But, where was it going? I hadn't a clue. Jonah didn't exactly have a lot of high aspirations and goals in his life. He seemed to be pretty much just floating along, and so far I had been content to float along with him.
I was already grown up, damn it! Why did I need to justify myself to anybody? I'd raised a kid, built a house, rebuilt my life from a divorce! I had interests! I had my garden, I read books, for God's sake! - And not just fluffy little novels. I read history, biographies, science. I knew stuff!
I pushed my breath out in a huff. What was I doing, having this imaginary argument? There was no one here but me, myself, and I, and the three certainly had a lot to say to each-other. But I'm not sure we were getting anywhere.
I'd tell her. I never could keep a secret from her. And I didn't really want to. It was too lonely that way. I'd tell her. And somehow I'd survive it.
Jonah came back in the room.
"Your show over?" I asked him.
"Yeah."
He took my hand and led me into the bedroom. He put his arms around me, pressing me gently to his chest.
I put my head down, and he kissed near where the sore was, tiny little wispy kisses. I closed my eyes, and we swayed from side to side, dancing to noiseless music.
We lay on the bed, and he kissed me softly all over my face, my neck. Unbuttoning my shirt, he kissed down my chest, my breasts, my not-so-firm-any-more belly. Then he went to my feet and kissed my toes, my instep, my ankles. My calves, the hollow of my knees, my thighs, pushing my skirt up.
He peeled off his clothes and pulled mine off, and crouched between my legs, nibbling all the fleshy folds, tickling my clit with the tip of his tongue, then thrusting it into my opening, closing his mouth over it all, and sucking.
His hands meandered back up my legs, my hips, my belly, my sides, till he reached my breasts, still sucking my cunt. There was an advantage to having long arms! Cupping them from the sides, his hands glided over them toward the middle, then grasped the nipples. The streams were flowing, and I smiled at the smacking noises his mouth was making. I knew he was enjoying himself.
He lifted his body up over mine and covered me, pushing his cock inside, kissing my mouth, sharing all the musty flavor of where he had just been.
His tongue pushed as deep as his cock, and he began the long, slow trek up the hill, pumping, pumping, pumping his hips; building gradually, closer, closer to the top. I liked this gentle cadence, taking me smoothly and tenderly where I wanted to go.
The orgasm built and built and built until it melted over us like warm honey, almost seamless, seeping into all the rough and craggy places.
"It's right," I thought to myself. "This is so right. It's so right for us to be together...
"Margaret will see that. Surely, she'll see..."
