When he turned around she was stepping out of her slim high heels and letting her slacks fall around her ankles.
Left in only a white lace bra that enabled him to see her nipples, which were hard, and a purple pair of panties that rode high on her hips, she was stunning. And he liked the fact that her underwear didn’t match. She hadn’t thought she would be sleeping with the other guy tonight.
“All of it, Kate. I said naked.”
“It’s just that… I mean you know how old…”
In two steps he was in front of her. He took her hand and pressed it against his hard, throbbing cock. Then, because he was a masochist, he thrust against that hand a few times because it felt so damn good.
“Yeah, I know how old you are and you know how old I am, and I want you like nothing I can remember. Naked. Now. Remember. The way I like it.”
She slid her fingers down to her hips and pulled her panties down slowly over her thighs until she was stepping out of them. Then effortlessly she unhooked her bra and with a shrug of her shoulders he was suddenly seeing her breasts.
Nothing fake about those. Round, luscious, with hard-tipped nipples. These were a woman’s breasts, and he was helpless not to cup them in his hands. To tug on those hard nipples until she whimpered.
Needing a little space if he was going to do this right, he stepped back.
He held up the tie. “I’m only going to blindfold you, Kate. I think it will make it easier for you. You can lie back and feel what I’m doing to your body. Enjoy it. Yes?”
Again there was some hesitation, but her nipples were still incredibly tight and he knew if he touched her at her core, she would be wet. Eventually, she nodded.
“On the bed now.”
She obeyed quickly and he draped the tie over her stomach as a reminder of what it was going to be used for. Then he set about taking off his leather jacket, the sweater he’d thrown on when she’d texted him the restaurant’s address, his boots, jeans and boxer briefs.
Working on the water his whole life, he knew what he looked like. A hard man everywhere, and based on the expression on Kate’s face she liked hard men. Walking over to the bed, he took her hand again and placed it on his cock.
“Stroke me,” he said, and showed her how he liked it.
She picked up his rhythm, and he allowed his head to fall back and simply enjoy the pleasure for a moment. This, however, was about something else. Not his pleasure. Hers. He pulled her hand away and set it on the bed.
“Close your eyes.”
She did and he quickly moved to wrap the tie around her eyes, securing it with a gentle knot. Something she could easily slip out of. The point of the tie was not to blind her, rather to allow her to let go. To not think so much about what was happening but feel what was happening.
He suspected his uptight entrepreneur did way too much thinking.
John pulled away to look at her. Naked, she was beautiful. Lush full breasts, a waist that tapered in and then flared out to full hips. Another thing he figured he would never understand about women. She’d actually been worried about how he would react to seeing her like this. As if her age was some disgusting thing, instead of just another phase of a beautiful body.
Either way, his dick was harder than he ever remembered it being in his youth and that was all that mattered.
Bending down, he wanted to surprise her so he put his mouth directly over her belly button. She gasped, but didn’t move and he continued to run his tongue around the delicate little hole until she was trembling.
Then he moved up and took her nipple into his mouth to suck, and again she made a sound that told him of pleasure.
“Talk to me, Kate,” he said as he pulled away. “Tell me what you like.”
He didn’t wait for an answer before he moved to her other breast, kissing, nipping and then finally sucking with enough pressure to make her body twist on the bed. Suddenly, John didn’t like the feeling of disconnect, standing over her as he was. He bent down and kissed her mouth, thrusting his tongue against hers until he could feel her fingers burying into his hair, clinging to him like she’d just rediscovered the joy of kissing and never wanted it to end.
He pulled away and moved to get on the bed with her, pushing her to one side to make room for him. It was strange. He’d fucked women after Becky had died, but he’d never done it with someone he cared about. For as short a time as they had known each other, he did care about Kate. He hadn’t been lying to her when he said he wanted to make love to her.