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Candace wrapped her arms around his shoulders. She focused on the way his mouth seemed to burn her skin with every kiss. Her body turned to pudding as he teased her with nimble fingers and his willing and ready mouth. He pressed her back against the wall and the weight of his chest against her breast, made it hard to breathe. He pushed one hand between them, and over her smooth belly, passed her shaven mound and onward to the hiding place of her sensitive clit. Candace gasped as his fingers plucked at it once, then taking it between his thumb and index finger, rolled her clit until she whimpered. She felt the jolt of electricity burning a clear path to desire up her belly and through her limbs. Candace opened her eyes to look at him. Just a year ago, he was just a kid and untouchable. Now, he was all man as he lifted her from the floor and high above his head.

Candace didn’t know what to expect. Just, that the warmth of his mouth latching on to her clit through the thin fabric of her lingerie nearly drove her unconscious. He teased through the fabric, blew hot breath against her quivering clit, and she grew wetter with every encounter. Declan sat her on his shoulders, one leg on either side splitting her body in two. He pushed aside the thin fabric and went to taste what she’d dressed just for him. His mouth was hot and wet. His tongue, thick and insistent as it pushed between her lower lips and found her tightened entry. Candace bit down on her bottom lip. She groaned as he sucked her clit into his mouth and held it between his teeth. His tongue then took its turn to swirl and flicker, drawing moans from her. Candace looked down into the brown eyes that she’d underestimated. Declan continued to lick, and she squirmed against the wall. On his shoulders, she could almost touch the ceiling from her perch. It was as close to heaven as she would ever come.

Candace gained some courage. She rocked her hips forward, slowly at first. Declan held her in place, let her continue to rock her wet pussy against his mouth and chin. It was the fire that filled her. Every aching part of her jumped to meet him when his tongue, stiff as a board held its position for her. Candace leaned her head back against the wall and let her body lead. She moaned. She gripped a handful of Declan’s hair and pulled. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her legs tightened around his face. His mouth covered her. It sucked, licked, and charmed her into opening wider still. She wanted him to have it all. She wanted to give to him what had been bottled up in her for years now.

Declan seemed more than capable of receiving it. Candace lost her reservations. Instead, she gave in to the swelling of need that started at her toes and worked its way up her body. She rocked harder, knowing his strong shoulders would keep her from tipping over. Declan let her have her way. He groaned as he licked her. His heavy hands gripped her thighs so tightly she thought she might bruise. Candace had no concern for what could happen. She could only live in the moment of his mouth exploring her silken pussy. Candace could feel the tension growing. In a matter of minutes, she was over the edge.

She came hard, banging her back against the wall as her body tightened and then released. She yelled out, and her voice bounced off the walls of the hallway returning to her at full force. Candace clamped her hand over her mouth to keep from having an outburst like that again. She focused her energy on the final wave of her orgasm as it turned her into a lust-driven woman. She needed this. She’d needed this for so long. Candace wasn’t sure when she’d had it last. Her legs quivered, as the final soaring of her body happened and released her.

Candace was limp in Declan’s arms as he lowered her from his shoulders, and leaned her against the side bar table. He stepped back and pulled his shirt over his head. His gym shorts came down in one swift pull. Candace saw his cock dance free. It was thick, and long. At least eight inches of man meat stood boldly in the open air. She sunk to her knees and took it into her hand. It was his turn, and she would show him what years of being married had taught her.

Chapter 4

Declan was smooth shaven. Much more well-kept than she expected the young man to be. Candace stuck out her tongue to catch a small drop of pre-cum threatening to drip from his cock. When the tip of her tongue made contact with the tip of his cock, she heard his gasp. Her spine tingled. She was going to have a little fun. After getting comfortable on the marble floor. She took Declan’s cock in both hands and started to stroke him up and down. He groaned as her soft hands teased him to an even harder state. Candace liked how her fingers couldn’t touch as she held him; the girth of his cock, too wide for her hands. Her pussy started to throb as she tightened her hold and guided his rigid tool into her mouth.

Her lips parted slowly, allowing a perfectly tight fit as she pushed it inside of her warm and waiting mouth. She moaned, he groaned, and his cock lurched against the smooth padding of her tongue. Candace closed her eyes as she wrapped her tongue around him. She pushed his cock deep into her mouth, brushed the tip against the back of her throat, and moaned as she withdrew it. Declan cursed. Poor boy. If that had him close, then he wouldn’t stand a chance with her.

