I put the rose in a vase while James opened the wine. He poured two glasses while I got out the appetizers.
I'm a pretty good cook, but I was still nervous about what I had prepared. James knew wines, and food and my nervousness disappeared when he face beamed into a smile as he tasted my sun dried tomato and goat cheese soufflé appetizer for the first time.
"This is absolutely delicious," he said.
We talked for a while, about ourselves and our lives. Our interactions in the past were superficial and light and we enjoyed each other's company.
I got up to clear the table and James stood up too. He followed me to the kitchen, stood behind me, and wrapped his arms around me. I turned within his embrace and stared into his eyes. He leaned over and kissed me.
His lips were soft and his beard bristled against me as his tongue parted my lips and searched my mouth. It was a sensual, probing kiss that sent a shiver through my chest. I kissed back, pulling him against me, my hands dropped to his ass and squeezed and I kissed him back. Hard, urgent, needy. He grabbed my ass and pulled me tighter to him; I moved slightly and ground against his thigh. My breathing got harder and faster as we kissed, my hands went to his torso, kneading him through his shirt, and somehow he slipped his hands under my skirt and I felt his hands on my naked ass. It was divine.
"This way," I said, barely able to get the two words out. I grabbed him by the hand and lead him to the bedroom.
"What about dinner?" he asked as we entered my bedroom.
I turned, angry that he was more concerned about food, when I saw him laughing with his comment.
"I'm going to eat you up until you beg me to stop," he said as he turned me and lifted me into the air. He carried me to the bed and sat me on the edge.
James knelt between my spread legs and quickly unbuttoned my blouse and then grabbed my breasts through my bra. His fingers managed to flick against my nipples as he kissed my neck and my chest. My bra was off and he squeezed my breasts, flicking my nipples as he kissed me. The sensation was a hard ache that started there and spread to my cunt, I wanted all of him, and my brain was having difficulty process the sensations and my raw lust of the moment.
He pushed me back on the bed, my chest naked, and he kissed my belly and moved to my pussy. He lifted my skirt, exposing my red sheer lace thong.
"I wondered why you weren't wearing read," he said as he kissed my pussy through the material. "You sexy thing, making me have to hunt for it."
He put his finger in his mouth, wet it, and then slid it slowly along my lips until finding my hole and slipped it into me. I moaned like an animal, savoring the sensation of his finger in me, sliding it in and out, and pushing against my G spot. He reached out with his tongue, finding my clit, slowly flicking it against my clit, sending sparks into my cunt, and filling my belly with an intense warmth. I grabbed his head, pulling him harder against me, arching my pelvis up into the air, trying to move to have his tongue rub and thrust against my clit. He kept his finger in me, rubbing against my G spot, sliding back and forth as he licked and nipped at my clit. The sensation was wonderful, I was on a crest of cumming, and then he would change slightly, I would slide down again until he started a new, frustrating me.
"Right there! Right there!" I said, pulling his head hard against me, raising my ass off the bed.
The intense sensation reignited at my clit and spread like hot water from there into my cunt and then flashed up into my chest, an intense orgasm that made me gasp three times as each wave washed over me. He continued to lick hard and I finally had to push him away because the sensation was just too intense. I sat up, he remained between my knees, and I leaned forward and kissed him, tasting myself on his tongue and lips and chin. I licked him, savoring the taste of myself and then kissed him gently on the lips.
"You know how to show a girl a good time."
"Just starting," he said as he kissed me back.
James pushed me back on the bed and then directed me to roll over on my belly. He got me on my hands and knees and nipped at my ass cheeks with soft bites. He spread my ass cheeks and slid his tongue down from my asshole to my clit and then back to my asshole... He stayed there for a few moments, flicking his tongue back and forth across my puckered hole. I had never had anyone ever do that before, and the sensation was intense. I felt myself tighten and relax as he licked me there. He slid his finger in me again, this time sliding in and out as he licked my asshole.
I dropped my chest to the bed, exposing myself more to his finger and tongue, savoring the sensations as he stroked and licked me. I moaned into my arm, I wanted to scream because it felt so good, and I felt his tongue gently try to push into my asshole. I felt my juices flow as a wave of warmth filled my cunt and ass and spread down my legs like an electric shock, taking away my breath for the second time in just a few minutes.
I rolled over on my back and tried to sit up. I felt weak and lightheaded and James helped me sit. I looked at him with a silly "I just came really hard" look. I kissed him.
"Stand up," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.
I undid his belt and dropped his pants. I tugged at his red boxers, releasing his cock.
"Seems like everyone wore red today," I said as I grabbed his cock in my hand.
I took him in my mouth, savoring him, swirling my tongue around his head as I moved back and forth, and taking him deeper with each thrust. I cupped his balls in my hand as he slid back and forth, across my lips, against my tongue, covering him with my spit with each thrust. His hands were at his side, partially clenched in fists as I slid him in and out of my mouth. His cock was wet with my spit when I took him out of my mouth and slowly started jerking him.
