The Do-Over(64)

“Shivering in 95 degrees?” he laughed.

“You make me tingle.”

Grinding his hard cock against my ass, he laughed again, “I could say the same thing about you.”

Turning my head back to kiss him, the thought of having sex out here in the open, although eighteen floors up, was getting me as wet as his kisses. Without any provocation, I pulled my tank top off over my head revealing a pale mint green lace demi-bra.

“Oh so unfair, you know I’m now toast.”

With a playful smile, I took his hands and placed them on the lacy cups. “I think your toast may have been in the toaster too long…it’s hard.” And I pressed back into him.

“Just like your nipples,” he whispered in my ear, as they obediently responded to his touch through the lace. “So, are we going to christen this terrace?”

Leaning my head back on his shoulder, “I think it’s our duty,” I said very seriously, actually keeping a straight face and unhooking the front clasp on my bra.

Wes moaned in my ear, his hands now fully on my breasts, “I don’t think you have any idea just how hot you are and that is such a turn-on.”

Hearing those words from him, the one man I wanted to see me as sexy, a man with such commanding appeal, gave me a confidence I didn’t think I still possessed after being dumped for a millennial.

Turning in his arms, I pointed to one of the chaise lounges. “On your back, Bergman.”

He never took his eyes off mine as that slow, sexy smile of his made my breath quicken. Unbuttoning his cargo shorts with slow deliberate moves, he knew exactly what he was doing to me, as his eyes took on a playful cast while he removed them.

Standing there in just my white jeans shorts, I too slowly unbuttoned the top button and made a meal of leisurely lowering the zipper. Once it was down, Wes stepped forward, slipping his hands inside and molding his palms around my ass cheeks, kneading them hard.

“You’re killing me,” I choked out.

“Good.” He smiled, kissing my jaw.

I could feel a band of sweat forming along the hairline on the back of my neck. The humid summer air was enveloping us and I was both sweating and shivering at the same time. Closing my eyes, I put my hands on Wes’ shoulders, his skin was already moist under my palms. The balmy night was making it harder to breathe and amping up the intensity of the moment. This was not going to be lovemaking; this was going to be gritty, nasty sweaty f*cking and we were both jumping at each other’s touch.

After another squeeze of my ass cheeks, Wes tugged my shorts down and I stepped out of them. I was down to a pale mint lace and silk thong.

“Get naked, dude. I need you on your back.” I pointed to the chaise. “Now.”

“You want them off me,” he was referring to his gray boxer briefs, “then take them off me.” There was a challenge in his tone.

Slowly, I approached, holding eye contact. Running my hand up the outside of the soft fabric, I traced his hard cock with my fingers.

His sharp intake of breath almost did me in and my touch became firmer. Moving my hands around to the back, I slipped them under the waistband, cupping and kneading his ass like he had done to mine a few minutes before and pulling him against me.

From his look, I could tell he liked me as the aggressor, a role I didn’t take on until extremely comfortable. But out in the open that night, in my brand-new lingerie, with this confident, sexy man, I felt his equal partner. We were right together. This was the way it was supposed to be. Finally.

Peeling his underwear down to his thighs, I caressed the length of him, feeling him grow rock hard to my touch and leaned forward to place a kiss on his delicious lips. Pressing into him, I forced him to walk backwards until the back of his knees were against the lounge chair.

“You don’t have to ask for a third time.” Lowering himself onto the thick lemon colored pad, he peeled off the boxer briefs and opened his arms to me.

Laying down on top of him, I could feel the sheen of sweat on both our bodies. There was no friction between our skin as my legs glided over his.

Taking my face in both his hands, he kissed my lips hard, his tongue seizing control of any coherent thought pattern onto which I was still holding. I could only feel his sweaty stomach under me, as I rubbed on him, my thong still in place. Lowering a hand from my face, Wes began to tug at my thong and I reached down to pull it off, laughing as I was trying to kick it down my legs and not being as graceful as I’d hoped. Finally, the offending garment was gone and we were slick skin to slick skin.

Our lips once again meeting, I rubbed my wetness along the length of him, until I was positioned in just the right spot and Wes thrust up into me.

“Yesssssssss.” I gasped, staying very still for a moment, savoring the sensation of him filling me. I smiled down enjoying seeing his curls mat with sweat on this sultry night, as I began to ride his cock. The look on his face every time I pounded down was incentive to drive harder, knowing the pleasure I was bringing him.

As I watched the handsome man he’d matured into, my heart was brimming with emotion. From the first night we’d met, Wes had been intricately woven into my life in a way that even I didn’t understand. We were fated to meet. Of that I was sure. And we were fated to meet again. I knew I was blessed. I had never been so right with another man and I didn’t think there was anyone else out there who complemented and completed me in the way he did. The way he always had.