The Reunion Ch. 05

The bedroom lights were on a dimmer switch, so he turned the lights on low. She took a moment to look around. A king bed took up most of the room. There was a night stand on one side of the bed, and a small bookshelf on the other, a tv on the wall opposite the bed, and a small pile of clothes on the floor near a large closet.

She sat on the end of the bed. "Looks like a nice cozy place to watch some porn," she grinned. She untied her dress and rubbed the back of her neck.

John turned on the "soft hits" music channel. As Aerosmith's "Don't Wanna Miss a Thing" started to play, Michelle mentioned absently that she loved that song. He held his hand out to her, which she accepted, rising to her feet. He held her hand, and placed his other at the small of her back, and she realized they were going to dance.

"Oh," she said softly, suddenly feeling tears spring up in the corners of her eyes as she let him lead her in a slow dance.

"Did I do something wrong? Should I stop?"

"No, it's nothing," she murmured. She hadn't danced with a man since her wedding several years ago, and before that, she had only danced with her father on a couple of occasions. Resting her head against his shoulder, she asked, "Did you go to our prom?"

"No. I guess you didn't?" He felt her shake her head 'no.' "Why don't you close your eyes and imagine you're in some fancy dress..."

"Instead of a sun dress with the straps hanging down and my bra showing?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "Here, we'll even dance like kids." He lifted her arms and put her hands behind his neck, then placed his hands down at her waist. They swayed, shuffling their feet and turning in a little circle, and for a minute she forgot they were in a bedroom, and almost 30 years old.

She felt like that silly little girl who thought no one would ever love her because she didn't get asked to dance - except she finally did get asked. She lifted her head and looked up into his eyes, smiling. "For a second, I expected to see streamers and balloons above your head." She stood on tip-toes to give him a kiss. "Thank you, John. It's so nice to be with someone so sweet."

She pulled his face back down to hers again, and when his lips parted she touched her tongue to his, teasing. When he moved his tongue into her mouth, she wrapped her lips around it and moved her face forward and back, sucking on it sensually, as though it was his penis. She ran her fingers through his hair, tugging gently, and lightly scratching his scalp.

When she released his tongue, she nibbled his lower lip. "You should know, when you're thoughtful and sweet like that, it makes me so hot for you."

As they kissed, he directed her back to the bed. She felt the backs of her legs touch the mattress, and his hands roamed over her back, caressed her bare arms, shoulders, as he licked and sucked at the sensitive area on her neck, behind her ear. She shivered at the warm pleasure that spread down her neck, and sighed. "That feels amazing, but please don't leave marks. I'll never hear the end of it at work."

Suddenly, he gave her shoulders a playful shove and she fell back onto the bed, caught off-guard. "You little shit," she laughed, pushing herself up to lean on her elbows.

He stared openly at her chest, which was thrust forward at that moment. "Do you really like this bra?" she asked, running her fingers lightly across one breast.

He grinned, a hungry look in his eye, inspired when she caressed herself. "I want to watch you touch yourself." He crawled into bed, turning onto his side and propping himself up so he could get a good view. "Come up here and get comfortable on the pillows," he suggested.

She obeyed after pulling her dress off over her head. He leaned in to kiss her and gave one of her nipples a pinch through her bra. Her hand brushed against his as she began stroking her breasts. "Kiss me, John."

He broke the kiss when he felt her body shift as she removed her panties, so he could see what she was doing. He jumped, startled, when her panties suddenly hit him in the face. "Now who's being a little shit," he growled, and pinned her to the bed. He buried his face in her neck and she heard him threaten to leave several marks.

Laughing, she yelled at him to stop. "It's just, you were staring so intently at my crotch, I couldn't help it."

"I was waiting for my private show to start," he said, rolling off of her.

He placed his hand on the side of her face, and she turned slightly to kiss his palm. He traced her lips with his thumb, which she then took into her mouth, sucking. A few moments later his hand slid down to her neck as he became distracted. His eyes strayed from her left nipple, which she was rubbing, down to her other hand, her finger sliding over her clit then down into herself.

