She kissed and licked her way down his torso with deliberate slowness, taking the time to flick and suck his tiny nipples until she was on her knees before him face to face with the rigid cock she'd dreamed about for so long. The head was full and round, the ridges highly defined around the helmet and ultra sensitive on the underside where the skin meets in a v. She placed a soft kiss right on the head tasting the drop of juice waiting for her there. She kissed and licked the shaft from base to tip on each side until his cock slid easily into her warm mouth. He was thick and stretched her mouth wide and then she cupped his sac with one hand and brought the other up, stroking him in pace with her lips and twirling tongue.
"God, Dawn!" he was so close and she couldn't wait for him to explode because after the first one he was a long haul specialist. She sucked him harder and started to tremor as the first spray of cum filled her mouth and she swallowed and continued to swallow until his body finally stopped trembling and he started to deflate. She looked up at him with his rod still in her mouth and she was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
Graham reached for her, pulling her up into his arms, his mouth feasting on hers until she was gasping for air. She clung to him like that kissing feverishly, her hands spanning each inch of his smooth skin memorizing the feel of his muscles as they rippled. Graham reached for the scarf around her neck and she tried to stop him by clamping her mouth closed but he continued to overwhelm her senses with his touch, his lips. As he pulled the scarf free from her neck he replaced it with the warmth of his hand; his thumb came to rest lightly on the crescent scar first before sliding along the slice until finally his thumb circled around the tracheotomy pock mark. She was trembling and tears had begun to fall despite her insistence that they stop. His hands unzipped her dress and pushed the straps down her shoulders, instinctually she clutched at the material to keep it from revealing more and she stepped back from his body, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do if she just... let the dress fall to the floor her arms crossed in front of as if she still held the cloth. Her eyes were on the floor, she felt vulnerable and timid but liberated in a sense; still another tear slid rebelliously down her cheek. His bare feet came into view and he tilted her head up to meet his eyes and she was spellbound; his were still alive with a desire she hadn't expected. She choked back a sob as his fingers made their way across her the scars on neck, along her sides and down to her belly where the newest scars lived and she tried to look away but his hand held her chin firmly in line with his so that their eyes were in constant contact.
"Is this what you have been afraid of? Did you think these marks would matter?" he whispered tenderly; she nodded once again turning her facing down "These scars are a part of you... they are part of what makes you who you are...and I love you... ALL of you." And then added like a pouting child; eyes glinting with mischief "But to know that the woman I have known all these years would think me so shallow."
"I never said you were..." she hadn't moved; her hands still up in front of her
"Oh, but the implication is quite clear!" he said in mock disapproval while removing her panties "I suppose I have no choice but to show you how DEEP I can really be." With that he lifted her again and pressed her body against the wall; his tongue and lips assaulting each inch of flesh he could reach and his cock straining against her belly until she reached between them and led the head of his cock straight into her throbbing, wet pussy. There she was being slammed against the wall... being fucked by her secret lover... exactly as she imagined it not so long ago, but so much better.