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In the bedroom, Lorraine’s warm, strong husband sat reading against the headboard in his pajamas and it made her skin tingle to think about as she finished washing her face in the bathroom. He returned from his New York trip that morning with doughnuts for his wife and their ever-growing daughter. Lorraine was sure that he understood how much she missed him from the way she lingered when she kissed a smudge of chocolate from the corner of his mouth.
Judy had been invited to a friend’s house for the night. It meant Lorraine had allowed herself to stare and chew on her lip as much as she wanted while watching Ed crack open cans for dinner and roll his sleeves up to do the dishes.
She counted herself lucky that she was married to a man who could get her worked up so effortlessly, even pushing their mid-forties, and make her feel just as delighted with him as ever. Aging only meant they got to keep meeting for the first time over and over and over.
Lorraine patted her cheeks dry and switched off the bathroom light. Smiling at Ed with his book and pretty new reading glasses, she crawled up into his lap, letting him keep reading while she slipped into the gap between his arms and his torso so she could latch onto him, knees bent at his sides. She knew he would put his book aside when he finished his chapter. In the meantime, he pecked her cheek and mindlessly played with her hair.
Usually, Lorraine would weave her hair into a braid or low bun before bed, but she wanted him to pet her like this. She had missed his touch while he was away more than she usually did and she wanted him to stroke her, hold her, treat her like a precious, soft little star, worthy of all of his most dedicated attention.
She might have felt selfish for wishing such things if she didn’t know that he only ever wanted to give her that love.
Ed smelled like rain and sandalwood and Lorraine tucked her face into his neck to breathe him in. The day-or-two-old stubble on his jaw pressed rough on her cheekbone and her nerves somewhere in her lower back tingled. She shut her eyes and squeezed handfuls of the back of his shirt in her hands like a cat pawing at a pillow to get comfortable. She might have even purred a little when he let out a deep sigh, one arm around her tightening.
She felt his lips on her head when he finally set his book on his nightstand, glasses folded on top. He tucked her hair behind her ear so he could kiss the entire side of her face until she giggled. She arched her back a little, encouraging his hands further and further down.
He chuckled. “Mmm, what’s all this?” He gladly rubbed his hands up to her waist and back down to her ass, prettily clothed in her blue nightgown.
“Don’t play dumb, Ed.” Lorraine nipped at his throat. “With Judy out you couldn’t have expected me to politely curl up and go to sleep.”
“And God knows I wouldn’t want you to.” He looked her over with darkening eyes when she sat back enough for him to admire the front of her, as well. “It sounds like someone missed me.”
She hummed. Her fingertip circled the three buttons leading up to the collar of his T-shirt. “You have no idea.”
“Oh, really? Well, now I need details.” He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her in the goofy way that made her tip her head back and laugh.
After the laughter came the burning of her cheeks as she kept playing with the buttons and whispered, as if a priest or youth group mother would overhear, how she laid in bed here last night and opened up her legs to let her memorized images of him kiss and rub and tongue at her, her own two fingers spreading slickness and tugging on her nerves. She knew her face flushed bright red when she told him how she imagined his cock in place of her fingers, dipped desperately inside herself.
Ed took hold of her right hand and feigned surprise as he said, “With these fingers?” He flattened their hands against each other, knowing exactly what he was doing to her as he emphasized the size of his own compared to hers. “I’m impressed.”
“Well,” Lorraine shifted her hips over his, “it wasn’t quite enough, anyway.”
He pouted, teasing her. “Poor thing. How on earth did you manage?” His hands slid up to her ribcage so that his thumbs could stroke teasingly over her nipples, knowing the littleness of the touch would make her crumble.
Feeling like an overwhelmed virgin all over again, Lorraine leaned in close to him so she didn’t have to look him in the eyes as she murmured, “With your pillow between my legs.”
Ed was silent, but she felt the tensing of his hands, fingers flexing in the flesh of her sides and her breasts as his mind flooded with the sights and sounds of the image. She heard his low, rumbly sigh right in her ear. She knew he was already itching to call her a good girl .
