“Kate. I had be lying if I said I didn’t want to make love to you, but if you’re not read—”
“I spoke to Eileen about you.”
“I thought you might.”
“After you left your voicemail. She said you and she…never did anything. She warned me that if I did it too soon with you I might blow the chance to, you know, fall in love with you.”
His eyes went big.
“It’s what she said. I’ve been with you twice and the first time was at a wedding and everyone’s a romantic at a wedding. I’m just thinking out loud here. All I’m saying is that if we make love I don’t want it to keep us from seeing whether we go anywhere. But we’re both too old to pass up the opportunity to fuck someone we really want to fuck, and I really want you to fuck me.”
If the word “fuck” had passed her lips before, she could not recall. Even when she had sex with William, she never allowed herself to let go. She enjoyed it plenty, as did he, but she was restrained in how she would express the pleasure that he gave her when he was in her. She moaned, but never let out a battery of expletives. Now, though, she felt the primal need to be fucked by a man she very much liked.
“Tell you what,” Simon said, “Let’s just sleep together to get it out of both of our systems. We’ll play it by ear. I didn’t come, um, prepared. I’m not a high-school kid who carries condoms in his wallet.”
“The Duane Reade’s open all night.”
“Let’s go there to get a toothbrush.”
And they got more than a toothbrush at Duane Reade. As they walked back, they realized they were holding hands and she put an arm through one of his. While they waited for a light to change to cross 94th Street, he whispered to her. “This is 100% in your hands,” and kissed her neck just as the light changed.
Much as she wanted him when they entered the apartment, she was now in heat for him and wondered whether there was an alley before she got to her brownstone where she could pull him, jack up her dress, and let him have her against a wall, her panties off and her legs straddling him as she impaled herself on him. It was a thought she never had before but one that suddenly materialized as they walked and her eyes scanned for such an alley.
There was none, and she quickened her pace. She had her keys out well before they got to her building and she was ready as they reached her apartment door. In a moment they were in and she was not wasting time kissing him in the foyer. She felt a need she never before imagined. And pulled him into her bedroom, tossing to the floor the dresses she tried but rejected and had left on the bed. She closed the blinds.
She sat on the bed and reached under her dress to pull her panties off as Simon was undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. The decision had been taken for both of them as they walked back and, truth be told, if Kate had found an alley Simon would have been more than willing and, he hoped, able to impale her against a wall oblivious to the world around them. So by the time he was standing in her bedroom watching her rip her panties off and throwing them on the floor, he was hard and dripping.
He pushed his shoes off and undid his pants and took them, his briefs, and his socks off. Neither wanted any preliminaries. Kate had flung her own shoes somewhere and had pulled her dress over her hips and was now lying half-naked in the middle of her bed. She ran her fingers through her inner folds beneath her slightly-trimmed pubic hair, inviting him.
Simon grabbed the Duane Reade bag, sending the toothbrush somewhere too, and ripped open the box and opened a condom and it was quickly on him. The spontaneity of what was happening was a first for them both.
“Fuck the dress. Get in me.” And with that invitation Simon was on the bed. He ran his own finger through Kate’s folds and was amazed at how damp she was. “I’m ready, and I can see you are too, so fuck me, Simon, fucking fuck me.”
He needed no more encouragement and soon he entered her and she felt a moment of fulfillment, and fillment if there is such a word, as he slowly leaned until their pelvises touched and she was fully impaled. He held himself there as he looked down on her. She gave him a sweet smile, an impassioned smile that this was sex but was something else, something more. Holding the gaze, he began to pull himself out and then slowly push back in. The only sounds above the traffic noises that seemed far away being their enhanced breathing, a squish from the condom gliding through her dampness, and the creak of a mattress getting a workout.
“Faster please.”
Kate raised her knees, her feet flat on the bed, and it allowed Simon to penetrate even deeper. He increased his tempo. He had always been a lover who concentrated on the woman he was fucking more than he did on himself and so had no concerns about coming too soon. Moans competed with the pair’s trying to catch their breaths as they increased their efforts. Simon moved his elbows so he could lower his head to Kate’s and as he approached, her mouth opened and her tongue emerged in an attempt to pull Simon’s mouth and Simon’s tongue into her.
All was bedlam at their hips as they struggled to breathe, a slapping sound arising as their bodies crashed together, Kate now animated in shoving herself up to meet Simon’s thrusts. He reached around and grabbed her ass cheeks and pounded her until she pushed his chest away so she could explode.