Brennon chuckled, dropped his bag, then headed to the bedroom. There he found Katy lying in the bed, with her diary and a pen lying next to her. She put her pen down into the book then closed it. She smiled, but clearly wasn’t her usual chipper self. “Hey, how are you?”
Brennon approached the foot of the bed. “I’m good. What’s up? And don’t tell me it’s nothing, because I can tell. You look like you had a worse day than even me. I went over to my Dad’s today.”
“Huh? Yeah?” Katy leaned up, ready to listen. “What happened at your dad’s?”
“Katy, I told him we’re staying together,” Brennon said. “He got pretty ticked off when he asked me if we were seeing each other. And, as you can expect, he too thinks it’s a horrible idea. He even started shouting at me and asking me if I was having a mid-life crisis and all that.” He shook his head. “From the sounds of it, he’s been talking with your father.”
Katy looked away with shameful eyes. “Oh, has he? Well, I can imagine the conversation those two had. Politics.”
“Yup, politics,” Brennon said. “Melanie called me when I was on my way over here.”
“She did?” Katy asked. “I never texted her back.” She sighed. “I didn’t know what to say, honestly. I didn’t know how she would react. I just wanted to get my stuff when my parents weren't at home then come over here and move on for a while. I have an aunt and one of my uncles, who never calls me, has called. I can only imagine what they’re saying. They’re really acting like we’re related.”
Brennon undid his tie then threw it to the side. “Yeah...and that it’s all about how it looks.” He shrugged. “Oh, well, they’re just going to have to get used to it. I don’t know what to tell them.”
Katy rested on her knees on the bed while she watched Brennon finishing undressing. Her lips curled into a smile as she admired Brennon’s defiant attitude. She could tell by how he moved on with the subject that he didn’t care about his reputation or about his social
standing with regards to some of the groups he took part in with her father. He was content enough to go against his own father – a man he respected so much – in the name of loving her.
Katy knocked her journal, in which she’d been channeling her feelings, to the floor then grabbed Brennon’s wrist. “Come here,” she told him.
Brennon smirked as he followed his lady’s lead. He crawled into the bed and positioned himself gently on top of her. He looked into her eyes for a long few minutes. Then, shortly after Katy placed her hands on his cheeks, they started kissing passionately. Brennon ran his hands up and down Katy’s legs. She had changed into sweatpants when she got home.
“I love you, Brennon,” Katy said.
Brennon smiled, moving a stray clump of hair out of Katy’s face. “I love you too, Katy.”
Brennon’s urge to make love to Katy became so strong. Her scent drove him crazy; how she looked beautiful even in sweatpants and a t-shirt just couldn’t be explained. He kissed down her neck then lifted her shirt up. He chuckled under his breath at how Katy squirmed and kicked her legs about when Brennon gently kissed her stomach.
“Stop that!” Katy said, struggling to breathe and laugh. “Brennon! Okay, okay. Stop, seriously! You know I hate that.” She laughed.
Brennon pulled his head up from her exposed torso, laughing. “Hmm, hmm. I knew that would get you going.” He looked down at Katy’s legs. “Okay, let’s get these off.”
Katy cooperated to the fullest when Brennon started pulling her pants off. She smiled and giggled when he growled, tossing her pants to the side then kissing up and down her legs. She was pleasantly surprised when Brennon gently pressed her chest, signaling for her to lay back. He then lay flat on the bed, raising her legs up. Katy felt Brennon’s ears pressing against the insides of her thighs then his warm breath on her sex. Only seconds after this feeling registered did she feel his wet tongue slash about between her legs. She rustled his hair with her hands while her head cocked back and her eyes rolled back into her head.
“Brennon,” Katy said, running her hands through his hair.
Brennon chuckled but didn’t pull his head up. There was something about having his head between Katy’s legs that drop him wild. His manhood raged, anxious to make love to Katy. The stresses of their secret relationship were finally catching up with the both of them. There, in Brennon’s dimly lit bedroom, he orally made love to a woman he loved more than any of his passed relationships. Age had become just a number; their history – his relationship to her family – had become irrelevant. Brennon relished in the feeling of Katy’s thighs pressing against the sides of his face for the next several minutes.
Katy squealed. “Okay, okay!” she said, finally finding the strength to push Brennon’s head away from her sex. “Okay, Brennon!” She then looked up at Brennon pull his head up, licking his lips and looking into her eyes with so much lust and anticipation.
Brennon chuckled. “Hmm, hmm.”
Before Katy could say anything, she was overcome with Brennon passionately kissing her. She then felt her legs opening up, his body between them. Instinctively, she wrapped them around his back. Brennon moved a stray clump of Katy’s hair out of her face and smiled. “I love you, Katy. I really do. I mean that.” He nodded. “I love you and I don’t give a damn what our families say. It just doesn’t matter to me.”
Katy smiled, laying her head on the side of Brennon’s face. “I love you too, Brennon.” They kissed for a moment. “I love you too.”
The two lovers got lost in the throw of passion, rolling around on the bed. They kissed and wrestled at the same time. Katy had never felt this way – so frolicky, in the bed with this handsome, older man. Several minutes later, both catching their breath, Brennon moved up between Katy’s legs one again. Katy smiled then felt Brennon pushing himself into her. She opened her legs nice and wide.
Brennon slowly slid deeply into Katy until he reached the end of his reach. Katy felt the stretch then smiled, wrapping her arms around Brennon’s upper back. The room filled with their lovemaking noises as Brennon built up to a steady stroke.
“God, this feels good!” Katy exclaimed. The ridicule, and perhaps shame depending on who was asked, didn’t mean anything.
Brennon made love to Katy in the missionary position for the next several moments. When he finally took a break from pummeling Katy, Katy gently pushed his chest, signaling for him to lean up. When Brennon did just that, his cock coming out of Katy, Katy gently pushed his chest still until he lay flat with his head toward the foot of the bed. Katy then wrapped her hand around the base of Brennon’s cock and straddled him for a moment until lowering down onto it.
“Damn!” Brennon said, putting his hands-on Katy’s hips. “You know I like this position.”
Katy giggled, but said nothing. She took a moment to get her barring’s then started to ride Brennon like there was no tomorrow. She was feeling extra wild – perhaps even rebellious. Soon enough, Brennon pressed his pelvis up, causing Katy to bounce up and down wildly. Her hair flung around, from shoulder to shoulder. The clapping sound of their bodies slamming together was oh so rhythmic – like music to their ears.