His hips lifted the slightest bit against hers, insisting with restraint that she feel his yearning for her, too. She felt warm everywhere he touched her. Part of her thought she could wrap her arms tightly around him and go to sleep just like this, bodies firm against each other, resting with the pleasure of contact and closeness.
But then, against her throat, Ed’s voice said, “Show me.”
She straightened, meeting his eyes, deep and lustful.
He kissed her shoulder. He brought his hands up to cup her cheeks, tender, pressing a kiss to her nose. “Show me how you made yourself feel good.”
Watching her face light up adorably pink, Ed cradled her carefully and leaned onto his side to lay her on her back, head on her pillow. Lorraine smiled. He looked pretty, his face above hers, eyes sparkling before he kissed her and pulled suddenly very far away.
He settled at the foot of the bed, legs half-crossed, gaze firm on hers as if confirming for her that he was serious. She felt a rush of heat burn in her pussy beneath her panties and she squirmed out of them, her nerves and flesh desperate to breathe, to have all the space under the skirt of her nightgown to throb until she would give in and touch herself there.
She bent her knee, breath already unsteady. Her fingers pinched at a nipple while she pulled her skirt up to her hips, granting Ed a delicious view of herself in the process.
She kept her eyes on his – either for arousal or for security, or both – and slid her right hand down her front until her fingertips dipped into the wet softness between her thighs. It made her moan quietly, involuntarily, suddenly feeling entirely needy for touch all over. Her gaze flickered to Ed’s consistently-tightening pajama pants. She saw him smirk – he knew her mind was swimming with filthy things and he was proud to be all of them.
The side of her thumb stroked lightly over her clit. A tiny sensation that made her clench her teeth, suppressing a hiss. Instead, she arched her back a little to press her hips against her hand, earning her fingertips grazing against her entrance again and the contraction of muscles inside her.
Lorraine’s eyes slid back down to Ed’s lap. He had his cock, thick and clothed in flannel, gathered in his fist tightly enough that little could be left to the imagination. Every inch of her flushed and her stomach fluttered and she couldn’t resist the vivid thought of him inside her, deep enough to have her mindlessly at his mercy.
She made a pathetic whimpering noise in the back of her throat. She pressed her fingers into herself the same way she did the night before, core tightening to resist the urge to twist and jerk to find the right angle. Her other hand flexed in bunches of the sheets. Ed’s eyes on hers encouraged her on, his little smile almost taunting her, as if daring her to manage to make herself come all on her own.
She remembered how desperately needy she had felt the previous night with this same image of him in her head, nerves and muscles searing in the way they did when everything in her brain and body wanted him. She curled her fingers over and over into herself. It felt good enough to make her moan, but she still fought the smallness of her hands.
Involuntarily, her hips jerked and she whined. It was a strained, high-pitched noise that cut through the room and lit Ed’s eyes up with something deliciously possessive.
Lorraine was too caught in her eagerness to notice him getting closer to her until his hand was on her wrist. He pulled her hand away from her cunt, eyes firm on hers. Her wide blue eyes gazed up at him.
Be good.
Ed held her palm. On his knees between her legs, he brought her slick fingers to his lips and sucked them clean. He knew the heat of his mouth would flood her brain with all the tingling oxytocin that made her feel warm and hazy and beautiful.
She hadn’t quite recovered when she suddenly felt his own two fingers slide into her.
Gasping, her back arched and she grabbed at his shoulders. “Oh – Ed –- ”
His tongue laved against her throat. He got to hear her ragged gasps and sighs. He had missed having her under him like this – trembling, whining, vocal chords stuttering with the overwhelm of everything he was doing to her.
A harsh contrast to the desperately clumsy way she had just been grinding against her own hand, Ed fingered her slowly and thoughtfully with the practiced artistry that only decades of practice could bring. He massaged the nerves behind her clit with precise pressure and teasing gentleness.
The tiny trembles of her knee around his hip made him delirious. A little droplet of slickness gathered under his knuckle.
“You’re gonna make a mess,” he murmured in her ear.
Lorraine squirmed, part of her head shocked by his candor and the other too flooded with euphoria to even think about it. "Oh – Not my fault –”
He cut her off by ducking his head to her breast, breathing hot on her over the thin cotton of her nightgown before kissing the peak of her nipple. Even he lacked the patience to tease her; he dragged down the loose neckline and covered her soft flesh with his mouth.
