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Usually, these days we could wait until we got home and it didn’t happen in some random corners of the hospital or bars, or restaurants. But not always.
She had awakened the fire of lust in me that I still had no way of controlling. A single look could travel from her eyes to my thighs and in less than a second, I would find myself aching for her. There was a physical need in me to have her, touch her and taste her. Again, and again and again.
Sometimes she would deny me and make me pine for her until it became too much, and then she would give me hours of toe-curling pleasure. We delved into the world of stimulation. Trying new toys, accessories, and extras. We both had our favorites and I could honestly say that just her and I alone was the best it could ever be … but it added something. A variety, a spice that kept me hooked and addicted to the Arya sex drug of lust and desire.
She was my only woman. I was definitely not hers. So, I of course had my doubts occasionally. If I had a dollar for every insecure question that crossed my lips. “Is it always like this? Can I do more? Do you need more? Did you prefer another woman? Would you like me to try something else?” the list was endless but so was Arya's reassurance. She took the time to make me feel special and loved and wanted, the same as I did for her.
I watch them make their way to the door and it makes me smile. It had taken Arya a long time to be able to be comfortable around her mom. I could understand completely that 25 years of hurt and pain had meant that that particular door was not easy to open.
We had taken the slow route, just letting them get to know each other again. It helped that Camila was sober, I don’t think Arya could have done it if she was still in the same place as when she abandoned her. She had waited during the first couple of years for the relapse. She kept her distance, certain that the drugs or the alcohol would get the better of her.
But I don’t know if it was the heart attack and near brush with death or the fact that Arya was there and in her life, again but Camila stayed strong and fought against her own demons. And with each passing day, week, month, year, the faith and the trust from Arya began to rebuild.
It built slowly though. We were not at a dinner three nights at Mom's house, kind of place. But we did, once a month all go out for food. Well, technically we are supposed to eat in at ours but due to me often being unable to leave on time, they generally came across the city together to meet me. Part of me knew that Arya valued that time taking the subway, if she was alone at home with her mom she could falter and stumble, retreating into herself. But being outside and active seemed to help the conversation flow better and ease her nerves.
“Hey, you.” Arya beams as she leans over the table to give me a light kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, you too.” I grin back before turning to Camila. “Camila, lovely to see you. I am so sorry I ruined the plan … again.” She wafts my words away with a wave of her hand before leaning in for a hug.
“Hush now. I always plan to come across town and then if I don’t it is no bother. I know you are doing something important and I can take a trip with my daughter for something like that.”
I catch the smile Arya gives her and it makes my heart melt, seeing her happy, relaxed, and building a relationship with her mom, she really is a strong and special person.
Sometimes even the strongest fires need a little extra gas to keep the flame burning as bright as possible. On Friday I left the facility early taking a half day so I could surprise Arya. I take my time setting the scene … paying special attention to myself, what I am wearing, the room.
She messages to tell me she will be an hour late and it is nearly pitch-black outside when she makes her way through the door. The room in darkness except for a few red candles flickering giving a soft warm glow. The room is almost cleared except for a wooden chair in the center. Shrugging off her jacket she makes her way over and sits, a slow smile spreading on her surprised face.
She hears me move behind her, but she doesn’t turn around. My nails trail over her shoulders, down her skin, running along her arms until I reach her wrists where I softly take them, drawing them behind her back, and I loop a soft silk tie around them binding them behind at her lower back.
I flick the remote and soft sexy music begins to play through the speakers.
The music starts as I move in front of Arya. My hair falls down in soft curls around my face, my lips are painted a warm red, and my eyes are smoky, sultry, offset with my light sparkling blue. My body is covered in a red silk dress, tied loosely around my waist. My hips sway to the music.
My hand slides down my body, glancing over my curves, red nails dancing over the silk as I take the knot. Looking up at her under thick lashes, I pull … letting my dress slip open, and with a soft shrug it falls from my body landing on the floor leaving me standing before her, naked.
She responds, her eyes wide as she leans forwards, pulling against the ties at her wrist. Watching her pull, I can feel how much she wants me.
I straddle her on the chair. Biting my lip, I tremble a little, my nerves showing … a one on one show. Just me. For her. My fingers run through her hair as I look at her. She is so beautiful, my wife. I feel again so lucky to have her. I lower my face, giving her a soft light kiss.
Rising up a little, my hair falls over her face as I guide my chest to her mouth, letting her nose run through the valley between them. I moan as I feel her lips, her kisses, and her tongue on my skin. My hand trails down her back and with a soft pull I free her hands …
Pulling back, my ass resting on her thighs, my naked pussy just inches away from her, I smile. “All yours ....” I murmur but the words have barely been uttered before her lips crash against mine.
In seconds she has scooped me up and lowered me back onto the floor, her knees between my thighs keeping them pinned open as she begins to undress herself with a feral need. It is my turn to look with wide eyes as she frees her flesh from its fabric confines.
She is so fucking beautiful. Age has only been kind, adding a softness to her curves that makes me salivate for her. I reach up and my nails mark her skin as I drag her to me. My legs part and one of her thighs slides between mine and the next feeling is her thigh pressing against my wetness.
“Fuck … Arya …” I moan as the contact comes hard with a needy pressure. I return with a thrust of my own thigh between hers.
My palms cup her face as I draw her into me, my lips are hungry to kiss, and they do. Over and over. Starting at the edge of her lips, moving across, every inch I pepper in soft needy kisses. There are no barriers between us now, it’s hard to see where I end and she begins. I feel her full breasts press against mine and I need to touch, my kisses run down her neck and along her collarbone. I feel her moan, it vibrates through her body and her legs tighten around my thigh, she slowly starts to rock her body against me, her wetness making each slide an easy glide.
With each of her movements, I feel that pressure against my sex, her thigh claiming each wanting rock along my leg which only makes me press myself more firmly against her. I take her breasts, both of them in my palms and I cup them as I raise my head up to seek out her kisses once more. We build together, moaning into each other’s mouths, I taste her gasps as she feels the squeeze of my hands.
I pant against her lips and she responds with a soft bite, the shock sends me over the edge, the release that has been building explodes deep within me. I cling to her and I feel her body mirroring mine.
Waves and waves of pleasure rush through us as we ride out our orgasms. I can’t tell where mine ends and hers begins.
As our legs entwine and we fill the gaps between us, my lips find hers. It isn’t sexual, although I can still feel the press of her sex against my thigh, her hard nipples grazing my own. I feel that rush of heat … but it is sensual. It is slow now, my lips graze hers and I watch her eyelashes flicker closed and then open again. Those deep swirls of blue, pools of secrets I know, and sensuality that I love. I could drown in them.