Candace covered his cock until he was slick with saliva. Using the lubricant, she started to stroke him up and down with her hands as she rocked her head back and forward. She concentrated on his sensitive tip and listened for the signs that he was struggling to hold it together. She heard it, in the sharp intake of breath, and the muttered profanity that laced his lips. The good boy had a potty mouth. Candace would smile at the new information, but her mouth was busy. There was a nice thick cock shoved inside of it, threatening her ability to breath.

She pushed his cock deeper into her mouth. Her legs squeezed together as she tried to numb the throbbing, but the slow thrust of Declan’s hips forward was only making things worse. She let him have some control. Candace matched his rhythm and back and forward she met his thrust, even as they pushed further into her mouth. Candace stretched her mouth as wide as she could take it and let him push it down her throat. She gagged as his thick cock cut off her air supply, but she wouldn’t dare let him pull it out yet. Candace started to hum. The vibrations bounced off his cock, and he pulled out before he could explode.

Candace had only a minute to recover. On the back end of a deep inhale, Declan pushed his cock back into her mouth. Candace sucked him intently. She closed her eyes and savored his cock, pushing it deep inside her warm mouth. Her hands freed, she placed it on one of his hips,relishing the stringy muscular feel of it. With the other, she massaged his frenulum, the thin, sensitive strip of skin behind his balls. Declan responded with a deep groan and heavy pounding into her mouth. Candace’s skin prickled with goose bumps as she let her desire grow. He knew how he liked it, but he couldn’t have possibly known she’d wanted him rough and unrestrained.

Candace held her mouth open, and Declan pounded his cock away in her throat. His heavy balls slammed against her chin. She tried to moan but didn't have the breath. Declan gripped handfuls of her hair and held her completely steady. Candace caressed his balls as he pushed over and over again. When he finally let up, she moaned deeply. Her mouth would be sore after this, but it mattered little. She was getting what she wanted.

Declan stepped back with a groan. He held his cock in his hand and stroked it swiftly. Candace wiped the saliva from her chin and stood on wobbly legs.

“If I had known you like it rough, I wouldn’t have taken so long to get there.”

“Well, now you know,” said Candace in a raspy, quivering voice.

Declan came forward. His mouth landed on her in a hard and drunken kiss. Candace kissed him back just as hard. Their mouths, aligned perfectly, giving and taking until their moans flooded the hallway. Candace reached between their bodies for his cock. She needed to feel it again. Her pussy was already soaking wet and throbbing for him. She didn’t want to wait any longer. Neither did he, it seemed.

Declan spun her around quickly. He positioned her, bent at the waist over the sidebar. In one swift, fluid stroke he was within her. Candace felt her legs buckle. She didn’t know if she had the strength to hold herself up. She held the sidebar table as her pussy tightened around Declan. He’d barely entered her, and she was already coming. Candace banged her fist against the table as Declan started to stroke her deep. His cock filled her so completely she was temporarily blinded with pleasure. She cried out as tremors fled down her spine and pushed her closer and closer to the edge of another universe.

Declan pushed deeper and harder. He moaned as he pounded into her pussy the same way he’d stormed into her mouth. Candace called out his name as her inner muscles continued to tighten around him. He wouldn’t let up, and she didn’t want him to. The harder he stroked her, the more prolonged the orgasm. Her legs shook as she tried to remain standing, but it was growing impossible. Declan’s thrusts were precise and uncompromising. He drove them both to pleasure. Deep and wide pleasure that threatened to drown Candace. She didn’t object.

Instead, her cries of need rang out high and unfiltered. She moaned. She whimpered. She called out his name, and Declan met each show of her enjoyment with another hard stroke. Each stroke was surer than the one before it, and Candace was breathless as she attempted to hold him within her. She didn’t want their time together to end. Her legs quivered, Declan’s balls slapped against her clit, and Candace felt delirious. Her nails clawed at the wood of the sidebar as she sought something to stabilize her. She felt like she was in over her head- like maybe Declan was more than she could handle, but there was no way that she would give up now. He was giving her something she’d been missing, and she was feeling greedier by the thrust.

Candace couldn’t believe his control. She looked over her shoulder into dark eyes, that wouldn’t waver. She moaned, and he moaned back. Candace saw the need growing in him. He was close. She wanted him to feel what he was doing to her; the way her body was suddenly humming with desires she’d learned to ignore. She closed her eyes and let her body take over. Her movements were stiff against him at first. Then, as she met his thrust, they grew bolder. She remembered hard, grinding love and that was what she wanted to replicate now. Candace leaned her forehead against the side bar. Her eyes closed and she rocked back. Steadily, languidly, she pushed her hips to meet his pelvis. Declan groaned as she pushed her hips back against him. He held her hips tightly, his fingers reddening her soft skin beneath them. When he groaned again, a strangled thickness was trapped in his voice.