She gasped and whimpered in a way that made him grip her all the tighter, his fingers inside her pressing hard, his tongue rolling over her nipple assertively.
“Ed –” She panted his name, voice weak and shaking, one hand gripping the edge of her pillow and the other flexing in his hair.
“Hmm?” He kissed her nipple, then her collarbone, her chin, and her lips. “Tell me what you want, baby.” Distracted by the warmth and sweetness of her hair, he buried kisses in it, to the rhythm of his fingers in her cunt, murmuring so slowly, “My baby, baby, baby…”
Lorraine could barely think coherently enough to reach down for the waistband of his pants. She was breathing too hard to speak.
She could have swooned as Ed smiled at her and caressed her cheek so softly with his thumb. He lingered over little freckles.
“Do you want it?”
Lorraine nodded. Finding her voice, she whispered, “Yes, honey. Please.”
She knew it delighted him to hear her beg. He loved to know how badly she wanted him, how desperately she wanted to be touched and kissed and fucked and praised for feeling so good. Sometimes it prompted her to think of the very first few times he ever made her come – when they clumsily used each other’s sensitive bodies to steam up the windows of Ed’s car, parked in the far corner of the A&P parking lot. He always wanted to hear her, even if she was merely shuddering quietly in his ear.
Ed kicked away his pants and her hand found his erection instantly. He slid his hands up her hips and stomach and tits and taunted, “A bit better than that pillow, huh?” He pecked her lips. “I don’t think you’re in any state to be riding anything, though.”
“God.” Lorraine felt his cock on her hip when he leaned in to suck on her neck. Heavy and warm, making something deep inside her ache sharply.
She needed him to fuck her if he wasn’t going to let her do it herself.
Ed sat back on his heels and reached for her. “Come here.” He lifted her easily into his lap, wanting to hold her close, wanting to see the pink swells of her breasts like this, slippery from his mouth. Her nightgown was uselessly bunched around her waist, sleeves sliding down her shoulders, hair a mess.
He held her face again and kissed her flushed cheeks. “So pretty. You’re so pretty.”
Half an accident, she pressed herself against his cock, moaning suddenly at the contact. She felt her clit throb against him, the flesh and nerves begging to rub and rub against anything until she could come.
She fell half-limp against him as he cooed mind-numbing things to her, massaging her back and ass and thighs while telling her everything beautiful about her hair and her tits and her cunt and her eyes and rendering her incapable of thinking anything but how badly she needed him.
Sounding incredibly unlike herself, Lorraine clawed at the back of Ed’s shirt and whined, “Please, honey, I – oh, God –-”
He soothed her with a kiss to her shoulder. “Lift your hips a little, hon.”
So gently, he pressed on her hip to help her settle and fill herself with him. His other hand rubbed at her low belly, a reminder of his presence inside her, ensuring she felt every inch.
She exhaled loud and rough in his ear. She tightened her arms around him, sighing softly – there was such comfort in feeling him fit himself inside her, making her whole, making them as close as they can be.
He tucked her hair behind her ear. “How’s that, baby?”
She had to catch her breath amid the perfect tingling deep inside her. “It’s so good.” Her aroused flesh burned red hot around him and she panted against his neck. “It’s good, you feel so good…” Her voice lowered as she adjusted to him – no longer high and thin and needy but pleasured and heady and pooling in Ed’s clavicle.
She would have been perfectly content to simply sit like this in his arms, soaking him, if she wasn’t so worked up. She needed friction. His hands on her hips moved her so gently over him.
Lorraine leaned her forehead against his temple. Comforting warmth spread all the way up into her chest. Being so impossibly close – even after just a weekend apart – reminded her of how much peace she felt when he held her.
Gradually, Ed picked up his pace, reaching a rhythm that made her choke on a whimper.
Against his cheek, she begged, “Kiss me. Please.”
His hand cradled the back of her head and he gazed into her glistening eyes for a moment before obliging. Lorraine melted against him; his lips were soft and she had missed kissing him while he was away. It felt good to have him so close, their quiet shuddering gasps mixing between wet kisses.
