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I stared at her with longing while she drove. She knew I was looking at her, though, because she sneaked glances my way when traffic permitted. Each time she’d smile a little wider until finally she reached over and gave my knee a squeeze.
“What are you looking at, Professor?” she asked in that throaty, sultry tone her voice took on when aroused.
“The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I said and brought our joined hands to my lips and softly kissed her knuckles.
She tilted her head and grinned as though I were making a joke. “Oh, you’re so full of charm, aren’t you?”
Leaning all the way across the armrest that separated our seats, I spoke right beside her ear so my mother wasn’t part of the exchange. “I’m definitely full of something, and I can’t wait to show you what.”
The flush that spread across her chest and up her neck to her cheeks was intoxicating. I wanted to cause that same reaction over and over again. Preferably while inside her, because I was positive I’d never get tired of seeing the way she physically responded to me.
I slid back to my own seat and discreetly adjusted the erection pushing on my slacks. My legs weren’t back to full capacity, but my cock sure as hell was, and I could not wait to get Maye alone.
We’d talked about our fantasies, and our general likes and dislikes in the bedroom. We’d covered so many topics by that point, I knew our first time would be incredible. I’d never been forced to have such detailed conversations about sex with a woman before bedding her. The anticipation had reached a crescendo for us both, and we couldn’t wait for my mom to go to bed that evening.
Maye already planned on spending the night, and we talked about it casually around my mom so she wouldn’t make a scene when the time came. At my age, and in my own home, I didn’t need her permission to have overnight guests. I just didn’t want her voicing her opinion if she disagreed and made my baby uncomfortable or dampened the magical night we had planned.
Two nights ago, while Maye lay in my arms in my twin-sized hospital bed, I spoke low in her ear and described what I had planned for her. For her body. After about ten minutes of that particular bedtime story, I slid my hand into her panties and found the wettest pussy I’d ever felt. I got her off with my fingers and dirty talk, and the memory had been taunting me ever since.
Currently I was using a walker to get around. The damn thing was bulky and cumbersome, but until I built up stamina and fully regained my balance, it was a necessary evil.
Walking through my front door was more emotional than I expected. Maye and my mom had worked in shifts to keep the place clean and ready for my return, and I was overwhelmed with gratitude and appreciation for them and life in general. It would be dramatic to say I had a brush with death or worried that I’d never see the place again, but something about the experience gave me a fresh outlook on being alive.
A big part of my brighter attitude was the amazing woman at my side. There was so much to look forward to in a future that included her. When I didn’t respond to her welcome-home wishes, she stopped right in front of me and waited for me to meet her stare. My mother shuffled past us and continued down the hall to the guest room.
Tears pooled in my eyes and tied my words into knots. Maye scooped my hands into hers and waited for me to speak. A tear spilled over and streaked down my cheek, and she tenderly swiped it away.
“Oh, honey. What’s all this?” she asked gently.
Finally able to speak, I told her the words that had been repeating on a loop in my mind for the past week. “I love you so much.”
She stepped into my arms, and I buried my face in her thick hair. Again, I said, “I fucking love you, Maye.”
“I love you too. I haven’t seen you this emotional, even after everything you’ve been through. What brought this on? Not that there’s anything wrong with crying. Hell, I do it at least once a week, myself.” She sneaked me a quick wink, and I chuckled and pulled her against me again.
“I’m not really sure. Walking through my front door, it was so overwhelming. I feel so much gratitude for being alive. For being healthy enough to recover from something like what just happened. But most of all, for having someone as incredible as you to share every day with. Yeah, it’s all just overwhelming.”
Maye tugged me toward the kitchen so I could rest on one of the stools at the island. Quietly, she said, “That was all very beautifully said. Thank you for sharing with me. You know, it would probably sound weird to other people, but I’ve enjoyed this past month.”
I nodded in agreement—or understanding, rather—of the sentiment she expressed.
“Getting to know you, spending so much quiet time together,” she continued while looking down and shuffling her feet. “I think I knew I was in love with you that very first day I lay in your bed with you. It’s been hard not blurting it out because I didn’t want you to think I was just a silly girl.” She rolled her eyes and looked every bit her tender age. “Getting lost in my feelings. I didn’t want to scare you off. I’m so thankful you were honest about how you were feeling.”
With my arms extended, I invited her to stand between my knees, and we held each other that way for long moments.
“You smell so good,” I muttered with my head resting on her chest. I looked up to find her attentive blue eyes watching me. Boldly, I told her, “I can’t wait to peel this pretty dress off you, baby.” Then, I let out a tortured groan because just the mere mention of seeing her naked made my cock swell.
“Do you think your mom is in for the night?” she asked.
Could I dare dream that she was as anxious to be alone as I was?
“Probably. I mean, we didn’t hide the fact that we had some celebrating planned tonight.”
“Do you want something to eat before we head?” She motioned with her chin down the hallway.
If she were too shy, I’d be happy to fill in the words. “To our bed?”
Her grin doubled in size, and she nodded. My words must have taken a second to register though because she tilted her head to the side and asked, “Our?”
