Love With A Younger Man Page 2

  “Would you care for a drink?”

  “I’ll have whatever you’re having,” he replied, continuing to nuzzle my neck.

  With some reluctance, I pulled away from him and walked into the kitchen. I removed the bottle of wine I’d left chilling for Geoffrey and me and poured two glasses. I found Richard standing by the window and handed him a glass.

  “You have a terrific view.”

  Right now, I only have eyes for you. “I know,” I said, sipping the wine.

  I selected a smooth Barry White CD, and we sat down on the sofa. That man could keep anybody’s engine revving. Richard took the glass from my hand and placed it next to his. “Dance with me, baby,” he said, taking my hand in his.

  I rose from the sofa and nestled comfortably in his arms, drinking in his aftershave again. It was the same brand that Geoffrey wore, but the scent seemed more intoxicating on Richard. We stood so close that I felt his manhood press against my leg. I shifted my body slightly, and it nestled now between my legs. Closer, but not there yet.

  We began to move slowly to the music. A moment later, his lips were covering mine. The excitement I’d felt before was renewed and more intense as his hands began to caress the planes of my back. They slipped down to my behind. He pressed my bottom into his cock bulge, sending waves of pleasure straight through me. “Oooh…don’t stop,” I heard myself say in a breathless voice that sounded more like a moan.

  He gently kissed the rising swells of my breasts before gently pushing the straps of my dress down off my shoulders. For a split second, he stared at my breasts before touching them. “Beautiful,” was all he said before he tasted them. He swirled his tongue around each of my already hardened nipples, and then gently suckled them. Between the mixture of the drinks, his cologne, and masterful touch, I was soaking wet with desire. There was no way that I’d let that pretty vanilla man escape from my clutches tonight!

  I allowed my dress to slip to the floor and stepped out of it. “You’re lovely, Amber,” he said, gazing at me before he began to slowly glide his hands down the length of my body. His touch was pure ecstasy, and the passion he stirred arced through me like spikes of electricity—something I’d so sorely missed with Geoffrey. I tugged at the back of his shirt, pulling it out from his pants so I could slip my hands inside. His skin was smooth, and his taut muscles rippled under my touch. Realizing that I wanted to touch him, he pulled off his shirt and stepped out of his pants before he began to pleasure me again. The sight of his lean, hard body added to my growing desire as I reached for his erect manhood. Richard wasn’t wearing underwear.

  His lips were on mine, but I heard him moan from somewhere deep inside him. He slid his mouth slowly down my body, leaving a trail of gentle kisses. Within moments, every inch of my body had been subjected to his sweet torment. I could wait no longer to have him inside me.

  We moved back to the sofa and fell back down onto it. His mouth covered mine hungrily, his tongue exploring the inner secrets of my mouth. His manhood was rubbing against me, teasing me as his lips slipped down to the pulsing hollow at the base of my throat, which had to be vibrating at full speed. I raked my nails down his hard, muscled back and ran my fingers through his thick hair. Then my restless hand found its way to his penis. His lips found mine once more and practically devoured my own. His breath had become a great deal more audible and coupled with my own breathing and moans, Barry White’s CD was barely heard. I needed to have Richard inside of me, now.

  Sensing my urgency, he reached for his pants and dropped some foil packets on the floor. Ripping one open with his teeth he quickly sheathed himself. Then he lifted my legs and placed them over his shoulders. He slipped into me and slowly filled me. He groaned in pleasure as I felt my muscles wrapping around him. Just having him inside brought me to the brink. That’s how excited I was. We began to move as one—slowly at first, but not for long. The tempo of our movement increased quickly. Richard seemed just as ready as I was. We might have broken a record that night because seconds after we sped up, we both exploded simultaneously.

  Round two took place in the bedroom at a more leisurely pace. Taking the time to explore and further arouse each other, the pleasure we received the second time was twice as delightful as the first time. Richard turned out to be everything I’d desired in a lover and more. He may have been young, but he certainly knew how to please this woman. What I appreciated the most was his stamina. One close encounter in the bedroom was all Geoffrey had been good for each night. Richard seemed more like an Energizer Bunny and just as cute.