She made a surprised little noise when he squeezed her thighs and pulled her flush against him, pressing her clit suddenly against his pelvis. She giggled and smiled at him, eyes hooded and hazy. She saw something spark in his gaze and then felt his hand on her back, big and steady.
She knew what he was wanting to do with her and she nodded eagerly and peppered his cheek with kisses.
Ed laughed, breathy and low, and Lorraine thought she might swoon. He kissed her shoulder. “I missed you too, honey.”
He pulled out of her and cradled her head in his other hand while lowering her back onto the linens. He stroked her cheek with his thumb, smiling down at her, feeling fondness and pride that he had managed to work her into the sweet spot just beyond wildly horny where warm euphoria coursed through her every time he touched her. She felt his lips and tongue on her jaw and throat and breasts and then his tender kisses down her belly. She felt his breath against her pussy and then his mouth. He desperately wanted to taste her, just for a moment, and she felt the buzz in her nerves when he hummed with satisfaction.
Lorraine managed to look down at him just as he kissed her clit and grinned, eyes on hers. Up on his knees, he held her thighs in his hands, thumbs rubbing sweet little circles on her skin.
He leaned down, kissed her under her ear, and whispered, “How do you want it?”
Years of hearing the question hadn’t changed the fact that her tummy still jumped a little when he asked it. She combed her fingers through his hair and took in a deep breath, composing her short-circuiting mind enough to put together a response.
Against his cheek, she breathed, “I want you to make me be loud.”
“Hmm.” Ed tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Not much of a challenge, is it?”
Lorraine let her head fall back to her pillow and she laughed. She pulled him in to kiss him. “You better pass with flying colors, then.”
Ed smiled against her lips, chest so warm with the desperate need to make her feel good. He kept their lips pressed together while he aligned their hips and pressed back into her, little by little, feeling her muscles tense and then melt once he was buried back inside her.
He sat back on his calves and lifted her hips just enough to wedge a pillow underneath her to keep her lower back from cramping. Rocking into her slowly, he warmed her up again. She held his hand against her sternum. His cock made her feel so full and warm at this angle and she closed her eyes to focus on the sensitivity, the smooth and intoxicating flood of heat through her abdomen and to the tips of her fingers. She squeezed Ed’s hand tight.
Ed maintained his controlled pace for as long as he could, until Lorraine scrunched up her nose and tightened her knees around him, softly moaning on the edge of needing more. He looked from her face to where he was sliding in and out of her and he pulled back swiftly before rocketing into her again.
“Oh, God -– ” Hands scrambling to grip his hand and the corner of her pillow, she yelped and her core shook, eyes suddenly wide open to look up into his, big and blue and desperate. She was willingly and eagerly surrendering to his expert skill with her body and everything that made her fall apart.
Ed lifted her hand and kissed it. With his other hand, he cupped her cheek and stroked his thumb along her lip.
“So pretty.” His voice was dark and quiet, like he was overwhelmed with what she was doing to him just by lying there like this.
He thrust into her firmly again and watched her head tilt back, her hands messily grasping for him, anywhere she could find him. She grabbed his wrist and twisted her fingers in his to press his hand against her lower belly. The hand on her cheek soothed her between the electric shocks of pleasure against her nerves. He spaced them out, letting her pant for a few moments before thrusting again and listening to her squeak every time.
Into her hair, Ed murmured gentle little things. He told her how much he loved her, how much he loved making her feel so good, how lucky he was to be able to do this for her.
Lorraine pulled him close. She hooked her arm around his neck. Weakly, she trembled out, “Please.”
Ed nuzzled her cheek. “What do you need, baby?”
“More,” she gasped. “I need – I need to come, please.”
As much as he wanted to tease her, he knew he had been dangling her over the edge all night, even before she joined him in bed. If the growing puddle on the pillow beneath her hips was any indication, she wasn’t lying about what she needed from him.
He exhaled, a low growl in her ear, and the jolt of arousal that shot through her core made her lurch to lift her hips closer to his, desperate for him to move, to give her what she wanted.
