Circumstances, Regret, Reunion Ch. 04

"God yes," she said softly.

"I am going to take you from behind soon." He said. "Another fantasy of mine, and in the firelight, to boot."

She reached one hand behind her, grasping the wrist attached to the hand that was pleasuring her. "In the ass?" she said fearfully.

"No, that is not my cup of tea love." He replied in a breathless voice.

"Good. It's not to my liking either." She said.

He chuckled softly and he then brought his other hand under her blouse, found her braless breasts and began caressing and squeezing them as they hung down almost touching the ottoman. She sighed softly at his touch on her breasts, then felt him remove his hand from her pussy and finish the task of pulling her yoga pants down further, allowing her to spread her legs apart for his entry. She assisted him and soon, one leg was free from the pants, and she spread her legs apart. Her wet womanhood was before him, his cock tip, inches from her.

"Take me." She said, and raised her upper body off the ottoman with both her forearms.

He eased his hips forward, and after only a few seconds the tip of his hard member penetrated into her moist slit. He slowly entered her this time, feeling her wet walls react to him. She closed her eyes and moaned softly as he slowly inched into her. She felt the slight heat from the fireplace a few feet away, pulled her head back as he eased himself into her. She squeezed his member as strongly as she could, heard him react with a low moan, and then grab her hips with both hands and push a little harder to gain full entry into her.

Once he had thrust fully into her, the front of his pelvis tight against her butt cheeks, he began slowly rotating his hips, causing his cock to rotate inside her. Her moans became a little louder as his rotating action brought about new sensations. She had only been taken from behind twice in her life, and neither time was with the slow approach Steve was taking. Both times had been frantic, fast, hard thrusting occasions. This was far more pleasurable.

He continued the rotating of his pelvis for a moment, then slowly backed out of her. He backed out to where just the head of his cock was inside her, then slowly began to thrust into her again. She again raised her head, the sighs and moans escaping her lips growing in volume and intensity, as she savored the feeling of his cock taking her.

He felt in more control of himself as he repeated his thrusts, rotation, and pullback from her womanhood. He could feel the steady buildup toward climax, not the rush of the night before, when he feared that had his member rubbed the comforter, he would explode. Even when Amy moaned and squeezed his shaft during his thrusts, he felt in total control of his own release point. He smiled to himself, and relished the pleasure, both his, and hers.

Amy received his thrusts and rotations, feeling herself build toward her own climax. The slow approach he was employing in his taking of her was also allowing her a slower buildup, and as he thrusted, rotated, and retreated, the pleasure seemed to intensify steadily, and not in an overwhelming way.

He continued to hump her at a slow steady pace, their pleasure building slowly. Steve was amazed that he was able to last long, but after a full five minutes of the slow, steady thrusts, hip rotations, and withdrawals, Amy finally gasped, "I'm coming!" She began emitting the cries of a woman in the throes of passion as the orgasm overtook her.

Steve held his member fully inside her and rotated his hips while she came, feeling the squeezing of her walls tightly around him. After a moment of intense pleasure, her spasms milking his cock, she receded down somewhat, and he began to withdraw again. He knew she was still at a heightened sensitivity, and began to thrust into her quicker, only rotating his hips once, then retreating again.

He knew he could not last much longer, and after another two minutes of quicker thrusts, he felt the point of no return arrive again.

"I'm going to come! Can't hold back...!"

Amy lifted her head back, as he removed his right hand from her breasts and placed it firmly at the curve of her hips, forcing himself into her as deep as he could go, and cried out "Me too...Coming again!"

He felt the first gripping of her second orgasm clamp down on his cock, and as her grip diminished slightly between her waves of pleasure, he felt his first spurt of cum shoot out into her. "Ahhhhhh, yesssss!" He let out, followed by the guttural moans of a man in the throes of a good fuck.

Their orgasms were entwined this time, her tight squeezing of his cock followed a second later by his own slight swelling as he spurted inside her. Both of their primal cries mixed with the others.

After a good six shots of cum from his manhood into her, he was spent, but Amy continued for another minute in the throes of the orgasm, squeezing and gripping his cock held inside her. She could feel his nectar oozing from her, mixed with her own substantial juices.

She was still breathing heavily as he reached down with both hands, cupped both her breasts in his hands and pulled her upper body back to him, his softening cock still entrenched inside her.

He pulled her up to him, and she turned her head as far as she could to the right. He then turned his lips to hers and kissed her deeply, fondling her breasts, and lightly pinching and kneading her nipples.

She shuddered in his hands as she came down completely from the orgasm.

They kissed for several minutes as he softened and finally retreated from her, their juices mixed together on themselves, the ottoman, and on the floor.

He finally stood and helped her up off her knees, when both of them had returned to normal breathing.

"We came together." She said.

"Yes, and it was most grand." He smiled and said back to her.

"We have made a mess here." She said again, winking at him.

"So we have. We'll clean it up tomorrow. Let's go lay down, get off our knees and talk some more. Our plotting and planning keeps getting interrupted by neighbors, cats, and these wonderful sexual interludes." He said, smiling and winking back."

"Lead the way big guy."

He pulled his sweatpants off, then gathered her yoga pants off the floor. He switched off the gas logs and led her to the bedroom. She climbed into the bed, and he lit the candle again, and joined her.

They lay together naked in the candle light of the bedroom and talked for over three hours, snug under the warm comforter. The candle light danced around the room, as outside they could hear the wind pick up some.

"Typical late March weather," He said. "Dumps about a record amount of snow one day, then a warm front begins to move in."

"In Chicago, these winter storms drop a lot of snow, and it stays for weeks sometimes." She replied.