  “Have you any idea how beautiful your body is, Amber?” Richard asked, as he absentmindedly traced circles around my left nipple, causing it to harden and send blips of pleasure radiating throughout the rest of my body.

  “Hmm, don’t stop,” I murmured.

  “Honestly, take your breasts, for instance—”

  No. You take them.

  “They’re perfect orbs. Good enough to eat.”

  He began to take his own advice and suckle them, one at a time. I couldn’t help but let out a moan of pleasure. He kept applying that exquisite torture until I was squirming. Then, he began to run his tongue down my body, slowly across my naked flesh, stopping every so often to kiss or nip an area until he reached my navel. He began to make love to my navel with his tongue, something I’d never experienced before. While he did this, his hands continued to stroke my breasts. I felt more primed than a pump and was reaching for his penis about to beg him to enter me, when he slipped his tongue down to my already swollen clit. Lifting my bottom up, in order to gain better access, he slowly plowed through my soaking velvet folds with his tongue, licking me with deliberate strokes. I gasped and squirmed as my pussy quivered in pleasure. He nipped and sucked at my clit as I undulated beneath his mouth. My fingers were entwined in his hair, and I pushed his face into my pussy. He was literally driving me wild with that talented tongue of his. When he reached up and grabbed both my nipples and squeezed, the pleasure began to overwhelm me. I cried out as the first wave of contractions overtook me. Three more waves wracked my body before my climax finally ended. I’d never cum as hard and fast as I had then.

  I wanted to please him as much as he’d pleased me and took him into my mouth. Moving my mouth up and down his cock as my hands stroked his balls, I watched Richard close his eyes and surrender to the pleasure that was overtaking him. I applied several of the tricks I’d learned while I was tricking. I’d never done them to Geoffrey for fear he’d get the wrong idea. Richard seemed to really enjoy it. He buried his fingers in my hair and urged me to move faster. I continued until I felt him stiffen and then milked him dry in triumph.

  Between rounds two and three, we took the time to recharge and talk.

  “I’ve never known anyone like you,” Richard said to me. “Where did you learn that stuff—wait, who cares?”

  “You’re something, yourself.”

  “Really?”

  “It takes two.”

  “You don’t say,” he said, drawing me into his strong arms.

  ***

  The following morning, I awoke in Richard’s arms. Just lying so close to him turned me on and made me playful, though I did get some help from his prodding penis.

  “All you guys are the same.”

  “Hmm, what’s that?” he murmured into my hair.

  “You all wake up with a hard-on.”

  “That’s because you’re lying next to me.”

  “Nope. I think you’d wake up with one whether or not I’m with you.”

  “Wrong!” he said, poking me with his rod as if to emphasize his point.

  “I don’t think so,” I protested, as I ground my bottom into him.

  “Lady, I don’t care if it’s the chicken or the egg,” he replied, slipping into me from behind. “You turn me on.”

  I leaned my head back against his cheek and gave into the pleasure of our morning romp. I couldn’t seem to get enough of this guy, and I was glad he obvio
usly felt the same about me. I wasn’t certain where we’d go from here, but right now, that was the furthest thing from my mind.

  Eventually, we dragged ourselves out of bed. Our conversation over breakfast took me by surprise. I’d been prepared for Richard to leave and never return due to our age or race difference. Even if one hurdle was jumped, there was always the second one to trip us up—our age difference. Personally, I’ll admit that I really wanted to see him again, but I was aware there were others who’d frown upon our relationship for either or both reasons. I didn’t forget that Geoffrey would top the list for reasons of his own. In fact, I wondered why I hadn’t heard from him.

  “I would like to see you again, Amber.”

  “I’d like that, too, but there is our age difference to deal with.”

  “What about it? How old are we talking here? You’re not on Medicare, are you?”

  I playfully punched him. “Bite your tongue. I’ll be thirty-five next month.”

