Page 50 of Dating the DILF
I stare down at her and the memory of the first time I saw her flashes through my mind. Buttoned up, her face lined with stress and giving off major stay-the-fuck-away vibes. I had every intention of doing just that when I heard her growl at the ice cream. It sounded like a puppy when it’s attacking its favorite toy. Cute as fuck. The first time I made her smile, I felt the same intense warmth I feel now with her smiling up at me, pleased as fucking punch.
I should go and get her a washcloth. It would be the gentlemanly thing to do, after all.
Instead, I offer her my hand and drag her up to stand. Her chest is heaving and she’s breathing fast, watching me intently with anticipation. I cup her cheek and she closes her eyes, leaning into my touch. I swallow hard, forcing the lump in my throat down.
I have no idea how I got so fucking lucky.
I release her cheek, letting my hand travel down the slope of her neck, the curve of her breast, the softness of her stomach, until I dip a finger into her slit, sliding it through her wetness.
A shudder rips through me and, just as she did moments ago, I fall to my knees in front of her. Lifting her leg, I wrap it over my shoulder, opening her up to me. She’s beautiful. Her pussy is pink and perfect, her arousal sliding down her thigh. I flick my tongue out and lick it up, loving the way she quakes under my touch.
When she breathes out a ragged groan and her hands clutch my shoulders, I give up any pretense of taking this slow. I swipe my tongue along her and circle her clit. Nails dig into me, urging me on and, not one to disappoint, I lightly graze my teeth over the hard nub. She arches her back, pressing her pussy against my face. She’s breathing harder, her unintelligible moans filling the room, and while I continue to tease her clit, sucking, biting, and flicking, I finger her entrance, pushing two fingers deep inside her, thrusting and curling them, searching for the spot that will send her over the edge.
She writhes against me and the overwhelming sensations leave me feeling almost drunk. The taste of her, the feel of her, the sounds she’s making. I want to bottle it all so I can relive this moment any time I doubt the existence of perfection.
I slip my other hand around the curve of her ass and slide my finger to her puckered hole. She gasps and her hands move to my hair, pulling hard as her body contorts trying to lean into every one of my touches, but unable to.
My finger breaches that tight ring of muscle at the same moment I suck hard on her clit and my fingers curl inside her pussy. She inhales sharply, her body stiffening and then jerking as she comes hard, my name echoing through the room.
I slow my movements, lapping up her juices, and my hands grasp her hips, holding her in place when her body goes slack against the wall and her hands loosen their grip on my hair.
We stay that way for a long moment until a contented sigh escapes Charlie and I pull back, watching her. Her eyes are closed, and a satisfied smile ghosts her lips. She’s exquisite.
“C’mon, let’s take a shower.” I slap her ass, startling her back to reality, and admire the glare she directs my way before she stalks to the bathroom, her swaying ass taunting me.
“I can’t believe Addy didn’t tell me about her and Grayson.”
We’re lyingon the huge bed, dressed in our underwear, the afternoon sun is bathing the room in a muted glow through the sheer curtain. Charlie’s fingers are running over my pecs, playing with my chest hair and I am savoring every second.
“Where did she say she was going?”
“She started taking an early lunch on Mondays a couple of months ago, she said she was treating herself to a weekly massage and that was the only time they could give her a regular appointment.” Her hand stills and she raises wide eyes to me. “Do you think they’ve been seeing each other all this time? Is her massage withGrayson?”
“If you mean is Grayson giving her a happy ending, then I’d say yes.” I chuckle.
She slaps me. “Why wouldn’t they tell us?”
“I gave up trying to figure Gray out a long time ago.” I play with a lock of her hair. “Are you going to tell Adelaide you saw her?”
“No.” She pouts. “I’ll get better mileage out of her guilt if I wait for her to tell me.” An evil smirk plays on her lips. “What about you, are you going to confront Grayson?”
“Nah. I’ll bust his balls after he comes clean. Right now, I need to keep on his good side so he’ll watch Lulu for me in a couple of weeks. The animal shelter asked me to spay a litter of cats they just had handed in.”
There’s a pause and I glance at Charlie, wondering where her mind has gone.
“I could watch her. Or maybe I could help Grayson if you think it’s too soon for me to do it by myself.”
She sounds nervous, as though she’s unsure how I’ll react to her offer.
I lift her hand and bring it to my mouth, placing a kiss on her palm.
“You can have her for the day if you want to, I think she’d love that.”
Her face relaxes and she curls into my side.
“I thought you were going to be in Boston for meetings with the pharmaceutical company that weekend?”
Her face immediately shutters. “I’m not working with them anymore.”
