Don't Go (For You 3)

“Spread them for me,” I say without taking my eyes off hers.

I feel her thighs move on either side of me, and I glance down to see her short dress has risen up to her pussy.

“Is that all for me?” I lick my lips and wait until she nods. “That’s what I thought.”

I scoot her ass even more toward the edge as I kneel down in front of her and cover her with my mouth. Her flavor that I love so much hits my tongue and her fingers go to my hair. I reach down to my slacks and pull my cock out while I eat her, rubbing the length and pretending it’s her pussy wrapped around it.

I jerk off while I lick her pussy just how she likes it. Her body has only gotten better with age. She teases me and says one day I’m going to be old and we won’t be able to make love anymore, so we’ve got to get it all in now. It doesn’t matter to me, though. As long as she still lets me hold her at night, I don’t care.

“Henry, I need more.”

I look up at her, and we lock eyes while my mouth is still on her pussy. I see the intensity there, and I know she wants me inside her. I’ve never been able to deny her what she wants, so I get to my feet and slide her slickness down on my shaft, filling her to the brim.

“That’s it,” I soothe as she clenches around me and clings to my shirt.

I grip her ass hard and lift her off the island as I stand there in the middle of the kitchen and bounce her up and down on my cock. Her wet pussy coats me, and I glide in and out, hitting her sweet spot in just the right rhythm.

She can’t hold back and I feel her release run through her body as she holds on to me impossibly tighter. I grunt out my own inside her, swelling to the point of pain as her tight pussy squeezes me.

When I’ve given her all that I can, she’s limp in my arms. I carry her over to the sofa while I’m still inside her and sit down with her straddling my lap. I hold her like that for a long time, just rubbing her back and kissing her neck. She’s my whole world, and though these moments alone aren’t as frequent as they used to be, they are just as beautiful.

“I’m not wearing this dress to dinner,” she says, and I kiss the top of her head.

“Because it’s covered in cum now?” I ask, and she looks up at me smiling.

“You’re lucky I love you.” She kisses me softly on the lips.

“Not a day goes by when I don’t know that, baby.” I kiss her again and then tuck her hair behind her ear. “Want to order in and eat in bed?”

Her eyes light up and she’s already nodding before I can finish my sentence.

“Go get out of this dress and get under the covers. I’ll grab the menus.”

She leans down, kissing me one last time. This one is deeper than the last, and it’s filled with all that we’ve built. It’s love and respect, devotion and passion all rolled into one. It’s our past and our future and everything in between. It’s our story, and I love every part of it.