Mid Life Love (25 page)

“Does it feel
good?” he whispered, pulling all of my hair to the top of my head.

I murmured,
“Yes...” and I could sense him smiling behind me.

He pushed my
head forward so that it was directly underneath one of the water jets, and he
took his time rinsing my hair clean.

When there were
no more suds sliding towards the drain, I tried to lean against him again.

“Stand still.”
He held my shoulders, preventing me from doing that. “I’m not done.”

I sighed. Then I
felt him caressing my back with a soft loofah, brushing it around in soft
circles, leaving a sweet vanilla scent on my skin. After he thoroughly scrubbed
my legs, he kissed my right shoulder, trailing kisses across my back until he
reached my left one.

He slid the
loofah underneath my arms and rubbed it against my stomach, moving it up and
around my breasts. He used his other hand to touch between my legs, to
reposition a water jet so it was streaming up against my most sensitive part.

“I’m going to
fuck you with my mouth tonight,” he whispered.

I gasped. “
What
?”
And then I shook my head because I didn’t want him to think I was trying to be
punished. 

“You heard me.”
He walked around so that we were facing each other, locking his eyes on mine.
“I’m going to be your
first
, and I’m going to make you cum over and over
and over
again.” He lowered his head and kissed my lips. “It’s going to
be so fucking good that you’re going to want me to be your
last
.”

My heart
stopped—literally stopped, because my knees went weak and I leaned against the
wall, sliding down onto the shower bench.

Letting out a
low laugh, he leaned down and kissed me one more time. He walked over to the
hanging shelf and grabbed a blue loofah, using it to spread a clear gel over
his skin. 

He turned around
and looked into my eyes, running the soapy loofah across his perfectly carved
chest, across his muscled abs. He let the suds sit on his body for a few
seconds, and then he let the water trickle down his body and clear them away.

“Can’t stand
up?” He raised his eyebrow and I bit my lip as he ran the loofah against his
rock hard dick, as he used his hands to teasingly rub it up and down.

I tried to get
up, but my legs were still numb. The strong pressure of the water jets against
my body weren’t much help either.

All I could do
was sit and watch as Jonathan teased me with that damn loofah, letting it
caress all the places I wanted to touch.

After many more
minutes of playful torture, he tossed it onto the floor and winked. “Still
can’t stand up?”

I blushed and he
walked over to me, pulling me up by my hands.

As soon as we
stepped out of the shower, the water jets stopped and the lights turned white
again.

He pulled me
over to a bench that sat in front of the sauna and smiled. He slipped into a
black robe and grabbed a small towel from a drawer, wrapping it around my hair.
He took another towel—a larger one, and began pressing it against my skin,
slowly rubbing it all over my body.

“You are
so
beautiful
, Claire...” He brushed the towel between my thighs, making my body
tense. “Especially when you look at me like that...” He placed a kiss against my
thigh.

It took him a
while to dry me, and I thought he would ask me to return the favor, but he
didn’t. Instead, he unwrapped a brand new blow dryer and took his time drying
every strand of my hair, massaging my scalp as tenderly as he’d done in the
shower.

When he was
finished, he stared at my naked body for several minutes, smiling as his eyes
wandered up and down.

“Hold your arms
up.” He reached into a drawer and pulled out a black slip.

As I held my
arms high, he slid the soft fabric over my head and tugged it down, smoothing
it out in certain places.

I started to
wonder if he bought the same standard slip for all of the other “serious” women
he’d been with. But, as I looked at my reflection, I noticed that there was
white cursive threading sewn onto the lace that covered my left breast. It
read, “For Claire.”

“I’ve never
bought lingerie for anyone else,” he whispered. “Only you.” He clasped my hand
and led me out of the bathroom and down the hall. 

We walked past
four doors and a small staircase before stopping in front of a set of white
French doors. He took a key out of his pocket and unlocked one of the doors,
pushing me inside.

