Engaged

Part 2

    Stretching with a moan as her back popped in several places, Jean slowly opened her eyes and smiled at sight of the handsome face of her lover. “Mmm.” She sighed. “How long have you been watching me?”

    Lionel tucked a wayward strand of hair behind her ear, marveling again at how beautiful she was in the soft moonlight that gave the room just enough light for them to see each other. “Oh, not long.”

    “I seem to recall you watching me our first time here.”

    “Yes, I did…and every time there after as well.”

    “Why?” Jean had never understood why he always watched her sleep. In their youth, she’d been a little too shy to ask, but now…well…youth was gone and so was the shyness.

    Lionel chuckled. “Because, you’re so beautiful. You’re beautiful when you’re awake, but…” he shrugged and searched for the right words. “When you’re asleep…your beauty is almost ethereal, especially when the moonlight casts a glow on the room like it is now. I don’t really have the words.”

    Jean felt her eyes tearing up. “Oh Lionel.” She sniffed and moved closer to the warmth of his nude body. “Those will do.”

    “Don’t cry, Pooh.” He gently whispered and wiped at her tears. Grinning at her, he slid his hand down her neck, stopping at the swell of her breast.

    Jean’s breath hitched. “Lionel.” She whimpered as his hand gently kneaded the soft fullness it held.

    Lionel gave her a crooked grin as his thumb brushed over her erect nipple. “So responsive.” He murmured before blowing on the nipple he’d been teasing, making Jean gasp as a shiver shot down her spine.

    “Oh.” Jean breathed as Lionel’s thumb and forefinger rolled her nipple between them causing her center to grow wet and pulse in response.

    “Like that, Love?” Lionel asked her with a cheeky grin.

    Jean, swallowed hard then gave him a playful glare. “Two can play this game, Love.” She warned him.

    Lionel gulped when he felt Jean’s hand slipping from his hip down over his stomach. “Jean…” he warned. He knew what that hand could do. In their youth, she had used her hands to break him, no matter how strong his control was, when her hand would wrap around him…he was always a goner.

    Jean, shifting positions so that she was straddling his thighs, looked down at him…her hand still busily moving up and down over the shaft of his cock. “Yes?” she asked innocently as she drew her fingernail along the underside of his cock, following the path of the bulging vein she found there.

    “Gods, woman…you’re going to…Jean…” Lionel panted out. Biting his lip to keep from crying when he felt her tongue teasing the swelled head, dipping into the small opening that was beginning to leak the salty, tangy fluid that soon would fill her mouth and slide warmly down her throat, he couldn’t control his hips as they bucked upward into her mouth.

    “You’re in a bit of a hurry this time around, Love.” She whispered, letting him slip slowly between her lips. Flicking her tongue out, she licked the head of his cock like a young child licks its lollipop.

    Lionel growled, and with the last of shred his control, pulled away from her and swiftly had her on her stomach. “Payback.” He whispered with a mischievous glint in his eyes as Jean looked at him over her shoulder.

    Jean knew that look and the tone of his voice. “Lionel…” she breathed even as she gave into his hands gently nudging her legs apart. “Not my…” she started to protest when his hands gently pulled her buttocks apart, but then she felt the tip of his tongue circling the puckered opening of her ass, and she gave up. It was hopeless…he knew what he was doing to her senses…this had always been his payback.

    Lionel groaned when Jean shifted restlessly underneath him. Putting a little more pressure in the grip he had on her buttocks, he calmed her and saved his sanity because her body writhing under his was almost more than his desire filled brain could take. Sitting back, he lifted her hips up and spread her bended legs further apart, giving him access to all of her.

    Jean, knowing what was coming, bit the pillow beneath her head while her hands fisted in the sheets. Squeezing her eyes shut, she held her breath in anticipation…her preparation didn’t go without reward.

    Her body jerked when his tongue circled the aroused flesh of her clit peaking out of its fleshy hood. The breath she’d been holding came out in a rush as she fought to keep from bucking back against his mouth as his tongue left her clit and trailed down, parting her swollen labia, entering her and slowly fucking the hot and moist opening that now surrounded it.

    Lionel moaned his appreciation as Jean gave into the sensations and let the orgasm that had been building, overtake her, making her vaginal muscles grip at his tongue as he continued to thrust in and out. Replacing his tongue with two of his fingers, he lapped at the bittersweet juices her release had created as he made his way back to her tight puckered ass hole.

    Jean wasn’t sure if she could stand much more. Her legs were weak and trembling from her orgasm and the combination of Lionel’s fingers working her pussy, curling so that they hit her g-spot, and his tongue pushing against her anus…was making her eyes cross…and they were closed. When his tongue finally pushed inside her…she screamed. “Oh…oh god…Li…o…nel…y…you have to…to s…s…ssstoppp!”

    Taking pity on her, Lionel pulled his tongue and fingers from her, gently placing a kiss on each ass cheek before helping her settle back flat against the bed. Laying next to her, his body half draped over hers, a leg between her still trembling ones, he smiled at her when her blue eyes opened and looked at him. “Are you alright?” he whispered.

