
Before we knew it, it was closing in on four o’clock. I didn’t want this day to end. He had turned a simple hike into a magnificent weekend. I felt relaxed and happy; Ian was rocking my world, and I was enjoying every minute of it. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe everything that was happening. The attorney side of my brain was always skeptical, however.
“You seem to be too good to be real. Fess up Jensen, are you a serial killer, child molestor or what?” I asked him jokingly.
“You want the truth counselor? I am a grown man who resigned myself to spending the rest of my life as a single man. Then one day, I saw a woman sitting alone at a bar crying. A little voice urged me to talk to her. Thank God I listened to that voice. Less than one week later, my world has turned upside-down, and I have found myself completely and utterly smitten with this beautiful vixen who has en
tered my life. I abhor violence and I could never hurt a child, so you are safe. The only thing you should be frightened of is the depth of my feelings for you.”
“Wow, I didn’t expect that. Your soliloquy seems very genuine, and I am flattered by your compliments.” I paused for a minute to digest everything he had said before I continued. “No, your feelings don’t frighten me Ian; they excite me. I am extremely grateful that you approached me the other evening. I also felt a little voice urging me to accept your invitation to dinner. I don’t know if it was divine intervention, or simply a coincidence, but I am pleased it happened. I haven’t felt sunshine in over a year. You brought that bright, warm light back into my life. I feel like Prince Charming finally found me.”
Our drive back to the city was fairly quiet; we were both worn out from our crazy day in bed. He held my hand the whole way, except when he was forced to change gears. When he let go of me, I put my hand on his thigh. I couldn’t stop myself from touching him.
As he pulled up in front of my apartment, I felt a little sad. I didn’t want to come down from my euphoria. Even though it hadn’t even been a week, the thought of spending the night without him seemed so lonely. I wanted to ask him to stay, but I didn’t want to seem needy. He must have been feeling the same way, because he asked me if I wanted to order some takeout before we called it a night. His suggestion made me giddy. We gave the car keys to the doorman and went up to my place. I asked what his preferences for takeout were, and he told me to surprise him. I ordered from my favorite Thai place. They said it would take an hour.
Since we had time to kill, I opened up a bottle of wine and handed him a glass. My cat was thrilled that I was home, so I fed her and gave her some love. I escorted Ian into my living room and lit a fire. We chatted about the weekend and more about our kids. His older daughter was graduating from American University in Washington in May; she planned to go to law school in the fall. His other daughter was a sophomore at Fordham University here in New York; she wasn’t sure what she wanted to do yet. She was good in math and sciences, he said, so she was thinking about going into medicine. I was impressed that his girls were bright. It shouldn’t have surprised me, since I’d discovered that Ian was a financial genius. Investments and stocks were a fun game that he played, and he played them well. He owned stock in dozens of thriving companies. I was so impressed with his financial savvy. He admitted that he felt like a big kid playing monopoly. He said he was lucky, but it was obvious that there was more than luck involved.
I told him how Jack had followed in our footsteps and was going to Yale. He had decided to study business, but he wasn’t really sure what he wanted to do. He wasn’t interested in law or accounting like his parents. He wasn’t very good in the sciences, so medicine was out, too. He had always been drawn to marketing campaigns and clever advertising, so he was hoping to get an internship over the summer with some kind of advertising firm.
It shouldn’t have surprised me when Ian told me he was part owner of a thriving advertising firm that had been established about five years ago. He said he knew for a fact that they hired interns to do a lot of the grunt work during the summers, since that was their busiest season. He offered to help Jack secure an internship with the company if he was interested. I couldn’t thank him enough. I told him I’d call Jack and see what he thought, but I knew exactly what he would think: he would freak out.
Then it occurred to me that I could offer the same for his daughter Emily. She had already been accepted into law school, and she wanted to work in a law office over the summer. I didn’t think it was a good idea for her to work with me, but there were hundreds of other attorneys wanting interns. I shared my thoughts with Ian, and he was as pleased as I had been by his offer to help my son.
The Thai food came, and we ate on the floor in front of the fire. Fortunately, he liked spicy food—the owner of the restaurant knew I liked my food hot. Ian seemed to enjoy the food as much as I did. When we finished eating, it was obvious that we were both tired. He put his arm around me, and we leaned back against the couch. I put my head on his shoulder. It felt so good to have him here.
“I don’t want you to go home tonight,” I said wearily.
“I don’t either.”
“Please don’t go. I have to be at work by eight tomorrow morning, but I’d love for you to stay.”
“I have to be at work just as early. If I leave at seven, I can run back to my place, put a suit on, and be ready to conquer the world in time for my morning meeting.”
“How about a shower before bed?” I suggested.
“Lead the way, counselor.”
