We eat and look out over the pond, a few geese making their presence known with occasional honks and wing flaps. I can’t quite keep my gaze from going back to Tricia, she draws me like a beacon with her bright blonde hair and smile.
Her head turns, and she catches me, a bit of pink flooding her face. “How are you single, Matt?”
The direct question, softly asked, is still jarring, though not entirely surprising. We don’t know that much about it each other yet and I want to change that.
“A divorce and my life changing direction finds me single and thrilled to be sitting here with you.”
Tricia’s eyes dip down to the blanket before darting up to meet mine head-on. “How long ago was the divorce?”
“It was finalized three years ago. And as to why we got divorced-”
“You don’t have to,” she breaks in, clamping her lips shut when I take her hand in mine, my thumb rubbing along the smooth skin and marveling over the strength contained in her small hand.
“No, I want to tell you. I never want to be anything but honest with you, Tricia.”
Her blue eyes flare wide, her hand squeezing mine.
“We were in our late twenties when we got married. Both of us orthodontists with similar business goals, namely building our practice. Then our life goals changed. I wasn’t what she wanted, and I wanted things she didn’t. We spent years building a business and getting financially stable and I thought it was time to move on to the next step, children, family vacations, basically settling down and enjoying all the hard work we had put in. She disagreed, and we parted in a mostly amicable divorce.”
I can’t help filling the silence that greets that with a laugh. “Sorry. You didn’t ask for all that.”
She shakes her head. “No, Matt. That was exactly what I wanted to know. Family is important to me too. I have four older siblings.” Her smile grows wistful. “Tons of nieces and nephews, so no pressure on me to get married and have children. But I want that.”
I see myself reflected in her dark pupils, a hopeful expression on my face as our upper bodies sway closer.
“It’s important for you to know that I’m dating looking for forever-”
“Not just for right now,” I finish for her. “Looks like what we’re after aligns.”
“It seems that way.”
Uncaring of the remains of our meal scattered between us, I edge closer, my hand tightening on hers. She meets me halfway, our lips colliding with a heat I feel scorching through me. Eagerly, I advance, urging her lips apart. Her tongue slides against mine before it twists to slip between my lips. Tricia guides the kiss, each moist caress of her tongue causing the twisting heat in my groin to pulse in aching need.
My free hand goes to the soft cotton of her shirt, hesitantly palming the weight of her breast. Her tiny moan slips between our lips, Tricia pressing her breast harder into my hand. That’s all the encouragement I need. My fingers zero in on the raised bud of her hard nipple, my thumb circling and teasing.
She is so sweet, the taste of strawberries strong on her tongue, leaving me feeling half-drunk in want of her. My cock, an insistent bar in my pants, feels ready to burst, pre-cum coating the swollen head.
She tumbles onto the blanket, and I follow her down, rolling half on top of her, feeling the give of her soft body cushioning mine as I wedge a leg between hers.
Our kisses become frantic, my pulse a thundering beat accompanying the harsh pants that escape our lips when we part for a sip of air. Tricia grinds against my leg, her hips seeking more.
I lose my head and any trace of restraint I once had.
With a harsh exhalation, I roll completely on top of her, my cock thrusting against her jean-covered pussy. Tricia meets me thrust for thrust, her legs pressing against me, holding me captive.
Abandoning her nipple for a moment, I snake a hand down her belly to the edge of her t-shirt, my fingers glorying at the feel of her soft, warm skin as they skim the hem. Tunneling my hand upwards, I shove the silky material of her bra down to cup her naked breast. Her nipple stabs at my palm, hard and needy.
It's been so long since I’ve been overcome with passion, with raw achy want. Everything else fades away, Tricia filling all my senses.
CHAPTER NINE
TRICIA
Matt’s kisses are addicting. Things with him are happening so fast, my feelings spiraling out of control. I’m normally so cautious, especially with men. He makes me abandon all my inhibitions.
Abandon?
I happily toss them into the fires of our passion, which burn so hotly I feel like I’m going to combust when he rolls completely on top of me, the rigid length of his erection grinding into my pussy.