    Jean shifted a little which put her body in closer contact with his, and raised an eyebrow at the feel of his cock pressing against her hip. “I…I think so.” She whispered then looked down. “I didn’t realize I could still respond like that.” She blinked up at him with a small smile.

    “Darling Pooh…why? Because we’re old?” Lionel smiled at her, his fingers combing through her mussed and damp hair. “We may be old…but we have over thirty years of love making to make up for.” He bent his head down and kissed her nose. “Am I right in assuming that I’m the only one that’s ever loved you like that?”

    Jean blushed. “Yes. How did you know?”

    Lionel just shrugged. “It was just a hunch. I didn’t know David, and you’ve never said anything about him as a lover, but from what I do know about him…it just doesn’t seem like something the two of you would have done together. And I’m assuming that the lovers you have had since David’s death…well…I know you. That’s a little too intimate for just a lover.”

    “You’re right…about all of it. Most times, I wouldn’t even let the man I was with see me without clothes. The lights were always off, and the sheets were always pulled over us.”

    Lionel chuckled. “How did you manage that?”

    Jean laughed with him. “You have to ask?”

    “No.” he shook his head. No one knew better how persuasive she could be in the bedroom.

    Jean drew aimless circles on Lionel’s back. “David was a wonderful…” she continued then paused and looked at him shyly.

    “Go on, it’s alright.” Lionel assured as his hand caressed down her back over the curve of her buttocks and back again.

    “It’s a bit awkward talking about the sex that I had with David.” She shrugged. “But, as I was saying…David was a wonderful lover…very tender and giving…but the passion that I shared with you wasn’t there with him. He was a very traditional type lover…but he made me happy.” Jean added in her husband’s defense.

    “You don’t have to defend him, Jean. I know that he loved you, and that you loved him. I’m glad that you found love after we lost each other.” Tracing a finger along the contours of her face, Lionel sighed. “I’m also glad that I’m the only lover to make love to you like…” he stopped and gently pulled her back against him, lifted her leg and pushed his cock into her still wet pussy, giving a few good thrusts before pulling out and slowly sliding his now slick cock inside her ass inch by inch. “…this…” he breathed against her ear as she arched against him.

    Jean made a low humming sound in the back of her throat as the pain swept over her. “Lionel…” she whimpered.

    “Easy.” Lionel murmured as he cupped a breast and began kneading it and teasing the nipple into a hard peak, distracting her from the pain.

    Gripping the arm around her, Jean slowly moved her hips. “It’s gone now…”

    “Are you sure?”

    “Mmm.” She hummed and moved again. “Fuck my ass like you use to.”

    “Jean.” Lionel groaned…those words coming out of that mouth….it had been so long. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.” He grunted as the sound of his sticky flesh slapping against her ass filled the room.

    “Harder.” Jean panted out as she thrust back against him, taking him in even further. “Faster.”

    “Bossy.” Lionel managed to grumble as he dug his fingers into her hip and fucked her harder and faster as she’d commanded.

    Jean moved her arm back and wrapped it around Lionel’s waist digging her fingernails into the flesh of his ass. “Yesss…” she hissed as Lionel’s thrusts grew in speed and intensity. Gritting her teeth when his hand let go of her hip and slid over her stomach to her pussy, she let her head fall back against his shoulder.

    “I’m going to come, Jean.” Lionel warned between grunts and groans as he rubbed vigorously over her clit with his two middle fingers. “Come with me.”

    “Damn!” Jean cried out as her eyes rolled back in her head.

    “Fuck!” Lionel’s expletive joined hers as he slammed against Jean, his cum shooting into her ass as the muscles surrounding him milked the twitching cock inside, greedy for everything he had.

    Jean swallowed to catch her breath, her chest heaving…heart pounding…and body feeling like a soggy biscuit. She wiggled against the body behind her and heard a groan. “Lionel?”

    “Mmm…” he moaned.

    “Do you think the other guests heard us?” she whispered into the darkness that now surrounded them.

    Lionel’s eyes flew open, and for a minute his mind didn’t process what she’d asked. When it did, he burst out laughing. “Of all the…” he laughed harder. “Oh my darling Pooh. I’m sure they did. Come on now…let’s go get cleaned up. A nice shower should relax us enough to sleep.” He slid his still half erect cock from her ass then stood up and pulled her with him.

    Jean looked at the messy bed they’d just climbed out of, the room now awash in the soft light of the bedside lamp Lionel had switched on…she presumed…to keep them from stubbing their toes. “We made a mess.”

    “Fucking your ass always left a mess.” Lionel whispered as his tongue traced the rim of her ear. “There are clean sheets in the wardrobe.”

    “You think of everything.”

    “Didn’t I always after that first night?” he asked as hand in hand they made their way to the bathroom.

    Jean chuckled. “Yes, always.” Sitting on the toilet, she watched Lionel as he turned the water on and adjusted the temperature for their shower. “Lionel?”

    “Yes, Love?” Lionel, having just stepped into the shower, turned to look at her with outstretched hands.

    Taking his hands, Jean stepped carefully into the shower and wrapped her arms around his waist. Looking up into the face of the man that had stolen her heart so many years ago, she whispered…“I think I’m going to enjoy being engaged.”