24
We didn’t get much sleep, but I couldn’t have cared less. We made love in the shower, and then in the bed. I woke up around three in the morning to her hand wrapped tightly around me, which led to another round. When my alarm went off at six, she wasn’t in the bed. I walked into the kitchen to find her pouring us coffee and singing to Anita Baker. Katharine had a beautiful voice, and she looked so happy.
I came from behind her and hugged her tightly. She had an oversized Yale T-shirt on, and nothing else. I couldn’t help groping her; she looked so fucking sexy in her T-shirt. She swung around, put her arms around my neck, and started kissing me. I lifted her up and set her on the counter. She wrapped her legs around my waist. It didn’t take long for my body to respond to her. She used her toes to wiggle my boxers down. It had only been a few hours since we’d made love, but we were both ready to go at it again. Once she freed me from my boxers, she grabbed the part of my body she was interested in, and positioned it right where she wanted it. I needed to see her naked, so I pulled off her shirt in one quick swoop and started to suck on her gorgeous tits. She leaned her head back against the cupboard and pulled my hair. I loved it when she did this—it felt so raw and sexy. She met my frenzied speed, thrusting her hips in sync with mine. It didn’t take either of us very long to reach our climax. It was so hot, having sex with her on her kitchen counter. A guy could really get used to this.
I pulled out of her and grabbed the kitchen towel to wipe us off. I didn’t want our juices running all over the kitchen floor. After I finished drying her, she kissed me on the lips and offered me coffee. We took our coffee into the bedroom, and I sat on her bathroom counter while she started putting on makeup and doing her hair. Hanging out with her while she did her morning routine seemed very natural, like we had been doing it for years.
I hated the thought of leaving her, so I invited her to dinner. She said she had to work late, but she would be ready around eight. I offered to pick her up at work, and she agreed. I saw that it was almost seven and knew I had to get going. I called down for the doorman to retrieve my car, got dressed, and hugged her for the longest time. We thanked each other for the weekend, and I forced myself to leave.
I called my daughter Emily when I knew she wasn’t in class and told her about Katharine’s offer of an internship at Stryder the following summer. She was elated. Then she started with a barrage of questions about Katharine. I told her that the relationship was very new, but that I was crazy about her. Holy crap, I’d just admitted that to my daughter. I told Emily that we’d gone to Bear Mountain; the girls loved hiking there. She asked me if we’d spent the night at the inn, and I had to be honest with her. It was a pact we’d made after their mother had lied to all of us for so many years. Emily seemed genuinely pleased and said she couldn’t wait to meet the new lady in my life. I liked the thought of introducing Katharine to my girls.
I couldn’t wait for dinner, so I arrived at her firm around seven-thirty and took the elevator to her floor. There was a receptionist sitting at the desk at the entrance to her office. I introduced myself as Ian Jensen and told her I had a dinner engagement with Mrs. Collins. The girl gave me the biggest smile and introduced herself to me. Her name was Suzie. She shook my hand and told me it was a pleasure to meet me. Then she thanked me for putting a smile back on her boss’s face. Well, I guess I wasn’t
a secret. That pleased me immensely—her acknowledgment made me blush, and I didn’t know I was capable of blushing at my age. I told her that it was my pleasure: her boss had a beautiful smile, and she deserved to smile more often. She picked up her phone to alert Katharine of my early arrival, and the door of her office opened immediately. She was, by far, the sexiest attorney I had ever seen. She had a fitted navy pinstripe skirt with a matching blazer, a white blouse that accentuated her breasts, and high heels that made her legs that much sexier. Her hair was up in a twist, and she had a pair of glasses on. I was blown away all over again. How could anyone look that hot in fucking pinstripes? She walked toward me and gave me a kiss. I was glad she approached me, because I was frozen to my spot. She told the receptionist to go home, took my hand, and led me into her office. She closed the door quietly behind us. I couldn’t help myself: I pushed her up against the door and started kissing her passionately. When she could finally get some air, she teased me about being happy to see her. I told her how hot she looked and how badly I wanted to throw her on her desk and fuck her senseless. Although she agreed that sex on the desk was an excellent idea, she told me that the cleaning crew came into the office every evening around eight to vacuum and dust. With that new information, I stood back and tried to compose myself. The bulge in my pants was obvious, and I caught Katharine staring at it.
“If it’s any consolation, I’m soaking wet,” she said coyly.
“Don’t tell me that, counselor, or the cleaning crew will get quite the surprise.”
She was laughing as she gathered her things and we left for dinner. She wanted to go back to my restaurant. She said she needed a good Italian meal to keep her energy up. She teased me that my hearty sexual appetite was exhausting. I teased her right back, because she initiated sex just as much as I did. “Don’t put all the blame on me, Katharine. You seem to have a need to make up for your arduous year of abstinence,” I reminded her. “Well, if you weren’t such a fine specimen,” she advised me, “then I wouldn’t be so inclined to initiate sex so often. I don’t know how any sane woman could resist the masculine pheromones that radiate from your body. I am only human, you know.” And with that declaration, we both started to laugh.
