My stomach clenched as I did what I was told and was soon hovering over his face. My hand went to his chest to steady myself as I sank down upon his tongue. I moaned at the first penetration. Moaned harder as he took my clit into his mouth.
I fell forward on his stomach, wanting to touch him too. Kiss him. Suck him. Give him the same pleasure he was giving me. My hair fell forward and pooled around his hard cock. He sucked my clit with even more urgency as the strands slid over his highly-stimulated skin.
Grinding onto his tongue, I took him in my mouth, returning the gift. He moaned, and I felt the vibration of the sound move into me, through me. His hands moved over my ass and gripped my hips while I rocked myself toward the edge of oblivion. When I exploded, he lapped at me, calming me.
Gently, Worth laid me down, turning me onto my tummy. He slid off the foot of the bed and crawled back on, his head between my legs, kissing my skin. Higher and higher his face came until he was once again buried in my pussy. He held my knees in place while I writhed and begged for him to make me come again.
He did.
When I thought I could take no more, and I cried out, he raised my hips and mounted me from behind. The first thrust went completely to my end, and I closed my eyes with gratification. All his tempting had finally been fulfilled. I rocked back onto him as he held my hips, kissing my shoulders and guiding me into a gentle, swaying rhythm that caused the lava inside me to begin to boil. His breathing accelerated, and I knew he wanted release. I wriggled backward so he was buried as deeply as he could go. Then I began a slow rocking movement against him, gathering speed. He cried out as the orgasm overcame him, spurring me to let mine go as well.
Even as the sensations became too much to bear, he stayed within me, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts and my tender nipples. I sighed with passionate delight and total exhaustion as I collapsed onto my tummy, his hand remained cupping me in a possessive clasp. He lay over me, supporting his weight and eventually rolled to his side, pulling me to lie in his arms. It was more peace than I’d known for months — perhaps years. It was the original Worth and Auggie. It was the way we used to make love when we were first together. I’d missed that “us” and I knew he did as well.
“I love you, Worth. Please don’t leave me again,” I whispered.
“I love you too, sweetheart. I won’t leave. I promise,” he whispered in return and kissed my forehead before cuddling me against him. That was the last I remembered.
When I awoke, the muscles in my thighs ached a bit, and all the memories flooded back. I leaned over and kissed Worth’s bottom and turned to slide out of bed. “Where are you going? No, no… stay with me.”
“Shhh… you go back to sleep. I need to check on Dad and Letty. She was supposed to go to the store and get supplies. If she’s asleep, we won’t have breakfast, lunch, or dinner.”
“Then we’ll order in pizza,” he said and pulled me back against him. He was once again rigid. Wasting no time for the preliminaries, he rolled me onto my back and entered me. Slowly at first, to gently stretch me for his size, then increasingly stronger until he was pounding me into the mattress. I whimpered as the orgasm rose and it came fast. I thrashed beneath him, trying to force him to drill me as deeply as possible to touch my needs. He burst and convulsed within its grip. I watched his face, the way he gasped and the muscles in his neck stiffened. His hair had fallen over his forehead, and I longed to kiss it aside but left him in his moment of male triumph.
Later, we showered together and soaped one another’s tender spots. This led to yet a third coupling, but this time, it was slow and pleasurable. His cock played me like a bow across violin strings. He knew the way to move that made my woman’s tunnel vibrate in a perfect pitch. It was excruciatingly delicious.
As much as I wanted to dive beneath those covers and sleep a bit longer, I heard the others stirring — well, perhaps it was more like arguing. I smiled at Worth and blew him a kiss as I dressed and went out into the hallway, closing the door behind me.
“Mom, I want to go on the boat with you,” Marga was whining. “It’s so boring here. Nothing but old people. You won’t let me go anywhere so I’m going with you.”
She knew very well that I had planned a night for Worth and me, alone. This was her way of getting back at me.
“No, your father and I are going alone,” I told her firmly. “You, young lady, are going to stay in tonight and watch television with your grandfather and Letty.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “No, I won’t. I’m going out.”
“If you walk out that door, the car will disappear before you get home.”
“I hate you,” she screamed and slammed her bedroom door.
“I know, I know,” I answered, remembering the words of my own youth.
Worth and I left later that afternoon to board the boat. I brought supplies and had intended to cook lobster for us, but Worth told me to just sit by him and enjoy the sunset while the captain took us out into the Gulf. “We can eat crackers, cheese and one another,” he teased me, and I was content.
“As wonderful as that all sounds, I hope you won’t mind if I at least make us sandwiches later. I wouldn’t want you to think of me as a sex symbol,” I said, winking back.
Our boat was substantial, large enough to sail anywhere in the world. It had been going to waste. Since Margaret died, Dad had lost interest in going out on it, and I didn’t blame him. Worth and I needed to make a decision about whether keeping it was worthwhile. It wasn’t the money. There’s a certain guilt with having major possessions that you never utilized. Having wealth was one thing, wasting it was another.
Personally speaking, if the kids were settled in college, I’d have no problem living at the condo and using the boat all winter long. I had some horses boarded in Florida and could be quite happy with just that. I realized then that I was getting a bit tired of the farm business. It wasn’t the work. I’d never shied away from that. It was more about the leash of needing to be available. There was so much at stake. The horses we cared for were worth multi-millions, and one bad call could create unbelievable problems.
Worth and I settled into deck chairs. I’d put on some cute capris pants and a matching crop top that ended just below my breasts. I knew it was a bit tantalizing, and that was exactly the effect I was after. Since the rekindling of our romance last night, I was all the more aware of how much I’d missed Worth’s lovemaking. It’s a glue that kept a couple together. The only time we seemed to be truly open and trusting with one another.