Never Stopped Loving You

"I told you in high school that I loved you," he said, sitting down next to her on the oversized couch.

"That you'd cut your heart out and set it on a silver platter. I remember." Two people could easily be side by side on this sofa, she thought.

"And I remember the look on your face. It broke my heart," he said.

"I couldn't respond any other way. I liked you too much. You were my best friend." She scooched over a little.

"And you were mine. I was willing to take that chance," he said.

"I wasn't. You were going to go away to school in a couple of months and I would have been all by myself."

He put his arm up on the cushion. "I wouldn't have abandoned you."

"I guess, all these years later, I see that. Because here we are."

"Here we are," he said, holding her gaze.

"Yes. I never stopped thinking about you as my best friend," she whispered.

"And I never stopped loving you," he said softly, his hand now gently stroking her hair.

"So what are you going to do about that?"

His mind raced. She had a husband and two daughters and they all looked so loving in the photos on her Instagram account. He had a wife and a daughter, but his wife wasn't interested in sex anymore. Hadn't been for years. He was as lonely as lonely gets.

He looked at her, older of course; they both were. But she was just as beautiful as ever, inside and out. She held his gaze and gave a subtle nod.

He leaned over and put his wine on the coffee table, then reached and did the same with hers. "Are you sure? Your marriage is a lot happier than mine."

"Things aren't always as they appear," she said. "Do you really want to keep talking? Do you want to let this awesome couch go to waste? Do you want this moment to..."

He leaned in and kissed her before she could finish that thought. Fire raced through his body, a fire that he hadn't felt in years, that he didn't know he still could.

After a minute or so, she pulled back. "Easy there, my friend. We have all night."

His breathing slowed. He wanted her and he didn't want to wait, but it had to be the right way.

"Now," she said, "I know our bodies aren't quite what they once were, but this is our first time. Would you...would you undress me?"

"I would be happy to," he said, unbuttoning her blouse, letting his fingers graze her skin as he did so, and then caressing her arms as he slid her top off.

He put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her in. Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, nibbled on her ear and her neck, slid the straps down her arms, and ever so softly fondled her breasts and flicked her nipples.

"Mmm. Nice. Just like I thought it would be with you," she said. "My turn." She reached down and pulled up his sweater and undershirt in one go. She kneeled up on the cushion to get them over his head, her breasts now right by his mouth.

He leaned in and kissed her right nipple and she reached up and squeezed her left. He was in heaven hearing her soft coos.

Reaching to her waist, he undid her skirt and slid it and her hose down to her knees. She stepped off the couch to let him pull them all the way off. "My panties, too, please. Now. I want you so badly. I can't wait any longer."

Her hands were at his belt as soon as he stood next to her. "Help me," she breathed, and together they removed the rest of his clothes.

"Take me. I love you so much and I'm sorry this has taken all these years," she said as a tear ran down her cheek.

He, too, felt a tear. She reached up, wiped it away, and licked it off the fingers of her right hand as her left reached for his hard cock and pulled him down onto her. He nearly came right then. He hadn't been that hard in a while.

"It's been so long. I..."

"Shhh. It's just you and me, right here, right now. Make love to me like you've always wanted to," she said as she rubbed his cock on her wet pussy.

He slipped a hand behind her back and moved them into a sitting position. He slid inside her and they both moaned, letting out years of wanting. She wrapped her arms around his head and suckled his ear lobe as he suckled her breasts.

She started to move up and down, leaned back, and placed her hands on his shoulders.

"Yes, Yes. Yes."

They found their rhythm quickly. Their breathing became hot and bothered.

"I've never felt like coming so quickly. I can't wait any longer," she said. "Come with me. Please... come... with me... NOW!"

"Right now," he shouted, and they both cried out in ecstasy. Their wetness was palpable.

She pulled herself up, wrapped her arms around his head again, and pushed with her left foot. They fell onto the couch.

"My god, I love you so much. I needed this, needed you, so badly," he whispered.

"This...," she answered, "this had better become a habit. I'm not letting you go again."

"Nor am I going to let you. Now rest up while I hold you. There's a lot of night left."

"Mmmm." Feeling warm, and safe, and fulfilled like never before, they closed their eyes for a quick nap. A very quick nap.

Just a few minutes later, she was waking him by caressing his balls and taking him in her mouth.

"Oh, you're up," she said, and he laughed. "How do we taste?"

"Quite scrumptious," she said. "I think now would be good time to try another recipe. What do you say?"

"I say let's get cooking." Now she laughed as she crawled on top of him, kissing him long and deep. Then they made love til dawn.