*** ROUND ONE ***
Her eyes cracked open at the chirping of her phone. Swiping her finger across the sensor, she blinked the sleep out her eyes. Her stomach clenched when she saw his grin lighting up the screen. Next to the word, "Welcome."
She had to laugh at herself as she rolled out of bed and barely avoided stepping on her dog. If it was any other man in the world beckoning her in the middle of the night, she would have went right the fuck back to sleep. But there was something about her wild, fascinating Superman... She couldn't deny him, even if she wanted to. She didn't want to deny him. She wanted to do all kinds of amazing things with him, but denial didn't even come close to making the list.
After tugging on clothes, she went through her little ritual of making sure the kids were settled before sneaking away for her midnight tryst. She laughed at herself again while she pulled out of the driveway. She was way too old to be rushing off in the middle of the night. But Lord, she wanted that man.
The drive gave her time to fantasize, and remember. The first time she was welcomed into his house like this. It was his fantasy to be woken up with a blow job. She quickly discovered that she loved feeling him waking up in her mouth. His salty/sweet taste. His husky moans. His hands, which were gently insistent as they guided her. By the time she arrived at his house, she was wet and ready.
She parked, then snuck in the house quietly. She tip-toed into his room, shucking off her jacket and shoes in the corner. Crawling under the blanket, she found him. He was hot under her mouth. His scent was an aphrodisiac. His taste was intoxicating. Her lips wrapped around his heat, and sucked him deep. She heard his breath hitch. His hips stirred, then fell still again. But there was no denying his cock's interest. It swelled against her sliding tongue.
He woke up to the incredible feeling of her mouth on him. His hands reached for her without conscious thought. One tangled in her hair. The other started tugging at her clothes. She took that as a hint, and pulled away far enough to strip. Then she dove right back into her pleasure. He had to believe that she loved sucking him. She said that she did. If she didn't, then she should win an Academy Award for Best Actress. She certainly gave the impression of loving every second of it. His fingers found her wet heat. Oh, yes. She couldn't fake that.
They curled around one another. She buried her face in his heat and swirled her tongue. Tasting his excitement. Her moan vibrated against his cock, and shivered its way up his spine. His fingers stroked deep, then wiggled. She rocked against his hand. Sucking him deeper, she tried to focus on his pleasure. But he had a talent for being very distracting.
His eyes rolled back. Her mouth was incredible. It wasn't just her obvious enthusiasm. The woman had skills. His hips raised to meet that incredible mouth. Her tongue coaxed another low moan from his throat. He shuddered, then focused on her needs. Twiddling his fingers lightly, he stroked and played until her legs began to shake. He knew when she was coming. She sucked him as deep as he could go, then frantically tried to suck him deeper. She writhed against him. She clung to his strength like a port in a storm. He laughed softly, in amused wonder. He'd never had a woman quite like her before.
When she finally drifted down from her climax, she was more determined than before to give him pleasure. He happily gave in to her demands. She wanted him to come. How could he possibly deny her? He gripped his cock and worked in concert with her mouth to give her exactly what she needed. Bracing himself against the wall, he watched her take him over and over until his vision lit up with fireworks.
Laughing breathlessly, he collapsed on the bed next to her. Damn, this woman amazed him every time with her enthusiasm, and skills. And he knew that was only round one.
*** ROUND TWO ***
His legs were tangled with hers. They rubbed against one another slowly. Absently stroking each other while they chatted. The night was slipping away from them. They joked, laughed quietly, and exchanged a few more Truths.
"I crave this every night," he whispered into her neck.
Her heart jumped. She wondered if he could feel the thundering beneath his hand on her breast. Her mind filled with a thousand questions at that quiet Truth. But before she could formulate a single one, he cleared his throat and adjusted his leg between her thighs. He pulled her tighter to his chest, and whispered again.
"I don't know how that would work out, but..."
She swallowed hard, and tried to think. She wasn't normally considered a slow woman. But she couldn't seem to catch up. She knew that she should say something, but she couldn't think of a single thing to say. A couple of smart-ass comments came to her. She dismissed them and searched for something to say that wouldn't get her kicked out of his bed.