Candace reveled in the sound. She pushed back harder into his is strokes. As she rode each of his forceful thrusts, Declan’s throaty grunts grew even more urgent. He was fighting for control, but it was a battle he would lose. Candace felt the tightening in her pussy pulling him in deeper. He wouldn’t be able to resist much longer. One final slam into her welcoming entry and Declan joined her in oblivion. She cried out, as the tightening in her pussy milked his engorged cock. He grunted in her ears. His staggering breaths fell from his lips as he fought valiantly to keep from falling apart. His climax seemed to go on forever. Candace would know, it mirrored the final one he’d given her. She grasped for pieces of breath as she listened to the drumming of her heart in her ears. There was no way she could go back to her humdrum life now.

Chapter 5

He’d been gone for over an hour, and Candace’s body was still humming with desire. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done, or who she’d just done it with. The last time she’d been with an eighteen-year-old boy, she’d been an eighteen-year-old girl. She giggled as she soaked in her bath. Bubbles up to her throat and the last of a bottle of wine poured into her glass. Candace closed her eyes and leaned her head back against a pillow at the head of her tub. Just hours ago, she’d been a restless housewife. Now, she felt satiated and calm. The shift in her disposition was a direct result of her time with Declan.

Candace contemplated the meaning of her shift. It could be read so many ways, but ultimately she decided to ignore it. Sure, she was lonely in her marriage. Sure. Declan had given her a great pounding, but that didn’t mean anything in the grand scheme of her life. She wasn’t about to fall in love with his hard cock, and she wouldn’t let herself get careless. She wanted his hot cock again, but not at the expense of her marriage. She took a sip of the wine from her glass. She stretched her legs so that her feet rested on the opposite edge of the tub, and stared at her painted toes. Her husband wasn’t a saint himself. If he did find out about her fling, then she had his affairs to hold over his head. However, Candace didn’t intend to get found out. She would have to be discrete. They would have to be careful.

A steady ache was building in her pussy as she began to bathe. She rubbed it with the tips of her fingers. Her legs spread wider as she tried to touch the ache the way that Declan had with his tongue and his cock. Candace’s eyelids lowered. Her fingers were softer than his, but less nervous as she plucked at her swelling clit. She moaned as she thought of the way Declan had sucked, and licked her there. Her breathing grew labored as the fire he produced and extinguished started to return. She teased the sensitive bud until it was stiff and pulsed beneath her fingers. The familiar ache was tempting.

Candace thought for a moment. She couldn’t decide if her wanting to bring herself to another climax was gluttonous or not. It was clear that her time with Declan was going to be more than she’d expected it to be, and it wasn't just his skill to blame. Being with Declan reminded her of when she was a young woman held captive by her sexuality. She used to love sex, and would control herself in whatever way necessary to bring herself and her lovers pleasure. Now, her time with her husband was more of a chore, and the decision she made to keep them both entertained. Candace didn't know what had changed for her.

When had she become the obliging wife instead of the willing one? As she thought longer, it was probably around the time that she started to believe that she and her husband were getting old. Subconsciously, she’d started to pull away from him and by happenstance, her own needs. She didn’t know how to create the titillation for a man who’d seen all her tricks. Declan was only getting a sample of her, and in return he gave her a refresher course in what her body could do. Candace couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so turned on. If she thought long enough, she could maybe pull out a date, but it would be arbitrary. Despite her admission that she was the first to start pulling away, the truth was that her husband hadn’t actively tried to please her in years. Maybe they were both just bored with each other. Candace wasn't sure that would change. She didn't know how long this thing with Declan would last either. She only knew that she wanted it again.

Candace pulled her fingers away from her throbbing pussy. She finished her bath and climbed from the tub. Her aching body wanted more, but she didn’t want to do it on her own. After covering her body with a sweet cream, she thought of how she would like the rest of this to play out. Her husband would be home in a few days. Friday at the earliest, but possibly into Sunday if he decided to stay over. That gave her at least two more evenings that she could spend with Declan. He couldn’t just come over whenever his parents left, though. Once was fine, but twice would be suspicious. There were enough nosey housewives in their little slice of heaven to start a steady gossip. She didn’t want that to happen. If they were going to continue seeing each other, then it would have to be away from their homes. Now that she knew what Declan could handle, there was even more that she wanted to show him.

Declan woke from a nap at the sound of his mom banging on his bedroom door.

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