Chapter 41
Klempner - Twenty-Six Years Ago
We lie together, both wearing the ridiculous pyjamas. Never in my life have I wanted a woman the way I want this one. I'm lying on my back and have a screaming erection, but I rumple the blankets to conceal it.
She's a professional….
She knows….
Mitch rolls onto her side to face me. "Larry…"
"Hmmm?"
"You said…. You said that you wanted me to want…."
Hope flutters inside my chest. I roll onto my side too, our faces close.
"Larry, I want you to touch me."
My groin jolts.
Propping myself up on an elbow to look slightly down on her, I cup her cheek with my palm. Inside, I'm shaking; short of breath. Something pulses inside my ears.
How do I do this?
She echoes my gesture, reaching up to caress the side of my face, her fingers digging in slightly, guiding me to her, my mouth to hers, my lips to hers. Our lips touch. Her flesh is warm on mine, her breath fresh; a little minty.
Mitch's fingers slide from my cheek and into my hair, pulling me closer. Our mouths open over each other. She tastes sweet and musky. And she's shuddering under me….
Wanting me….
Wanting me….
She pulls back, breaks away. The loss of contact stabs me, a physical shock
Her breathing is heavy, her pupils wide in their green setting. "Larry, I've never.…"
I prop myself back on the elbow. "Never what? Kissed?"
"Um, no. Not that, but…."
She seems shy, timid almost.
Lighten the mood….
"Never what then? You're not going to try to tell me you're a virgin, are you?"
She chuckles, that deep throaty sound that is so much a part of her. "That's vergin' on the unlikely, I think." Then her smile fades. "No, I meant…. I've never… made love before."
My throat is tight, my mouth dry. "No time like the present."
She sucks at her lips, then reaches for me again, her mouth opening, but this time, I pull back.
"Mitch?"
"Mmm?"
"Neither have I."
She blinks a couple of times then, her voice breathy and hoarse, "Touch me."
I place my hand on the flat of her belly, sliding over fabric and butterflies, stroking her. Through the pyjamas, she's soft and firm. Her hand moves over mine, gripping the fingers, tugging at me to ease my hand over her breast. The nipple is a hard nub under my thumb.
That simple action….
She wants me…
Desire for this woman stabs down, tightening my balls, stiffening my shaft. I take a deep breaths, dragging for air which is, somehow, in short supply.
Her PJs are buttoned at the front. I reach for the top button, fumbling like some inept fifteen-year-old groping for my first tit, as I try to ease it open….
Is there such a thing as emotional virginity?
Perhaps….
And she's laughing….
At me?
My gut wrenches, but she sits up, brushing her hair back from her face. "We're like a pair of first-timers, aren't we?"
No, not at me….
With me….
Her smile is wide and bright, flooding her face.
"I was just thinking something similar," I say, sitting up beside her.
Then her smile fades and she touches my lips, tracing the outline with the tip of a finger. Her glorious eyes stay fixed on mine, wide and wild and green. "We'll figure it out between us."
Her top is falling open where I unfastened the top button. I slip open the second and the third, then the last and she shrugs it away, letting it fall to the carpet. Her shoulders are clothed by the wealth of her copper hair, and her breasts are pale, tipped by gold, heavy in my hand. As I caress her, she sighs then reaches for the hem of my pyjama top, lifting it up and over and off.
She's naked to the waist. I tug at her bottoms. "Take them off."
She dimples. "You too," she whispers. "Fair's fair." As I strip, her eyes drop below my waist. "You're ready for this then?"
"Mitch, you have no idea how ready I am for this."
Under my hands, she arches. My hands on her waist, I stoop, kissing her breasts, tasting the salty dampness that sheens her skin. She's flushing…. Her fragrance is rising….
Arousal?
Her thighs part. I want to test her. To know her desire for me is genuine. Dropping down, my mouth over her sex, she's hot, streaming and pungent. My erection hardens more, and my balls crawl. I ache….
Her moans are loud and growing louder. I've fucked her so often, and this isn't how she's sounded before.
Could she climax?
I don't want her to fake it.
I want it to be real….
Or not at all….
Please don't fake it….
Gripping hard into her thigh with one hand, I mouthe and suck at her clit, slipping back the hood with a thumb. Her bud comes to life under my tongue and lips, firming and swelling.
Come for me….
Really come for me….
I don't need to hold her open. Her thighs are spread. She's straining herself wide for me. Her moans grow to wails and as I slip a finger inside her, and then another, reaching for her sweet-spot, her cry is almost a scream….
Come for me….
She stiffens, pauses, her hips quivering…. And she howls….
Her hips buck, almost knocking me away from her, but I lock myself in, sucking on her clit, finger-fucking her….
As she relaxes, I scramble to climb atop her, plunging in deep with my ramrod-hard shaft. She screams again but now her hands are around me, nails clawing into my shoulders. It bites in, the pain shooting to my groin as I ride her.
She's so beautiful; her eyes, squeezed tight, open to lock with mine as she moans and whimpers through gritted teeth.
Her lids flutter but her gaze is opaque. She's saying something...
My name?
…. then her head flings back, hard against the pillow. Her body arches against me and as she screams again, I pulse and shoot….
Fuck….
It's almost unbearably sweet….
…. unbearably intense….
The Rhapsody and the Rush…
My hips grinding, pressing in, I pant and groan and spill into her….
…. before, with a gasp, I drop, my face beside hers, waiting for the hammering in my chest to subside….
She lies quiescent, her breathing heavy. After a couple of minutes, "Mitch, are you alright?"
She's still panting.
"Mitch?"
"I didn't know, Larry." She sits up, swiping a hand through sweaty hair, looking at me with still-cloudy eyes. "I didn't know."
I sit up beside her. "You didn't know?" Her breathing is slowing now to something more normal. I think about her words. "You've never climaxed before…. have you?"
Mitch shakes her head, her hair swinging.
Later, cradled in my arms, she drifts into sleep and I lie staring into dim nothingness.
I didn't know either…
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