We’d been waiting for a long time. To begin with, we met at our (strict no dating policy) workplace and we had allowed the mutual desire to grow. At department gatherings and whenever we had time, we flirted. Heavily. There were angry, judgmental rumors but the more they pried, the less evidence they acquired. Because we did not act on our desires. That ring stopped me more than the non-disclosure agreement I didn’t plan breaching.
Her marriage had been crumbling. Long story short: married young, she was too successful for his ego to handle. He put the blame of everything going wrong in their relationship on her strong work ethic. There was no need for me to get involved in a legal fight. So I did what I had done to get to where I was. Plant the seeds and be patient. A confident smile here, a caress that could’ve been accidental, honest advice so she’d progress on her career without me helping her by moving influences.
It was all too fishy, but pretty logical at the same time: I was coaching our younger staff and she could use the expertise of the guy who had been working on the field 20 years more than her.
Oh, yes, there was the age gap as well. I conveniently forgot to mention that part. That’s how you wrap your finger around people. Get them what they need, leave the rest of the details for when the necessary moment arrives: when it’s almost too late for them to change their minds but allowing them to think they’re making the choice.
I digress. Point is: we waited.
An interesting job offer came. Interesting because it was almost the same thing but a nicer retirement package and I could probably refinance my mortgage, as well as other few details that would bore even weathered legal assistants. The day I left that building began it all.
“It’s gonna be sad, walking to my office and not seeing you glare at Hannaford,” Tahlia gave me a crooked smile.
“Didn’t take you for one to make small talk with me,” I raised my eyebrow. “Friday at Holdfast, 8 pm. We won’t talk anything closely related to sensitive information. We both can surely talk about more than just work.”
“Make it 8:30 and I’ll be there on time,” Tahlia quickly replied, but the intense interest and delight to get a straightforward offer pleasing her. “I have paperwork to deal with.”
She showed me her ring finger that hadn’t seen the metal band around itself for months, but the skin still had a thin untanned stripe.
The tension had been building for far too long. Our first dinner preceded our first kiss, our first time having sex, our first time with her spending the night. All in a single date.
From there, we had to wait until her divorce was finalized to actually have her date me openly without giving him any reason to rot that relationship down any more (if possible).
Sex was always amazing. It was, however, a recent night that changed it all. My chest fluttered and I got ready to lose Tahlia. I sat her down and she got tense, her eyes opening with disbelief.
“Before you talk, before you assume anything, let me speak. I’ll be concise,” I pleaded, my chest and head pulsating inwardly with my racing heart. “You know I never married. You know I never was interested in all the traditional plan, and I don’t regret it. But now, there’s something inside me, a delayed biological clock, I suppose…”
“JC?” Tahlia asked and I realized seconds had gone by.
“Did I trail off that badly?” I snickered. “My bad. I was saying: call it whatever you want. I suppose I’d rather scare you off now than lie. What I mean is… I think I want a child.”
My throat dried the moment the last word came out of me. Tahlia stared at me in stunned silence.
I stared back, too aware. I had exposed a desire that could create a decisive fissure between us. But her lower lip quivered.
“Take me to bed, Jean Claude.”
She only used my full name when she was dead serious about anything. She went straight for my night stand and took the condoms out… Threw them into the bin.
“Tonight, you’ll pull out. Next time, who knows..?” Tahlia gave me a grin that had me hard in seconds like a damn teenager. “It may be up to you.”
We had sexlike I suppose newlyweds have sex. Every chance we had. I fucked like that time I had that one girlfriend when we were in high school. And that’s saying something.
Of course, leave it to an unsure client to make me work my nights off. For weeks on end. All, to get a, “we’re staying with our shitty provider anyway. Thanks, though!”
I stormed into my apartment and was about to call Tahlia when she called me first. I picked up the phone, “hello, there.”
“Open up! I’m already downstairs.”
“The play,” I rubbed my temples. “I’m sorry. This… has been a terrible day and I would be a terrible date. You don’t deserve terrible.”
“I’m already here, let me be there and hear you vent. It’s funny.”
“Tahlia… It’s not a good night.”
“You don’t want me there?” Tahlia sounded hurt.
“No! Not at all. On the contrary…”
Tahlia caught on the meaning immediately, because her breathing got harder on an instant. For the next minute, our call consisted of only our exhalations growing deeper and deeper. I could almost hear her heart race.
“Open up,” Tahlia finally managed to say.
I pressed the buzzer button.
There were no words. She understood the risks. My needs. Our atmosphere swirled, charged like a stormy sky. Every single touch made each limb feel alive like a separate being. I was awareness given an extremely sensitive body. Gone was her oft-found, demure playfulness. My gentle dominance vanished. It was all need: mindless, yet focused.
