Chapter Four: Bedroom Blaze
The kitchen rug still bore the imprint of their bodies as Mara pulled herself upright, her auburn hair a wild tangle, her fair, freckled skin flushed from their encounter. Theo sat up beside her, his 6'1" frame glistening with sweat, dark curls clinging to his forehead, green eyes soft but flickering with lingering heat. At 38, she felt the weight of what they'd done, guilt gnawing at her edges, but his hand brushing her thigh reignited the fire she couldn't quench. They were bare, his jeans and her sundress discarded beside the counter, their clothes a silent testament to their abandon.
"Come with me," she said, voice low, a decision made before she could second-guess it. She stood, naked and vulnerable, her slender and petite frame with gentle curves--full breasts, delicate waist, toned legs--gleaming in the dim light. His warm cum seeped slowly from her wet pussy, a lingering trace of their earlier passion on the rug. She reached for his hand, and he took it, rising with that quiet steadiness, his lean, muscular build towering over her. Without a word, she led him upstairs, their bare feet silent on the creaky wooden steps, the empty house--Lily still at her sleepover--holding its breath as they moved to her bedroom.
The bathroom glowed faintly under a single bulb, the air cool against their heated skin. She turned on the shower, steam curling into the space as she stepped in, water cascading over her freckled shoulders, darkening her auburn waves. Theo followed, his sun-kissed skin catching the light, his naked form--broad shoulders, taut abs--joining her in the tight space. Their bodies brushed, slick and warm, as the water sluiced between them.
He reached for the soap, lathering it in his strong hands, and began washing her--slow, tender strokes over her arms, down her back, kneading the tension from her shoulders. She sighed, leaning into him, her hesitation dissolving. His hands slid to her hips, massaging her gentle curves, then lower, cupping her ass with a gentle squeeze. His fingers traced the crevice between her ass cheeks, probing lightly, a teasing pressure that made her breath hitch, her body arching instinctively. She turned to him, taking the soap, her hands trembling slightly as she lathered them and reached for his cock--hard even after their earlier release. She cleaned him with care, her fingers sliding along his thick length, suds glistening as she worked the shaft, then lower, cupping his balls, massaging gently, feeling their weight in her palms. He groaned softly, his green eyes darkening with appreciation, his hips shifting under her touch.
She handed him the soap, and he knelt slightly, his hands moving to her pussy--fully clean-shaven, the smooth skin a stark contrast to the heat of their earlier passion. He lathered her with reverence, fingers gliding over her mound, massaging the tender flesh with slow, circular motions, parting her lips to rinse away the last traces of their kitchen encounter. "So soft," he murmured, his voice husky, his eyes lingering on her slender frame with a quiet reverence as his touch both cleansed and aroused, her breath quickening. He stood, cupping her ass again, his fingers dipping once more into the crevice, a light, exploratory probe that sent a shiver up her spine. She shampooed his dark curls in return, her hands gliding through the wet strands, down his chest, feeling the strength football had etched into him. Their lips met under the spray, a soft, lingering kiss, steam wrapping them in a cocoon of warmth and intimacy.
Dried off but still damp, they stumbled into her bedroom, the air cooler, the bed unmade with soft white sheets. Mara's hazel eyes met his, a spark igniting, and she pushed him onto the mattress, his back against the headboard. He grinned, green eyes glinting, as she straddled his thighs, her naked form bared to him. But he slid down, pulling her hips forward until she hovered above his face.
"Theo, you don't have to--" she started, but his hands gripped her thighs, firm and sure, and he pressed his mouth to her. She gasped, the first flick of his tongue sending a jolt through her, her fingers clutching the headboard. He explored her with slow, deliberate licks, tasting her wetness, his lips closing around her clit with a gentle suction that made her moan. Her hips rocked, auburn hair falling forward as she surrendered, the pleasure building until it crashed over her in a shuddering wave, her cry echoing in the quiet room. It was incredible--something her ex-husband had never done, a gift Theo gave her that left her trembling with awe and newfound hunger.
Breathless, she slid down his body, her fair skin flushed from neck to chest, and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. "My turn," she murmured, a nervous edge to her voice. It had been years since she'd done this, her ex a distant memory. She hesitated, her hand wrapping around his cock, hard and thick. Theo watched, patient, his green eyes encouraging as she lowered her mouth. The first touch was tentative, her lips brushing the tip, the taste salty and unfamiliar. She struggled, her rhythm awkward, gagging slightly before pulling back. "It's okay," he whispered, his hand in her hair, guiding gently. She tried again, finding a pace, her tongue swirling, confidence growing with his soft groans. His hips twitched, fingers tightening in her curls, and she sucked harder, reveling in his gasps until he groaned her name.
