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I pulled Mitch up the stairs and into my room, holding his hand. It was big and warm and comforting. Just like the man attached to it. I turned on the lamp in the corner, bathing the room in dim light.
Dim light, every middle-aged woman’s friend, I thought wryly.
Mitch stalked over to me, his eyes dark and predatory. I remembered that look well.
“What are you – Mitch!” I laughed as he picked me up in his arms. “Put me down, I’m too heavy!”
“Bullshit,” he said as he tossed me lightly on the bed. I bounced a bit and tried not to notice how my breasts continued to jiggle after the rest of me stilled. His eyes were glowing bright and hot with appreciation, which was great for my ego.
He reached into his pocket and removed a condom from his wallet, tossing it on the bedside table before chucking his pants and shoes. I leaned up on my elbows, shamelessly admiring him.
I had slept with a couple of guys since the divorce, just casual fun with guys I met on dating apps, trying to release some tension and find myself again after having my self-esteem torn down for so many years. Some of those encounters had been better than others, but one thing was for certain: none of these guys looked as good at Mitch.
He had always been fit and muscular, but clearly all his years in the military had been good to him. He was lean and muscled and didn’t have an ounce of flab on him, unlike most guys our age who were moving towards pudge. His biceps were a work of art. I noticed some kind of military-themed tattoo on one arm and resolved to check it out later. Maybe with my tongue.
Speaking of tongue, my mouth watered as Mitch dropped his boxers and tossed them on the floor with his pants. His cock jumped out, proud and already dripping with pre-cum.
“Well, hello there,” I said in my sexiest voice, eying his favorite body part. “I’ve missed you.”
Mitch smirked. “There’s parts of you I’ve missed too, baby,” he said, his voice deep and sexy. “Now take off your pants.”
I slipped out of my jeans and panties, tossing them on the floor. Mitch stared at me from the bedside until I started squirming with embarrassment.
“Are you going to fuck me now or just stand there?” I asked drily, making an impatient “come here” sign with my hand.
He took a flying leap onto the bed, somehow landing over me without putting his weight on me, just as he had done a hundred times when we were kids. I looked up and smiled up at him as he hovered over me.
“Well, hello there, sailor,” I drawled.
He dipped his head and kissed me deeply, before sliding down my body slowly, exploring with his lips and hands. Finally, he reached my pelvis, spreading my legs wide and settling between them on his stomach.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked as he blew a long breath on my sex. I was already dripping wet for him.
“If you have to ask, it’s been too long,” he joked.
He leaned his head down and licked my slit from one bottom to top, stopping to circle his tongue once around my aching clit. All the blood in my body raced to my core so fast I felt lightheaded.
“Mitch!” I cried.
He repeated the action for what felt like hours until I was shaking beneath him, my head moving restlessly from side to side. I kicked him lightly on the leg with one of my feet.
“I need you,” I told him, my voice needy and desperate.
“Ladies first,” he said, giving me another lick/swirl combination. I shuddered, then reached down and grabbed his hair in my hands, pulling his head up.
He looked up, his eyes amused.
“I swear to god Mitch, if you aren’t inside me in five seconds I’m going to kill you with my bare hands,” I gasped. “We can play later.”
I saw him debate for half a second before he slid back up my body. The movement caused the wiry hair on his chest to rub over my sensitive skin and I shivered.
He rolled to the side and reached for the condom, sliding it on quickly. He levered himself over me again, lining his cock up with my entrance, his hands resting on either side of my shoulders. He looked me deeply in the eyes, searching. “You ready baby?” he asked softly.
I nodded. “Now Mitch! For god’s sake, now!”
I gasped as he entered me in one long thrust, filling me up better than anyone else I had been with. He paused for a moment to let my muscles relax to accommodate his girth, then began sliding in and out slowly.
I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips, locking my ankles at the small of his back and using them to spur him on. My hips rose up to meet him with every thrust. Our bodies moved together easily, clearly acting on some muscle memory from our youth as we easily found a rhythm.
I trailed my hands over the hard muscles of his back, making little moaning noises that I couldn’t control. “Oh my god Mitch, you feel so good,” I panted. “Faster. Don’t hold back.”
He increased his pace, pounding into me, and my focus narrowed down to the bed and the delicious sensation of his body moving in mine. After years of worrying and being on alert it was a blessed relief to let my guard down. With Mitch I could just be in my own body and enjoy the moment with someone I inherently trusted.
He lowered his head and bit down on one nipple firmly. An orgasm rushed through me as if he had pressed the magic “come now” button. My fingers raked into the skin of his back, and I wailed his name as I stiffened, then began spasming with the rush of my release.
“Mitch!” I wailed. “Yes!”
I was still trembling when I felt him stiffen above me.
“I’m coming, baby,” he gritted out. He lowered his head into the crook of my neck as he emptied himself into the condom with a long heartfelt grunt.
“Penny!” He spurted a few more times before collapsing on top of me with a deep groan.
I hugged him to me, welcoming the familiar weight of my first love pressing me into the bed. As our breathing slowed, Mitch rolled to his side, pulling me with him.
“That was....unbelievable,” he said with a tender smile.
“We’re much better at this now than when we were kids,” I agreed, returning his smile.
I stroked his damp hair. “I guess there’s something to be said for experience.”
He pulled away and moved to take care of the condom, then quickly returned to where I lay boneless on the bed, unable to move.
“I don’t have the same recovery time as I used to,” he said ruefully. “But give me a few minutes and I’ll show you some other things I’ve learned since then.”