  “No twenty-five-year-old woman can do what you did to me last night.”

  “But sex isn’t everything.”

  “That’s right. I happen to like the rest of you, as well. You’re witty and bright. If I don’t have a problem with our differences in age, why do you?”

  “Because others may not see us through your eyes. People can be downright cruel.”

  “I don’t care. I want you—unless this feeling is one-sided.”

  I smiled and ran my bare foot up his thigh. “It isn’t.”

  “And don’t even try to bring up the race issue.”

  “I won’t.”

  “Good.” Richard took me in his arms and gave me a kiss that started my juices flowing. And just when I thought the sex couldn’t get better…

  ***

  I didn’t hear from Geoffrey until late Monday morning. He couldn’t have chosen to call at a worse time. I’d just gotten back to the office after meeting with a prospective buyer. The meeting hadn’t gone well, and I was in no mood to be scolded by Geoffrey.

  “Why didn’t you call me?” he demanded.

  “You were the one who walked out on me, remember?”

  “You might have called to let me know you got home safely.”

  “Why? I’m a big girl, and you gave me money for a taxi.”

  “Speaking of which, do you have any change for me?”

  I gave out a short laugh.

  “I take that to mean that you don’t. You’re no better than the idiots who work for me. They can’t hold on to money, either!”

  “I’m in no mood for your name calling.”

  “Well, if the shoe fits—”

  That did it. I slammed down the phone. Would I have done that had Richard not entered my life? Probably not, but it felt wonderful. Until Richard, I had no idea that I’d outgrown Geoffrey. I knew I’d probably never hear from Geoffrey again. His ego wouldn’t permit him to call me. Besides, he would expect me to crawl back to him on my hands and knees and beg him to forgive me. Maybe I would have in some other lifetime, but definitely not during this one! I was glad this had happened; it made cutting Geoffrey out of my life so much easier. Geoffrey didn’t know it, but he’d done me a big favor.

  ***

  Richard and I began to date. I found him to be totally different from Geoffrey in one very big way: He never tried to mold me into someone different from the person I was and seemed to appreciate all the little things I did. I never regretted being with him, but most of all, neither did he regret being with me. He was much younger than Geoffrey, not only in age but also in his outlook on life. How had I ever stayed with such a stuffy, self-centered man for so long? Being with Richard was like being at a carnival filled with fun and surprise. I had truly never known how enjoyable life could be. He made me feel ten years younger. And most of all—loved.

  ***

  Richard and I had an early dinner and caught a movie. Afterwards, he felt hungry, so we stopped at his favorite Italian restaurant a few blocks from his apartment and ordered a pizza with extra toppings—including anchovies—to take back to his place.

  “I can’t believe you’re that hungry, Richard.”

  “Why? Aren’t you? We ate so early.”

  “But don’t forget you also had that huge bucket of buttered popcorn you practically inhaled while the trailers for the coming attractions were still on.”

  “I had to have the popcorn. The minute I passed the candy counter and smelled it, I was a goner.”

  “But afterwards, you went back out for the hotdog and Junior Mints.”

  He looked at me sheepishly and shrugged. “What can I tell you, I’m a growing boy.”

  “It must be a male thing,” I concluded.

  “Not really. I knew some girls in college who could out-eat and out-drink any man.”

  “Yeah, and they were probably training to be lady Sumo wrestlers,” I said.

  “Not really…distant cousins.”

  “Oh, you…” I nearly clocked him. I must admit, I did have a slice of the pizza even though Richard ate most of it. I’d succumbed to the tantalizing smell.

  I was about to throw away the last two pieces when Richard stopped me. “Hey, where are you going with that?”

  “To the garbage.”

  “Don’t you dare, lady!”

  “You can’t be still hungry.”

  “I’m not.”

  “So, what are you saving it for?”

  “Breakfast.”

  “Breakfast?” I looked at him as if he were crazy.

  “Of course! Cold pizza is terrific for breakfast.”

  “Richard!”

  “Okay, okay, you can have one, too.”