I kissed her jawline and nibbled on it, my lips started to create a trail down her collarbone… I just knew I wasn’t going to last too long. The week had been rubbish and stressful, the need for her had reached new heights and I didn’t know if she’d end up being pregnant later that night… But I knew she wanted me to try.
My kisses made it until I licked her vulva. For someone who always mocked porn stars’ looks, Tahlia did shave often. I went down on her not only to get her worked up and try to time our orgasms in hopes of making them simultaneous, but also just because I needed to taste her.
I started with small kisses around the sensitive skin, impressed with her body heat. I breathed in the sweet and musky scent of her feminine arousal and gave her one cautious lick. She hissed in with need, her body tensing up.
Instead of diving in, I offered short licks that made her squirm. My tongue became more insistent and I probed with more urgency. My tongue is short and kind of clumsy, but for all the shortcomings, I lick with earnest passion. I made Tahlia sigh, her hands contentedly running through my hair, encouraging me with her cute moans and her hip movements, gently grinding against my face.
I sucked lightly, almost playfully. But I was savoring her, acutely aware of her reactions and her needs. I used gentle trailing of my teeth to arouse her, kisses to weaken her, licks to undo her. I licked deep and with more need.
Her addictive flavor went away when she pulled at my hair again whispered, “… Wait… Please… No more…”
But her lack of the explicit word “stop” made it all weigh heavily upon our air.
I slid my finger out of Tahlia and stood between her legs, my chest pounding inside my chest. I didn’t ask her what did she think. Tahlia panted as if she had been running a marathon.
“Please… Let me ride you.”
It was a strong request, the need behind every word convinced me before I noticed I was submitting to her in a way. But I knew we both were. Submitting to a primal need we shared.
Tahlia ran her hands over my torso, then helped herself to a position that had her straddling me. She caressed my length with her fingernails and rubbed the tip of my dick against her pussy. I gasped. She was wetter than those times I had spent half an hour with my face between her legs.
With a confident smile, Tahlia turned around and straddled me in a reverse cowgirl position.
The Tahlia I always knew resurfaced for a second. A short, demure smile.
She rode me with the intent to drain me. No patience, no extending the pleasure, no pretense of long-lasting coupling. Tahlia got down to fuck me like she’d be paid to make me orgasm in a minute or less. I held on to the sheets for a second. Her movements were fast but not erratic. She knew exactly what she was doing. She knew how I liked it and she gave it to me fast, hard, unforgiving.
I forgot myself for a second, warning her, “Tahlia, if you continue like this, I’m gonna…”
“Yes!” Tahlia feverishly responded, moving with more determination. Her hips weren’t a blur, but she moved with almost scary precision.
The sensation of her defenseless, fertile pussy riding me made me groan, “son of a… Ffffuck…”
Not very articulate, but it perfectly reflected the state of my mind and body. I moaned, covering my mouth with my hand and laid back, giving into the pleasure. I knew there was no stalling. After so much practice, Tahlia knew exactly how to send me over the edge and she was doing every single thing she could to ensure it.
My condom-less cock caressed her insides with need and she did that twist with her hips… With my head trying to bury itself into the mattress, the explosion of pleasure burned out of my core and consumed my body with a short shout of disbelief and ecstasy.
The first spurt of fertile seed came out of me with such intensity, it must’ve taken a sliver of my soul with it. I cursed when the next wave of bliss sent trickles of physical and mental satisfaction, the knowledge of her being cervix taking my cum directly, in large quantities because made me almost convulse on the bed. Instead, I grabbed her hips and pushed up, ensuring the last blasts of semen did end up as deep inside of her as I could.
I let go… And realized Tahlia was incredibly tense. I saw part of her expression and caught her face scrunched up in lust. My orgasm had been so strong, I hadn’t detected hers. I made sure to thrust, my oversensitive dick protesting, tender, but I didn’t care.
She stayed on that position long after she came. Her pussy twitched and both of us groaned. I pushed upwards every time she did so.
Tahlia put a pillow under her hips and looked at me, “this helps, right? I’ve never tried, so I’m not sure…”
I caressed her body, dazed with her determination.
“Siri. Set a ninety minute timer,” Tahlia told her phone. She saw me gaping. “What? We’re not done. We’re doing this all the way.”
“I guess I should rest,” I mumbled, disoriented. I didn’t know she had wanted it that badly as well.
“You do that, stud, and call in sick later. I’m not leaving this room until we’re almost certain im not getting my next period.”
I managed to take a power nap in spite of my excitement. Thank fuck I did, because she made sure I needed it, 90 minutes later.
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