They sat in separate rooms working, but not getting much done; the constant IMs between them both a source of interruption and delight. Their new home was just that: a home. The kids were off at school, he was working remotely on a new project for a system upgrade, she on a new book that was going well.
Living together while the divorce was finalized was not what they wanted but finances demanded some concessions. The apartment was unusual in that it had 4 bedrooms and a sitting room off the master which she used as an office. He shared one of the bedrooms as his office and the family music room. It was crowded with keyboards, electric drums, guitars and amplifiers, but he had enough room for his laptop a small monitor and some writing space.
She was tired of writing and needed a break. The IM read, "Papi, do you want some lunch?"
He smiled and thought for a moment before he replied, "I'd love to eat lunch at the Y." When she read it a shiver ran through her body. It had been six months since the conversation that changed their lives. The thought of his face between her legs, his tongue probing her cunny, his teeth nibbling her clit, immediately made her oils flow thickly between her legs. She was wondering how he would do it this time. Would he simply lie between her legs? Would he have her sit in the chair, flip up her skirt and take her with his mouth? Would he lie on his back and let her kneel above her? Probably not! They had just rebuilt the headboard from the last time they used that position. That was the third time she had broken it while he did that. She wanted him badly!
He got up and walked into the living room. Since the kids were out he wore only a pair of heavy cotton shorts with a draw string and a Giants Super bowl t-shirt. He looked around to see a new angle to take her. He wandered into the kitchen and put the kettle on, time for some tea. As the kettle began to whistle, she wandered in wearing a sari like wrap. He hugged her gently loving how she towered over him, the 5 inch difference in height delighting him again. Tall, statuesque, glowing with that inner beauty that magnified her magnificent external features, he was lost in her love, lost in her in a way that he could not put into words. He felt the thickness of her torso and the softness of her breasts and immediately became erect. The thought that he had ever needed Viagra made him laugh out loud. It wasn't Viagra he needed, it was love. He hadn't refilled his prescription since the afternoon of their first visit to the Corset Shop.
He maneuvered her to the sink, grabbed her hair near the scalp, pulled her back and gently bit her neck. She shuddered and said, "Aye, Papi!" It was an exclamation of pleasure but also a reminder she had a presentation the next day in front of 15 or 20 people and since it was summer she couldn't wear a scarf to cover the marks. Inwardly he groaned with frustration because he loved to bite her but she was a public speaker who had to maintain a certain aura of majesty and innocence that emphasized rather than diminished her inherent sensuality.
He pulled her wrap up and touched her thighs, gently and lovingly, slowly moving his hands inexorably toward her sex. As he did so her body tensed in anticipation; she knew him well and movement this slow meant some level of disciplinary pain. What would he do? He gently touched her lips, squeezing them together, sliding his fingers along them vertically so gently, so slow that she forgot for a moment that she had spent a good part of the day yesterday teasing him about the mechanic who had worked on her car. Telling him how tall and muscular he was, how he had easily picked up the tool box from the cargo area as though it were a carton of milk. As he began to bring his hand upward toward her clit the pressure suddenly increased to the point of pain. Her eyes, which had been closed suddenly opened wide, her mouth gaped and her nipple screamed from the sudden, unanticipated bite that he applied. Her cunny gushed out a surge of oils and her mind went blank. Her body was aflame. In some way she didn't understand or care to understand how and why, her body responded to him of its own accord taking her mind out of the equation and on a journey of pure erotic pleasure.
He released her nipple and her sex almost instantly and gently kissed the neck he wanted to bite. He gently released the tie on the wrap and said, "I love you Eva." He knelt swiftly for a middle aged man and softly kissed her just above the left knee. There was no bite, no sucking of the flesh just gentle lips touching her. She marveled at how he would go from the most tender touch to something that would cause her bits of pain that jolted and thrilled her. He kissed his way up her thigh and as he neared the y, he paused and asked, "How's the car running Pet?"