She gasped loudly when he thrust into her suddenly, but this time, he didn’t let up.
“My girl,” Ed sighed against her temple. “My girl, my love, so pretty, pretty girl.” He moaned it softly over and over, sending tingling sparks down her back to melt into her core.
Lorraine reminded herself that the house was empty and she could let herself be as loud as she had begged him to make her. She let her strained moans and overwhelmed mewls fill every corner of the room. Ed braced himself over her on his forearm and held her head in his hand, keeping her comfortable amidst her jerks and trembles. She clenched her teeth and her eyes wavered.
Staying close to her, he kissed her cheekbone. In a stark contrast to the sharp movement of his hips, he tenderly murmured, “Are you gonna cry?”
Lorraine nodded, humming a high-pitched affirmative while her hands scrambled at his back and the bedsheets. She couldn’t help it. Each sensation he provided her saturated her nerves and tore apart any ounce of control she had, and it was safe. The tiny tears that swelled and rolled from her eyelashes meant she knew she was entirely secure in his care, surrounded and filled and loved by him so purely.
The sight of the mess that he had made her – eyes watery, throat straining, cunt soaked and hot – made him swallow hard to push away his own throbbing, just for a few more minutes. Her noises right in his ear were harder to ignore, lilting and needy and encouraging him to get her there.
She felt his hand gently brush through her hair and then heard his rough voice, assuring her, My baby, my baby, I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you.
And then his fingers were on her clit and her lungs expelled all their air in the shuddering cry that didn’t stop. She didn’t feel her legs shaking or her fingernails digging into Ed’s shoulder. Her pelvic muscles grasped at every inch of him like she was begging him to stay, take her just a little higher, right there, right there, yes yes yes –-
She clung to him tightly as every piece of her shattered apart, tucking her face into the protection of his neck, gripping fistfuls of his shirt and his hair. Even when he made her lose all control over herself, he was the warmest and strongest and safest place to be.
The wave of her orgasm crashed through her core and up through her throat with a sudden, shocked wail. In the same moment her body jerked, knees wobbling, tightening muscles making her curl tighter into Ed’s steady presence over her. The blinding white heat overwhelmed her. She only centered back into her body when she heard his ragged exhales, growing louder against her cheek.
In a high-pitched gasp, Lorraine managed to stutter out, "Please –-”
Ed squeezed her hip and swore before lifting his head enough to press his lips to hers and give her what she wanted. He kissed her as he came, groaning in the back of his throat, finally letting himself give in to the rhythmic tensing of her muscles around him. He thought her lips against his was the most precious feeling in the world.
“God.” His breath was hot and rich on her cheek and Lorraine anchored herself to it while her vision regained its focus. Panting, with no conscious control over her hands, she tangled her fingers up in his hair. He caught his breath against her neck. She held him close.
Pressing half-hearted little kisses to his temple, she bathed in the wave that washed over her, warm and calm and sleepy in the way that made her want to wrap her arms around him and curl up so close to him forever.
"Damn." Once he could get the words out, he whispered, “One weekend without sex really does something to you, huh?”
“Shh.” She patted his head. She smiled into his hair.
—
They cleaned themselves up in the bathroom and by the time Ed emerged, T-shirt off but pajama pants back on, Lorraine was comfortably lying on her front with her arms around her pillow. She hummed as he settled beside her. Eyes closed, lashes delicate, hair draped across her bare shoulders like a blanket. She had tossed her nightgown to the side. Her nakedness glowed softly in the navy of the room after he turned out the light.
Ed touched his fingertips to her spine. He drifted up from her lower back, between her shoulder blades to the back of her neck, and he planted a kiss to the top of her head. The soft lavender in her hair smelled like home.
“Come here,” he whispered, maybe not even loud enough for her to hear, as he laid beside her and reached for her waist. She gratefully let him gather her against him, around him, her arm tumbling across his stomach while she rubbed her cheek against his chest to get comfortable. He tenderly held the back of her head for a moment.
Hidden in an exhale, Lorraine murmured, “You feel so good.”
Ed kissed her forehead and let his lips stay there. He pulled the duvet up to cover her shoulders, protecting all her warmth.