She got up to use the bathroom, and he went into the kitchen to retrieve a bottle of tea. She had finished when he came back down the hall, and he used the bathroom as well before going back into the bedroom.

They both settled back into the queen size bed, she laying in his arms. They grew silent, each thinking of the things they had discussed concerning where they were going to take their relationship.

She had informed him that she wanted to move away from Chicago, and come back south. She was considering allowing a partner to take over the Chicago part of her consulting business, and she had been in contact with University of North Carolina Medical school, and Duke University about an affiliation with their medical schools. Talks had been good, and she could probably align a new branch of her consulting services with either, or both of them, and start an east coast division, and allowing the Chicago partner to handle the Midwest. There were others she had contacted and brought into the fold that were to take charge of the western United States.

Her consulting business was a lot larger than he had first imagined, and he was quite impressed with how she could keep everything like her schedules and such so organized.

He felt a little lost, as most of the changing and adapting, seemed to be from her end. She had traveled the country extensively since starting her consulting business ten years ago, and it had grown well, and Amy was quite well known in medical circles for her work and ideas in improving medical care in hospitals and clinics. Her particular interest was pediatric care.

After a few moments of silence, he said, "Well, I have lived here in and around Richmond for the better part of my life. All I do is fix things. I'm up for a change of scenery, and I believe we can make this work, but I've got to have something to do as well."

"There's only one thing you have not mentioned at all this entire weekend." She replied.

"What's that?"

"Money."

"Well, I have quite a bit put aside toward my retirement through Frank and Whalen properties, plus some savings. My kids are grown and gone, and scattered to the wind at the moment. I guess I don't worry about the money aspect much."

"You do realize that Ben was quite a rich man when he died, and it all went to me."

"I figured as much, and you are apparently quite well off on your own, being a doctor and business owner."

"Is that a problem for you? I know you are old fashioned and consider yourself a provider."

"Always have been."

"You won't need to worry about money, if that's something you're worried about."

"No not worried about that. I just want to stay productive. I could never keep pace with your schedule as it is, but I do not want to get complacent and have nothing to keep me busy. Plus, I don't want anyone to think I am a kept man." He finished, then chuckled, and ran his hand over her left breast.

"You're being a turd Briggs. You are most definitely not the kept man type. Besides, I am looking at curtailing some of my traveling, and enlisting the help of others to perform these seminars."

"Well, if I can find the right type of opportunity to keep myself in a job, I am all for moving to North Carolina. I just want you there with me. If we're together, then I'm all in."

He kissed the top of her head, then she extended an arm to the side of the bed, and retrieved something from inside the nightstand. In the flickering light, he could see it was an old tube of KY jelly.

"Good grief, did you find that in my bathroom?"

"Yes, under the sink." She smiled at him.

"That stuff has been under there for years. It's probably dried out."

"No, it's still usable."

"Well, far be it from me to dispute. What are your plans for it?"

"A night cap." She replied, then brought the tube under the covers. A few seconds later, after vigorously rubbing her hands together, he felt her hand grasp his cock. The jelly, warmed by her hand felt marvelous, as she began to stroke and finger him, and within a couple of minutes, he was rock hard again.

She stroked him from the hilt to the tip with slow, deliberate strokes, then added just a bit more of the KY. It felt slightly cold at first, but within seconds the friction of her hand warmed it up. He made a couple of attempts to reciprocate and place his hand upon her womanhood, but she shooed his hand away, and finally placed both his hands behind his head , watching her stroke him in the candlelight.

She was building him up toward a strong climax, when she stopped. He had closed his eyes and was relishing the hand job she was giving, feeling himself build up. When she stopped, he opened them and looked at her quizzically. She smiled and blew him a kiss, then threw the comforter completely off his legs, pulled his legs together, and mounted him.

She took his cock and guided it into her ready vagina, and lowered herself upon it. His initial gasp as his cock was engulfed by her gave way to steady sighs and gasps of pleasure as she rode him at a steady pace. Like his shower fantasy of the night before, he grasped and squeezed her hanging breasts as she rode him, then raised himself up a little to suckle at her nipples. Her moans increased at this, as the angle of his entry changed slightly and seemed to allow him even further penetration into her womb.

After a minute of squeezing her tits and sucking her nipples, his back weakened and he had to lay flat again. He continued to fondle her breasts, and soon he felt the peak of pleasure arriving again. He thrust his own hips upward to match her rhythm.

"Baby, I can't hold out much longer." He said.

With that, she leaned back, removed her hands from his chest, and placed them on his thighs behind her, his cock inside her as far as it would go.

"Give me your cum." She cried out breathlessly.

She began to squeeze his cock with her vaginal muscles as hard as she could, trying to milk him into an explosion. She felt his manhood enlarge as he went over the edge, and as the first jet of his cum shot deep inside her, she began to come as well.

Both of them again letting out primal cries of passion and pleasure, they came together. He grasped her hips as he shot off inside her, his head thrown back on the pillow. She too threw her head back and a long cry of sexual ecstasy emitted toward the ceiling.

Her orgasm lasted beyond his, and she continued to pump his cock after his last spurt.

When her orgasm finally subsided, she lowered her upper body onto his, her breasts smashed against his, his manhood still semi hard inside her. They kissed deeply for a few more minutes, then she retreated off of him. She pulled the comforter back over their naked bodies, and nestled herself again against him. He placed his right arm around her upper chest, and nuzzled her neck. She placed her arm over his, and grasped his hand.

They lay silent for several minutes, each getting their breath and thoughts back in order after another explosive orgasm. Sleep began to take over soon.

"I love you Amy." He whispered softly into her ear.

She said nothing, but squeezed his hand tighter.

Sleep soon took them over completely in the candlelight.