"Does that feel good, James? Does it?" He moaned, his eyes closed. "Do you know what I want, James? I want you to cum. I want you to shoot your load of cum on my face, on my lips, on my tongue, into my mouth. That's what I want James. Can you do that for me? Can you give me your load of cum? Can you fill my little mouth with your cum? Will you do that for me? Please."
I spit on him, my hand sliding up and down his shaft, my hand sliding past his head with each stroke, rubbing hard against the head, his body giving a subtle jerk each time I did this. His moaning changed. Before, it was one of pleasure. It changed to deeper in his throat, a more urgent feel to the quality of the sound.
"That's it, baby, you're going to come, aren't you. You're going to give me a load of you cum. Right on my lips. Right on my tongue."
I started stroking him faster while my left fingers brushed against his balls. His cock surged in size and he grabbed my head, holding me on his cock as he started to pulse and spasm and filled my mouth with his thick salty cum. He moaned loudly and his hands dropped to his side as his cock jerked in my mouth, sending a few last spurts into my mouth. I swallowed all of it, savoring the flavor.
I stood and wrapped my arms around him and he leaned over and kissed me, my juice on his face, his cum on my lips, and enjoyed the flavors.
"What's a guy got to do to get dinner," he said. We both laughed.
Part of me wishes I had a picture of us eating dinner that night. We were dressed, rumpled and disheveled, and probably with silly "I just got laid" grins on our faces. We continued the conversation where we had stopped before our interlude. We talked about food and wine, art and music, his career and mine. We never mentioned what we had just done in the other room.
The dinner was great. My balsamic vinaigrette was the best I had ever made. The fettuccine Alfredo was fabulous. And then we were ready for dessert. I removed the chocolate lava cakes from the oven and I was amazed that they turned out perfectly. Something was in the air, and it obviously improved my cooking skills. I stood to clear the table but walked toward James instead.
"I can't stand this anymore," I said, giving him a stern look.
"What's wrong?" a real look of concern crossed his face.
"I need you to fuck me right now."
"Sweetie, I got some bad news for you." I looked back at him. "I'm an old guy. It takes a while to recharge the equipment."
"Fuck biology. Well, you got yourself a young girl here, and I'm impatient. We'll just need to change the biology rule a little."
It was my turn to take the lead. I pulled off his coat, then tie and finally shirt. I undid his belt again, dropped his pants, made him sit down, and I tugged off his shoes, socks and pants. He was completely naked on the chair. I stared at him and removed my blouse, bra, and skirt. I stood in front of him in my thong and thigh high hose. I lead him to the couch and sat down and moved him in front of me. His cock was conveniently at mouth level. I spit on my hand and smeared it on his cock. I slowly started to stroke him and looked up in his eyes as I stroked.
"Let me tell you what is going to happen here. I'm going to keep stroking your cock until I get it nice and hard. I will do anything, and I mean anything I need to do to get you hard again. And then do you know what is going to happen?"
He cock was starting to harden in my hand; I could feel the blood slowly start to fill it. He looked down into my face.
"Then you are going to take the hard cock and slip it into my cunt. My cunt, the one you just finger fucked. My tight little hole, all wet from you eating me and fingering me and licking my ass. And you are going to fuck my cunt until you fill it with cum. Do you understand?"
His cock was hard again, and I kept my hand on him. I lay back on the couch and spread my legs and he climbed on top of me. I took him and slid him up and down against my lips, rubbing him against my lips.
James had been aggressive but fairly quiet, except when at the dining room table. He got a big grin as he knelt over me.
"Is this what you want, Sweetie. You pretty girl, do you want me to fuck you right here? Is that what you want?"
He took his cock in his hand and slipped his cock into me, the head, another couple of inches, and then he was all the way into me. I grunted and moaned as he slid into me, filling me with his cock, the first cock I had had in weeks.
"Is that what you wanted? Is it? That cock in that tight cunt of yours."
He leaned forward, kissing me on the lips and neck as he started to thrust in and out of me. It was a great fit, sliding in and out, slamming his pelvis against mine, turning and grinding, lifting up so he slid against my clit as he slid into me.
"Yes, yes. Yes," I moaned, throwing my head to one side then another as I felt him fill me up. The feeling was great, his hard cock against me. He grabbed my hips and pulled up as he slid down. Intensifying each thrust and the sensation as he filled me up.
"Tell me what you want," he said, his voice was urgent, his face flushed, his breathing hard.
"I want you to cum in me. Fill my cunt up. Please. Please do it," I begged.
I felt him swell in me, felt him get bigger and harder as he came, squirting into me. He collapsed onto me and then started to laugh.
"What's wrong," I asked, afraid that I had caused a problem.
"I can't remember the last time I had so much fun. And I can't wait to do it again."
I started to laugh too. "It may take a while, because now I've got to recharge my batteries."
We both laughed. And I thought about what Susan had said to me and thought about a journey with James as we drifted to sleep, a tangle of arms and legs and nakedness on my couch.