My eyes widened
as I took in the room: The silky taupe drapes that fell down to floor, the
perfectly polished wood floors, the large mahogany poster bed that stood on the
far side of the room, and the large scale paintings that featured the greatest
American authors.

I walked over
the bookshelf that covered the entire back wall, pulling out the only book that
wasn’t perfectly aligned with the others.

“I’m only thirty
pages in.” Jonathan stepped in front of me. “It’s actually not that bad. Don’t
follow her lead and get any ideas about leaving me though.” He smiled as he
took
Eat, Pray, Love
from my hands, placing it back on the shelf.

“Come here.” He
took my hand in his and led me over to the bed. “Wine?”

I nodded and he
laughed.

“You can answer
questions, Claire.” He uncorked a bottle and poured two glasses. “You just
can’t
initiate
anything.” He handed me my drink.

I took several
slow sips and smiled. It was the same wine I’d ordered on our first date—my
favorite wine; he’d remembered.

Why is he so
perfect?

“Did you have a
good day at work today?” He eyed me as he set his glass down.

“Yes...”

“Anything
interesting happen?”

My body was
trembling uncontrollably again. No matter how hard I tried to control it, it
wouldn’t stop.

“Claire?” He
took my glass away and cupped my face in his hands. “Are you there?”

“It was okay...” I
wished he would stop looking at me like that, like he wanted to devour me on
the spot. “We let the associates go home early since their work has improved
over the past few weeks. We’re still trying to figure out what approach we’re
going to—”

“I honestly
don’t give two fucks about my company right now.” He crushed his lips onto mine
and pushed me back onto the bed.

I shut my eyes
as he caressed me, as he placed small kisses up and down my neck.

As he pulled my
slip over my head, he whispered, “Open your eyes.”

I hesitated a
second before blinking them open, and when I did I was staring directly into
his beautiful eyes.

He tossed the
slip onto the floor and arched his brow. “You’re very tense today...” He shifted
his body so he was lying next to me. “And you haven’t stopped shaking since we
took a shower together.” He held one of my quaking palms up to make a point.
“Are you
that
nervous?”

I didn’t want to
admit it, but I was.

“Hmmm.” He
kissed my hand and stood up.

I watched him
walk over to the closet and take out a small brown bottle.

“Lay on your
stomach,” he said as he walked back over to me.

I rolled over,
still trembling, and felt warm oil being poured onto my back. I exhaled as his
palms spread it up and down my spine, as he spread it all over me.

Pressing his
fingertips into my sides, he caressed me with a “back and forth” motion—over
and over. Every now and then, he would leave a wet kiss against my skin, and he
would follow up with another deep press of his hands.

“Does this relax
you?” He kneaded the back of my thighs.

“Umm hmmm....”

“Are you still nervous?”
He moved down to my calves, then to my ankles.

I didn’t answer
the question. I was getting lost in the incredible sensations he was giving me.

He flipped me
over and began applying pressure to my feet—using his thumbs to rub my heels.

“What does this
cursive July 16
^th
stand for?” he asked.

“The date of—” I
gasped as he kissed my instep. “The date of my divorce.”

He laughed. “And
the white and red flags tattooed on your ankle? Just your fascination with
flags?”

“Yes...”

“Okay.” He let
go of my foot and began massaging his way back up my body—using the same
sensual motions against the front of my thighs and my stomach, spending extra
time to caress my breasts.

He smiled at me
and left the bed again, putting the bottle away in the closet. Then he disappeared.

Minutes later,
he came back into the room with a glass of ice and set it on the night stand.

I was tempted to
ask what the ice was for, but he gave me a look that said, “I dare you.” I bit
down on my bottom lip and watched as he grabbed a pillow from the other side of
the bed, as he propped it underneath me.

Straddling me,
he reached over and plucked an ice cube from the glass. “Let’s make sure you’re
as relaxed as possible.” He rolled it between his fingertips, letting the cold
droplets drip onto my chest.

Then he placed
the cube onto my neck, slowly trailing it between my breasts—circling it around
both of my hardening nipples.