He watched as she removed her finger from her wet pussy, soaked with her juices, and brought her hand up to his mouth. Their eyes locked as he sucked her finger clean.

"I want you to take your cock out so I can see how excited you are to watch me." She slipped off her bra.

His erection sprang out of his pants, and he started stroking it as she went back to pleasuring herself, moaning softly.

"I love that big cock of yours, John. I want you to come all over my tits, baby."

He groaned as he stroked faster, watching her finger herself, writhing at her own touch. Her hips were bucking slightly as she came close to climax, and it nearly sent him over the edge. Leaning forward, he took one of her nipples into his mouth, and felt her spasm with pleasure beneath him.

"Ooooh fuck, oh YES," she yelled, arching her back. Chest heaving, she cried, "I need you to come all over me, John!"

She rubbed her wet hand between her breasts for some lubrication, and he rubbed the swollen head of his cock against her skin. She pushed her breasts against him.

He cried out, and she felt the heat of his cum splashing on her skin in several bursts. She was so turned on. Her orgasm had been intense, but she wanted more. She massaged her breasts, rubbing his fluids into her skin. She felt an ache between her legs. She wanted to feel him fill her up.

Turning towards him, she licked around one of his nipples, enjoying the salty taste of his sweat. She took his nipple into her mouth, sucking gently, flicking it with her tongue. She did the same to the other, her hand reaching down to play with his balls.

"Think we can get him ready for round two? I need you to fuck the shit out of me, hon."

John rolled, and she lay on her back under him. "Actually, it's round three. And I'm sure he's up to it." They enjoyed each other's mouths for a while, and she felt her need burning again. She started to grind against his thigh, which was between her legs.

He pulled his face away from hers, smiling. "Is that the signal? You start humping me like a dog?"

She reached down to grab his dick, which was stiffening. He rolled so he could reach into the drawer to grab a condom. She took the opportunity to wrap her mouth around him, bringing him to his full length.

As he sat up, she laid back onto the bed. He knelt by her, grabbed a pillow, and had her lift herself up to slide it under her butt. He positioned himself between her legs, and he heard a soft, "Mmmmmm" as he entered her.

Thrusting slowly, he leaned forward to suckle at her breasts and neck. She wrapped her legs around his hips, and her hands caressed his back. He took his time, nearly pulling completely out, then pushing in as deeply as he could, burying his face into her neck, the smell of her hair, her sweat, her sex, intoxicating.

She started moaning beneath him, her fingers clutching his head and holding his hair tightly, like she was afraid to let go. Part of her was afraid to let go, needed to be reminded that this was real, didn't want this feeling to ever end. It had been years since someone had made love to her like this. She wasn't sure she had ever felt this close to someone before.

After a time, the slow love-making, while intense in its own way, had Michelle wanting a little more. "This is incredible, baby," she whispered into his ear. "I want you to do me a little faster."

He kissed her softly, then smiled. "You want me to fuck you now."

"Please."

"Get on your knees," he said, pulling out.

Her heart raced faster as she got on all fours for him. Her favorite position. He squeezed her ass, and rubbed her clit with his fingers until she started making noise for him. Suddenly, he thrust deep into her, deeper than he had been able to before.

As he rammed into her, she braced herself with one hand on the head board and started fingering herself. "Ohhhhh, God, yes... Fuck me, John, fuck meeeee!"

He grabbed onto her hips, driving into her with more force as she yelled for him to fuck her harder. The bed was banging so hard against the wall, he thought the downstairs neighbors would probably call the damn cops, but he didn't care. He felt her pussy squeezing him as she came, and he continued to pound into her while she cried out, the loudest orgasm he'd ever heard from her. He thrust deep into her, trembling as he unloaded inside of her.

"Oh, God, that was good," he murmured, kissing her back.

"Incredible," she breathed, collapsing into the pillows.

He lay down next to her, stroking her hair, and kissed her shoulder. "You're beautiful."

She wanted to tell him that she loved him, but she was fairly sure that was her hormones talking. That, and the fact that no other man had ever called her beautiful before. Instead of "I love you," she told him that he, also, was beautiful, and he smiled and kissed her.

She thought that this was the beginning of something very special.