Midlife Love Story

“Wait, please. I’m sorry.” He sighed a few times as if he was trying to figure out what he wanted to say, but couldn’t find the right words. I refused to look at him, because I knew what I’d see on his face, what I felt in my heart. Regret.

“There’s no point waiting or being sorry Chase. We’re good together, I know it and you do too, but I am falling for you, and I won’t do that while you keep us a secret from the world.” There, those were the words that would in all likelihood send him running.

“You’re what?”

“You heard me,” I said back. “I’m not going to sugarcoat things with you Chase. I like you, a lot, but that’s irrelevant because I will never, ever again let a man make me feel like I’m not good enough.”

“That’s not what I’m doing,” he insisted, his gaze seared me. “I swear.”

“Maybe not intentionally, but the result is the same isn’t it?” We stood there for a long moment, two immovable objects waiting for the other to break, to crack.

He groaned low in his throat, and a hot second later Chase pulled me closer and pressed his body flush against mine. He smiled slowly as he leaned in, and it only disappeared when his lips were on mine. A fire sparked deep in my core.

My belly clenched hard, and I thought about fighting it. I seriously considered pushing him away in the name of self-preservation. I didn’t though, because I couldn’t. This was Chase, and I wanted him, any part of him, and in this moment I wanted all of him.

So I wrapped my arms around him and pressed against him so he knew that whatever this was, whatever it was meant to be, right now I was all in.

He kissed me and I kissed him, and we stood there half inside the barn and half under the moonlight. His grip tightened around me and I moaned into his mouth, tilting back to let him deepen the intoxicating kiss. My head was dizzy and my heart raced while Chase used his mouth and hands to drive me wild. Big manly hands sculpted my curves, almost worshipped them, and it made me feel beautiful and desired, sexy as hell.

He pulled back first with a low growl, a heartbeat before his mouth went to my neck, heating tiny fires all over my shoulders and neck and chest before he nibbled my jaw. “Carlotta. I need you.”

I closed my eyes and said the only thing I could. “Yes.” I wanted him too, and now was not the time to deny it, not when I was close to having it all. For tonight, anyway.

Chase dropped to his knees and looked up at me with an affectionate smile that caused my heart to skip a beat. “I miss you, Car.”

I miss you too.

I thought the words, but I didn’t say them. I couldn’t. Not when things were so mixed up between us, not when tonight could only be for tonight. My eyes fluttered shut at the feel of his day old scruff against my thighs, and the sound of him breathing in my intimate scent made me pulse. The cool night air touched the bare, slick skin between my thighs and I gasped.

And then his mouth, hot and damp, was on my most sensitive spot. He ravished me like I was his favorite meal, kissed me and licked at my flesh until one hand clenched his hair and the other grasped at the barn wall. “Chase,” I gasped and my hips rolled in time to the swipe of his tongue.

He groaned against me and lifted one leg over his shoulder and then he absolutely devoured me. He gave me all the pleasure my body could stand, and then a little bit more until my guttural, animalistic sounds bounced off the barn walls. He flicked his hot heavy tongue over my clit and my hips bucked, hungry for more of his magical mouth.

The sound of his erotic growls tore my eyes open and I stared up at the moon, so big and bright in the dark starless night, like it was lit just for me, just for this moment right here. “Yes, Chase.” My words were breathless and choppy, I grasped his hair with both hands as my head thrashed back and forth against the barn wall, and then in one long moment, pleasure fell over me like a giant wave, pulling me under and tossing me about until I thought I might drown in the sensations he produced within me.

And then I was falling, though it felt more like floating, like a piece of paper floating on a gentle breeze with the pitch black sky and the oversized moon directly above it. It was a special form of heaven and it was just for me.

For us.

Chase stood and spun me around, leaving me no choice but to plant my hands on the wall of the barn as he tilted my hips and tore my panties down, the act pulled a gasp from me. “You taste divine,” he whispered in my ear, his voice harsh as he tugged down his zipper, the sound of his belt buckle jangling tightened my core again.

And then he was right where he was meant to be, buried deep inside me. He froze and let out a long sigh that sounded like relief or something similar. His hips started to pump furiously, as though he was afraid I might change my mind, might decide that my body didn’t need his particular brand of ecstasy.

That was of course, crazy, because not even wild dogs could have pulled us apart at that moment, with his hips pistoning in and out like a high performance machine. He was hard and long and thick, and he was the one thing my body craved above all else.

My hips tilted even more and he slipped deeper, drawing a shocked gasp from both of us. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I closed my eyes and allowed myself to enjoy this for what it was, two bodies desperate for something else they couldn’t have, but settling for carnal pleasure.

“Carlotta,” he growled and nipped my earlobe.

“Yes,” I whispered back, afraid any sounds might ruin the magic woven around us.

Those were the last words either of us spoke as our collective pleasure built and we climbed that hill of pleasure, breathlessly, together. He panted and growled, I cried out and moaned, and then we were both shouting our pleasure into the moonlight. For several long moments we stayed there, panting hard and gasping, willing our bodies to prolong the pleasure.

But all good things must come to an end, as they say. And this? It was, without a doubt, our ending.

“Go out with me, Car.” His command was punctuated by a gentle kiss that started at my shoulder and moved up my neck. “Please.”

It was that growled plea that got to me, that and orgasmic high I was still on. Maybe it was just the fact that I was already half in love with this man, but the word fell from my lips before I could stop it.