Page 57 of Just Like Starting Over
“Is it?” She moves a little bit closer, her gaze searching mine. “Does it have to be?” And just like that, we’re not talking about the time of day anymore.
“Not for me.”
Sylvia smiles and moves even closer. “Not for me, either.”
“I can’t believe you stopped drawing,” I say, indicating her work. “You were always so good at it.”
“Well, things happen.” She smiles, at ease with her choices.
“How’s it going today?”
She wrinkles her nose, looking cute. “It’s like starting over.”
“Imagine that,” I murmur and she looks up at me, a smile beginning to curve her lips. She is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Her hand slides up my arm to my shoulder and Iput my hands around her waist, giving her a little squeeze as I draw her into my arms. She feels so good.
She moves as if that was her plan all along, her other hand meeting the first behind my neck before she smiles up at me. “Hi Mike,” she murmurs, her eyes glowing.
“Hi Sylvia,” I manage to reply, my voice all husky.
“Let’s make up for some lost time,” she suggests and she doesn’t have to make the offer twice. I bend and touch my lips gently to hers, giving her the choice, but her fingers spear into my hair and pull me down. Her lips part and when I capture her mouth in a kiss that sets me on fire, she tastes like salt and summertime and sweet Sylvia. Her tongue flicks against mine as if to feed the flames.
That’s all the encouragement I need to deepen our kiss and pull her closer, to cup the back of her head and kiss her as if the world will end whenever I stop. It drives me crazy, this impulsiveness of hers, this unexpected passion of hers. She can be all composed and cool one minute, then almost devouring me the next, and I can’t think of anything better.
She’s irresistible.
Sylvia makes a little moan and winds her leg around mine. When her hips tip against me, it’s not even possible to take it slow anymore, not when I know neither of us want it that way. It’s been too long. We’ll go slow next time.
I scoop her up and carry her to that chaise lounge, a piece of furniture that invites intimacy if ever I saw one. I set her down and she pulls me after her, her arms around my chest, her kiss and her urgency making me dizzy. She wriggles out of her jeans, dropping them on the floor and I run my hand up her thigh with satisfaction. So smooth. So soft. My fingers ease under her panties as I kiss her again, then she’s kissing me back, as hungrily as if she can’t get enough of me. The flip-flops are gone and she kicks the panties aside, giving me a playful smile as I caress her slowly from knee to waist.
I lift the hem of her shirt and cup her breast in my hand, bending to nuzzle the nipple and tease it to a peak. She moans and writhes against me, then tugs off the shirt and her bra. I stare and when I whisper her name, her eyes glow.
She’s untucking my T-shirt, pulling it up my back. “I want to touch you,” she confesses, eyes shining, and I have no issues with that. My shirt follows her panties and she smiles as she slides her hands across my chest. I take the fastener out of her hair and push my hands through the soft waves of it, pulling her close for another slow kiss.
“Crush me,” she whispers when our mouths part and I feel her teeth slide across my shoulder. “Claim me,” she demands, giving me a little nip, and all rational thought is obliterated, just like that.
There’s only Sylvia, the softness of her beneath me, the welcome of her kiss and the demand of her touch. There’s no question of giving her less than everything I have.
I slide one hand between her thighs, bracing my weight over her, and the slick feel of her on my fingertips makes me want to roar. She gasps and parts her thighs, and I trap her between my body and the back of the chaise. She smiles up at me, nestles even closer, then my thumb lands on her clitoris and she catches her breath. Her lips part, her eyes glow and that sound she makes might be a purr.
I kiss her again, letting my fingers slip over her, feeling how she trembles in anticipation. I tease her with my fingertips, driving her higher then pulling back, building us both toward the very best kind of satisfaction. It’s not the way it was all those years ago – I feel the same excitement, but this time, we both know what we like and what we want.
It’s better, so much better. She’s sweet and responsive anddemanding, and when she comes the first time, I feel triumphant.
I love how she rolls me to my back and unfastens my jeans and boots, stripping me as I lie on that crazy purple velvet lounge. She’s eating me up with her eyes, smiling that I’m enormous. Then she straddles me, leaning down to kiss me, her eyes blazing, and I’m all hers.
Again.
16
SYLVIA
The bra is of no importance at all.
I have no need of a confidence booster, not when Mike is looking at me as if I’m a goddess, but also, he clearly doesn’t care about lingerie. The sports bra doesn’t even merit a glance. He’s interested in what’s inside – me! – and he doesn’t seem to find any shortcomings, either. He caresses me with reverence, kisses me and stirs me as no other lover has ever done.
Not even him. We were each other’s firsts. We fumbled around. We had enthusiasm and we got it done, but this,thislovemaking is unbelievably, irresistibly, addictively good.
And his admiration gives me new confidence. I feel beautiful. I feel treasured and admired. I feel like I can’t do anything wrong. We anticipate each other in a way that seems magical and every touch feels so good. I want more. I want it all. And Mike is right there with me.