“Ahhh...” I
groaned as he took one of them into his mouth, sucking on it as he continued to
tease the other one with ice. “
Jonathan
...”

“Shhh.” He
switched positions and I shut my eyes, trying to stay as still as possible.

The next thing I
felt was another ice cube, a larger one, drifting down past my breasts, and
into my navel. 

My stomach
started to quiver again—not as intensely as it was before, but noticeable
enough for Jonathan to hold me still and laugh.

“Relax, Claire.”
He leaned over me and grabbed another cube. “I’m going to make you feel really
good...” He placed the cube into his mouth and kissed the inside of my thighs,
alternating between using his warm tongue and the cold ice.

The kisses
started moving closer and closer, and then he slipped a finger inside of me,
groaning at how wet I was.

He looked up at
me one more time, and then he put his head down, gently brushing his tongue
against my clit.

I gasped and sat
up, bringing my knees up to my chest. “Wait.”

“
For
?”

“I can’t...I’m
not...Can we just have traditional sex?”

“
No
.” He
rose up and glared at me, but I could tell he was slightly amused.

“I know this seems
crazy because I’m not a virgin but...I told you this has never been done to me
before...I didn’t honestly expect you to—”

“Claire...”

“I’m sure you
would make it amazing. Actually, I
know
that you would, but—”

“
Claire
...”

“Yes?”

“Lay back down...”

I blinked. I
couldn’t move.

“You’re going to
make me ask you again?” He raised his eyebrow.

I blinked twice.

He shook his
head and smiled. “Okay, Claire.” He walked over to where I was curled up on the
bed and picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder.

He grabbed that
cup of ice, and then he placed me at the edge of the bed. He lay me down
against the mattress and untied the sash from his robe. Before I could figure
out what he was doing, he spread my legs and tied my right one to the bed’s
post. Then he reached inside his robe’s pocket and pulled out his tie, using it
to hold down my left one.

I tugged at my
legs, seeing if my movement would topple the posts, but it didn’t; they didn’t
even rock.

“I should’ve
known you would be difficult about this.” He kneeled between my legs with his
cup of ice. “Do I need to tie your hands too?’

I shook my head.

“If you try to
make me stop, I
will
tie them. Understand?”

“Yes...”

“Good.” He
placed an ice cube in his mouth and leaned forward, pressing it against my
lower stomach, moving it down lower and lower.

I moaned as two
of his fingers plunged deep, and then I felt his tongue pressing the cube
inside of me.

I gasped at the
coldness, trying to squeeze my legs shut, but they wouldn’t move.

“
Jonathan
...”
My voice was airy, strained. “
Jonathan, stop
...”

He kept pushing
the ice in and out of me, flicking his tongue against my lips as he did it,
rendering me completely helpless.

“
Oh—Oh my god
...”
I could feel it melting, could feel his tongue lapping up the drops. “
Stop
...”

He ignored me.
He began kissing my lips like he was kissing my mouth—driving his tongue deeper
and deeper, softly biting down on my clit—sucking on it as I writhed and
pleaded for him to stop.

The pleasure was
too intense, too raw, and my body was convulsing with every stroke of his
tongue.

I reached down
and threaded my fingers through his hair, too weak to push him away.

As he placed his
hands underneath my thighs, slightly lifting me up for a better angle, his
lashes became more forceful, more vigorous.

“Stop fighting
it...” He drew my clit into his mouth—rolling his tongue all around it, and I
lost all sense of time.

I could hear
myself screaming like I’d never screamed before—not sure how he could stand it,
how he could keep torturing me like this. 

“Come for me,
Claire,” he whispered, refusing to relent his pleasurable kisses.

“Ahhh...I...I...” I
felt him sucking me even harder—faster, and I couldn’t hold back anymore. Every
nerve in me exploded and my body began shuddering violently.

I clung to the
sheets as my toes curled, as he made me cum harder than I’d ever cum in my
life.