Page 14 of Seven Days
She giggles and nods. Her laugh is infectious. How have I never realized that before? Not that we ever spent much time together. Maybe a meal here or there over the past few years, but never extended periods of time. It’s probably a good thing, considering how attracted to her I am. She pulls her hand away and finishes the order.
We decide to take the food to an overlook where I know there are some picnic tables set up. The wood and metal is worn smooth from use and weathered from the elements. The waves crash against the rocks below and the cool breeze off the Pacific chills our skin.
“Have you decided what you want to do when you graduate? What type of law are you interested in?”
“I’m leaning toward environmental law. With climate change becoming a bigger issue, I know lawsuits will be plentiful. Fighting over resources and access is only going to get worse as the wealth gap increases.” She looks out over the coast. “We have to protect this.”
I nod in agreement. Building on waterfront land was a huge fucking hassle, but I’m glad it was done properly. Knowing my architect and the coastal coalition triple checked every permit and design eases my mind. The views were worth every setback and headache.
“What about you?” Her voice draws my attention back to her. “Thinking about retirement anytime soon?”
Her eyes sparkle with mischief.
“Can’t say that I am.” I hold my right hand up. “As long as my hands are steady, I don’t think I’ll be stopping.”
“Seems reasonable.”
We banter back and forth for another hour as we watch the sunset. A handful of families and couples pass us going up and down the trail down to the water, but we stay where we are, taking in the surrounding beauty.
“Shall we go home?” I stand and offer my hand.
“Yes,” she says, smiling as she slides hers into mine.
I pull her to me, unable to resist the perfection of this moment. A beautiful, intelligent woman in my arms and the sky alight with pink, purple, and orange clouds. Tangling my hands in her hair, I pull her head back and steal a kiss. She opens for me, her tongue sliding against mine in slow, sexy motions that have my dick hardening in my pants.
I said I wasn’t going to fuck her again until I could slide inside her bare, but that was a lie. I knew there was no way I’d be able to show restraint tonight. Not after an evening of easy and deep conversation. And especially not knowing how fucking good she feels.
It’s dark by the time we get home and I drag her through the house to my room. Pressing her against the wall, I kiss her. Every kiss has been different, but just as intoxicating as the one that came before. She reaches for my pants, unbuckling my belt first and then pulling my shirt off.
“God, your body is incredible.” She runs her hands up and down my abs and chest. “I didn’t know this was possible beyond the age of forty.”
“Anything is possible if you want it badly enough.”
Her eyes hold mine as I make the bold statement, an unreadable look flashing through her eyes. She drops to her knees before me, unzipping my pants. I kick my shoes off as she pulls my pants and boxer briefs off in one go. Her tongue wets her lips as my cock bounces free.
She reaches up and gives me a firm stroke with perfect fucking pressure. Never breaking eye contact, she licks me from base to tip. Fuck, it’s sinfully sexy to see the dark desire she has for me in her eyes while she licks my cock like a goddamn porn star.
I reach down and free her hair from the elastic band holding it up. Gathering a fistful, I hold her head in place. I lose all restraint when she says please. Her mouth feels incredible, so hot and wet. She gags when I hit the back of her throat, but I’m not going to ease up on her.
No.
I’m going to fuck her face the way I promised earlier. Ruthlessly, I press all the way down her throat as she struggles to take me. I can already feel my release building. I pull almost all the way out of her mouth, loving the little gasp she makes before slamming back in. As soon as the resistance from her ends and she loosens her jaw I explode down her throat, painting it with hot ropes of cum.
She releases me with a pop and I help her to her feet. A few tears fall from her eyes and I wipe them away with the back of my fingers. Leading her over to the bed I stop her a few feet away.
“I want you to strip for me. Slowly,” I tell her.
A brief flash of insecurity crosses her face. “Really?”
“Yes.” I frown at her change in demeanor. Gone is the sexy siren swimming naked in my pool and now there’s a woman unsure in front of me. “Why?”
She pulls her tank top off and drops it on the floor before answering. “I just feel awkward, knowing that you make people’s bodies perfect for a living. When you look at me, I wonder if you’re noting my flaws and thinking of how you would fix them.” Her eyes dip to the floor as she explains herself.
“Look at me.” I wait until her eyes are back on mine. “Your body is a work of art. There is not one thing I would change. Taking a scalpel to you would be a fucking crime against nature.” I pull her to me. “I turn at least two women away from my office every week asking for dangerous procedures to get a body like yours.”
She shivers under my light touch.
“These curves are dangerous. They were made to make good men do terrible things. Now, step back and strip for me so I can worship at the altar of your body.”