Page 82 of The Choices I've Made
The purple lace bra I’d been admiring through her shirt moments earlier looked amazing close up. Sheer in all the right places, it gave tiny glimpses of her creamy white skin underneath.
Seeing the twin peaks of her rosy nipples had me salivating with need. I couldn’t recall the last time I’d had sex. But, honestly, with Molly in front of me, it could have been a month ago or last week, and it wouldn’t have made a difference. All other women disappeared from memory when she was in my arms. Their faces, the sounds of their voices, or the way they’d laughed. No one else mattered but her.
I’d been delusional, believing anything else.
“Fine, I’ll agree,” I finally said after my eyes spent far too much time lingering over every inch of her skin. “You are different. But, like you said before, in regard to me, it’s in a good way. For example…”
My head dipped as her eyes fell on mine. I kept her gaze for as long as possible until I couldn’t wait any longer. Not even bothering with removing the bra, my mouth fell on her tender peak, and a long hiss of pleasure released from her lips. I sucked through the lace, loving the feel of her body moving beneath mine. Wrapping my large hand around her breast, I gently squeezed.
“These have greatly improved,” I said, grazing my teeth along the wet lace.
“You always loved my boobs.” She smiled as I looked up from my perch between her breasts.
“Oh, I did, and I still do. But I was a teenage boy. I would have given my left nut to touch any pair of tits. I really had nothing to compare them to.”
“And, now, you do?”
“Let’s just say, I’m much more appreciative now,” I replied, running my hands over her curves.
“Well, please,” she purred, “show me more of this newfound appreciation.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I answered, using my best Southern accent.
She smiled in return as I bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. As always, it went from sweet to searing in mere seconds. Just as before, she began to tug at my clothes, and I gladly played along, thanking God I hadn’t bothered wearing a shirt to bed.
One less thing to worry about.
When I rose to my knees, she surprised me by reaching out for my flannel boxers. In high school, she’d always been slightly shy about touching me in this way. It was something we’d worked up to, but as was the prevailing theme of the evening, she’d changed.
For the better.
Her nails lightly scratched the skin underneath my waistband as she eased it down from my hipbone, sliding it oh so slowly.
It was the sexiest fucking thing I’d ever witnessed.
She took her time, her eyes lingering over my tight thighs, waist, and, yes, my dick. It stood proud, as if it were waiting to shake hands.
“Do you have—I mean—”
“I’m clean,” I said. “Tested every six months. I’ve seen and heard a lot of weird things being in the medical field, I—“
She held out her hand to stop me. “It’s fine Jake. You don’t have to explain yourself. One night, remember?”
I nodded.
This little bit of awkwardness had never been a thing between us before since we were each other’s one and only.
But, now…
“I’ll grab a condom…before,” I said, clarifying.
She nodded as I reached out and stroked her cheek. The movement seemed to break the spell, and I could see her coming back to me.
Her eyes flickered a dark flash in those bright blue irises, and her focus turned downward once more. She reached out for my cock, tentatively at first, and I almost wept with happiness. The moment the tips of her fingers fell on the silky, smooth skin of my cock, I swore I saw stars.
Then, she wrapped her whole hand around it and gave a few solid pumps.
“Jesus, Molly,” I cursed. “Save some of the fancy stuff for later. Too much of that right now, and I’ll fucking lose it before the party even starts.”
