Midlife Love Story

Her body shook and I continued to lick and suck her gently, just enough to keep her on the brink of orgasm. Again. “Chase,” she whimpered and that was it, that was the sound that snapped my control.

Carlotta reached out for me as I stood and rid myself of my clothes but I took a step back because I was too far gone to control myself. “I need you Car. Please.”

“I’m here,” she purred and opened to me.

The sight of her, pink and glistening, was more than I could stand. I knelt between her thighs and rubbed myself against her until her breath hitched and then I slid home in one deep thrust. Her body clamped around me, still pulsing from her last orgasm and my body took off like a rocket.

She was hot and so damn wet I knew I wouldn’t last long, but being here with her like this was exactly what I wanted and I pounded into her, every feeling, every emotion that coursed through me in hopes that she could feel them, identify every one and somehow, just know how I felt about her.

She gasped and panted, her nails dug into my flesh and I didn’t give a damn. “More Chase, please.”

I withdrew and thrust forward like a man wholly consumed by his woman. She was all I could see as I poured pleasure into her and she reached up to meet me every time. I sank into her core until she shook, the rhythm between us only broken when her back arched and her ankles tightened low on my back.

“Let go for me, babe. Come for me.”

Carlotta’s teeth sank into her bottom lip and her eyes fluttered shut as her body tightened and froze, moisture leaking between us as her walls clamped and squeezed around me. And then she let out the longest, wildest cry of pleasure I’d ever heard.

My hips moved through her pulsing channel until my sac tightened and electricity shot up my spine, moments later I surrendered to the pleasure between us. “Oh fuck, I think I’m dead.”

Her laugh was husky as one hand played in my hair, her nails scraped gently against my scalp, drawing me closer to sleep.

Not yet. We needed to talk, it was imperative that we did before she shove her feelings down deep and sent me home. “Carlotta,” I whispered and nibbled her earlobe.

“Chase,” she moaned as her pussy still pulsed around me. “That was nice,” she purred.

Nice? “Give me another chance and we can be nice like this together again and again.” I dragged my teeth across her collarbone, loving the way I could make her feel so good with just a small move.

She gasped with pleasure, but she now held herself back, denied me. “To what end, Chase?”

I drew a nipple between my teeth and sucked hard. “That end. We can give each other so much pleasure, both in and out of the bedroom,” I moaned and moved to her other breast. “Just give us another chance.” I lost myself for a moment in the taste of her, the hard nub of her nipples covered in silky flesh, the way her pleasure oozed where we were still connected.

“Okay,” she moaned.

I froze and pulled back. “Okay?”

She nodded and settled her dark gaze on my face as if she was searching for something. “Okay. I’ll give us another try if you agree to be my date for Pippa’s wedding.”

It was a simple request in the grand scheme of things, I knew that. On an intellectual level I knew that, but the question itself caused me to freeze and all the blood drained from my face. My mind raced and whirled with the thought of the entire town interrupting every bite of short ribs, every dance and every conversation with some quip about what a beautiful bride Carlotta would make. How she would make a fantastic mother and the perfect political wife. My throat closed up as image after image appeared in my mind, stealing all the joy I should feel when my only sister finally married the love of her life.

Carlotta misunderstood my silence, and she pushed at my chest until our bodies separated and I was on the other side of the sofa. She grabbed up her clothes and held them in front of her, more of a shield than any attempt at modesty.

“That’s exactly what I thought Chase. Trying again sounds good, in theory, but the problem is you don’t actually want to try. You want me to accept what you’re offering and give up what I want completely.”

“That’s not true,” I said as my shoulders fell in defeat. “I just want to enjoy being with you.”

“Yeah, like this. In private. No thanks,” she whispered almost inaudibly. “This,” she motioned between our naked bodies, “Is all that we can ever be Chase and this was it. The last time.” With tears welling in her eyes, she turned away from me and hurried up the stairs. A few seconds later the shower started and I stood and picked up my clothes.

I took my time getting dressed, hoping I could see her again, make one last argument for us. But five minutes later the shower was still going, and I knew she wouldn’t come out until she was sure I was gone.

For good this time.

Chapter 27

Carlotta

“Well ladies, what do you think?” Pippa stepped from the fitting room in sexy all-white lingerie. “Does this look like it’ll drive Ryan wild?”

Valona tossed her head back and laughed, a glass of champagne in her hand, her face lit with love and happiness. “If that’s your goal, save the cash and wear nothing. But yes, you look hot as hell in that.”