Oliver placed a gentle kiss on her lips, then continued down her body. One on her chin, each collarbone, her sternum, each breast, her stomach…stopping when he reached her capris. Those were quickly unzipped and pulled down her hips along with the lace hipster panties she was wearing beneath them. For every few inches of skin he uncovered, he placed another kiss on her skin. Each hipbone, her lower belly, the tops and inside of her thighs, knees, calves, ankles.
And then she was naked. Totally and completely exposed, panting and trembling with the overwhelming sensations he was stirring inside of her. She ached for him to touch her center, to fill her with the hard heat he’d teased her with so far. But instead, he stopped moving altogether.
Lucy opened her eyes to see him kneeling between her legs with an almost painful expression lining his face. “What’s wrong?” No woman wanted to finally take off all her clothes and have the guy freeze up like that.
“I don’t have anything,” he explained with a sheepish look. “Protection, I mean. To be honest, I wasn’t expecting this to happen. Especially not up here. It’s not an excuse not to wear anything. I wouldn’t do that. I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner. I was just wrapped up in you…and now you’re naked and so beautiful and I…”
Lucy smiled and leaned over to reach for her purse sitting on the table. There, she pulled out the duo of condoms she carried for emergencies. She’d never had an emergency in all the years leading up to now, but she knew better than to not be prepared. That was when bad decisions happened. “Here,” she said, holding up the foil packets and saving him from the torture he was leveraging on himself.
Oliver took them from her, clutched them in his fist and grinned. “You’re amazing. Thank God.”
He leaned down and kissed her with a renewed surge of energy. Oliver pulled away for a few moments and when he returned to her, the pants were gone, the latex was in place and he was poised between her thighs. “Now,” he said with a grin as he looked down at her. “Where were we?”
Lucy reached between them and wrapped her fingers around his length. He groaned as she rubbed the tip of him against her moist flesh, teasing them both to the point of madness, then positioning him just at her opening. “Right about here is a good place to pick up, I think.”
“You’re right,” he agreed before pushing forward into her warmth. He moved at an agonizingly slow pace, savoring every inch until he was buried deep inside of her.
Lucy gasped at the sensation of being so completely filled after all the years she’d gone without it. She suddenly wondered why she’d allowed herself to become so much like her agoraphobic older client while only in her twenties, but at the same time, she wouldn’t have traded this moment for anything. If five years of celibacy earned her a payoff like this, it was worth it.
It was as though he was the perfect key for her lock. Everything from the way he touched her, to how he kissed her, the taste of his skin, to the scent of his cologne, couldn’t have been more right. And when he started to move, the floodgates opened deep inside of her.
She clung to his back, gasping and crying out to the inky black sky overhead as Oliver thrust into her. They rocked together on the chaise, their movements more frantic and their muscles growing more tense as the pleasure started to build up between them.
“You feel so amazing,” he growled into her ear. “I don’t ever want this to end.”
Lucy couldn’t respond. She was past the point of rational thought with her climax barreling closer with every surge. All she could manage was a steady chorus of encouraging yeses. Yes, keep doing that. Yes, I don’t want it to end. Yes, this is what I’ve been waiting for. Yes, yes, yes.
That’s when it finally happened. Like a tightly wound coil inside her body giving way, her orgasm exploded through her. It pulsated through her core, radiating to every limb and making her head swim with pleasure. Her hips bucked against his, forcing him in deeper as her muscles tightened around him. The combination sent Oliver over the edge a moment later. He thrust hard, finishing with a low groan of satisfaction.
They lay together that way—weak muscles, throbbing parts and harsh, panting breaths—for what seemed like an hour, but it was only minutes. Too exhausted to move far but content in each other’s arms, they finally untangled and righted themselves on the chaise to snuggle up together. Lucy nuzzled into the crook of his arm and molded to his side. Oliver tugged her voluminous red gown over them to shield their bare bodies from the night air and they fell asleep there under the ever-glowing Manhattan sky.