“You want me to take you back to the dorm, or you want me to take you right here?”
For a few moments she’s quiet, and I get the feeling she’s thinking over the proposition I’ve just given her. We’ve never been the couple to dip our toes in any type of exhibitionism, but I like having the option.
“The room,” she gasps when I withdraw my finger, then press back in again.
Either place would have been fine by me.
We barrel through the room, I kick the door closed with my foot, and throw her onto the bed. She moves up to her elbows, giving me a heated look I feel all the way down to my cock. Lifting one of her hands up, she uses her finger to gesture me toward her, and I know right then I’m done for.
Somehow in the middle of this memory, I’ve unbuttoned my jeans, pulled my cock out, and I’m jacking it like I haven’t in way too long. I’m hard, lost in the haze of the times I never realized would be ending.
Up and down my hand slides, gathering lubrication at the tip before bringing it all the way down to the base. Back up it moves again, and again, until my hips are fucking the air. I can’t seem to let go though, no matter how hard I try. My body is wound as tight as a guitar string, but I can’t seem to make myself go over the edge.
Closing my eyes again, I float back into the memory of our night of passion.
We’re standing up now, her in nothing but a black lace bra, panties and those damn shoes. I look at her, watching as I grasp my shirt, pulling it over my body. My gaze makes a feast of her supple skin, her nipples are poking through the lace, and I’d be lying if I said my hands at the metal clasp of my belt weren’t shaking. Acting nonchalant went out the window as soon as I saw what she had on underneath the dress. Grabbing Mandy by the arm, I pull her in front of me, pushing so that her back’s against the wall.
Typically there’s a height difference with us, but thanks to those shoes, it’s not here tonight. We’re eye-level with one another, and that just makes this hotter.
She presses her palms against the panel and waits for whatever I instruct her to do. It isn’t often she gives me free rein like this, but I’ll take it whenever she offers it.
“While I love this…” I wipe my finger over her lips before trailing it down her chin, throat, and chest. It catches in her bra, and I use my strength to pull it just so I can see the nipples begging for my mouth. “It’s covering up something I very badly want to suck.”
Pressing one of my hands to the wall, I lean in, circling the hardened nub with the tip of my tongue. Her hand leaves its spot of safety and cups my dick over my zipper.
“While I love this,” she sighs, “it’s covering up something I very badly want to suck.”
I didn’t expect her to use my words against me, but they do exactly what she wants them to. I shove her onto her knees, pressing both my palms flat, almost doing a standing pushup as she fights with my underwear.
Once she got me free, Mandy leans back so that her head is flush, and pulls on my ass cheeks, allowing me to fuck her face.
It’s that first deep thrust into the warm cavern of her mouth that almost does me in. I have to take it by increments, letting myself get used to her tongue as she uses it to swirl against the head, then runs it down the length. I’m unprepared when she brings it back up to the head, circles it, and sucks so hard I think she’s damn near got my soul from my body to hers.
“Oh fuck!”
The memory is enough for me to take my pleasure. Streams of release splatter against my belly, one even lands against my throat. My nipples are hard, my legs ache, and I’m gasping like I just ran a marathon.
But the burning between my shoulder blades is finally gone, and the worry that’s been rooted deep in my stomach isn’t as strong as it used to be.
I know I’ve got to clean myself up, go about my day, and be a damn adult. But part of me just wants to relax right here, relive the memories and write my wife a letter back.
Truth is, I don’t know when the last time was I actually wrote a letter, but maybe now’s as good a time as any to start.
Chapter Fifteen
Mandy
I can’t believe he wrote me back. Writing and correspondence haven’t been a part of Dalton’s life since we used letters in high school to communicate, but I’m excited as I rip into the envelope.
Babe,
I have to admit, I didn’t even really read through all the list you gave me. I made it through the second point when I was reminded of that one New Year’s Eve. You know which one I’m talkin’ about, right?
Your mom and dad watched the kids. We had a little too much Jack and Coke. You even smoked a little with me, and we were both feeling really good? I picked you up by the waist and threw you over my shoulder. Then out in the open, I stuck my hand between your legs.
You remember?
You were so wet and had me so hard we almost fucked in the hallway.
My cheeks flush and burn at the same time. The night he’s describing I remember like the back of my hand. That was one of the most passionate encounters we’ve ever had.
And smoking with him? It isn’t something I do often, but every once in a while Dalton can bring out the bad girl in me.