  I shook my head and rolled my eyes toward heaven.

  He laughed and took me into his arms. “You’re even sexy with pizza sauce on your nose.”

  “I don’t have sauce on my nose.”

  “There is now,” he said, dabbing my nose with a saucy finger.

  “You’re incorrigible.”

  “And you’re gorgeous,” he replied, licking the sauce off my nose before kissing me.

  Within moments, his playfulness became serious, and our lips met with a newly ignited passion. It wouldn’t be long before we’d leave the world behind. His kisses were intoxicating and left me craving more. His lips left mine to nibble at my earlobe before slowly searing a path down my neck and shoulders. They found their way back up and recaptured mine.

  I wanted to feel his hard body against mine. Obviously, he felt the same way because he swept everything off the table and pushed me down on top of it. As he rained kisses on my mouth, face, and neck, he opened my blouse and eased the lacy cup of my bra aside so he could kiss my unencumbered breasts. Electricity began to arc through me, awakening every neuron in my body. His other hand reached under my skirt, and his fingers slipped into my panties. The passion rising in me was becoming so hot, I thought I might dissolve with all the pleasure. With restless hands, I opened his pants and freed his hardened member. We’d both long decided to dispense with protection as we were both clean and I was on the pill. Richard removed his fingers and practically ripped off my panties. A moment later, he was inside me and pumping. I arched my back and rose to meet him, grabbing on to the ends of the table.

  It only took a few moments of frenzied thrusting for the both of us to come in an explosion of fiery sensation. Richard collapsed on top of me, and I held him against my breasts while our vitals slowed to normal. We both sounded like broken engines, sputtering and gasping for breath. I couldn’t believe I’d actually made love on a wooden kitchen table and hadn’t gotten a splinter. The thought of doing that with Geoffrey nearly made me giggle. His idea of making love was by appointment on a comfortable bed with a thick mattress.

  Richard stepped out of his slacks and scooped me up into his arms. He nuzzled my neck as he carried me into the bedroom. He smelled of pizza sauce—good enough to eat. I fell back down on the bed and pulled him down with me. Then, I straddled him. All�
��s fair when it comes to love, I thought, as I lowered myself down onto his already reawakened love stick.

  ***

  The following morning, a loud knocking woke us from a deep, well-earned sleep.

  “Who the hell is that? It’s Sunday morning, for God’s sake,” Richard murmured into the back of my head.

  “You’d better go answer before your neighbors call the cops.”

  He grumbled something under his breath as he swung his long legs over to the side of the bed. He got off the bed and grabbed a pair of jeans. Just watching him pull them on over those gorgeous white buns stirred my juices.

  “Hurry back.”

  With the bedroom door left open, I was able to hear clearly everything that was being said in the living room. God, how I wished I hadn’t.

  “What are you guys doing here?”

  I heard a deep voice reply, “It’s a beautiful day. I thought you might like to go to the putting range with us.”

  “Can’t. Got company.”

  “The redhead with the big boobs from upstairs? You finally got a piece of her?” asked another voice, oozing with admiration.

  “No. Amber.”

  “Who—don’t tell me? The waitress from Sundays, right?” the same voice concluded.

  “No. The tall, sexy woman from The Slow Dancer.”

  “The old lady from the bar?” a third voice asked, in a tone dripping with disbelief.

  “Yes.”

  “You’re kidding, right?” the first voice replied.

  “Nope. No joke.”

  “We only made a bet for that one night. You didn’t have to have an affair with the old broad, for Christ sakes!” the same voice said.

  When I heard that, I suddenly felt sick to my stomach. There it was—the truth. The only reason Richard came home with me that night was to win a stinking bet! It was just a bet echoed in my head. I shook my head, as if I could shake it out. All I was to him was some stupid wager. That meant the basis of our entire relationship was a lie. Knowing that, how could I believe a single thing he said? Besides, even if he were telling the truth that he actually wanted and loved me, who knew how long it would be before he tired of me? Just listening to the guys he hung out with, it wouldn’t be long before he ended up dumping me.