The Other Other Woman (31 page)

We got our few items of missing clothing back on, he patted his hair back down, and we headed out of the hotel. He knew I was a terrible driver so right away he offered to drive. At the time, I had minivan, which was mammoth in size. It seemed like a good idea a few years ago when I was having my second child, but now it was seriously cramping my up-and-coming MILF lifestyle. Although Matt and I often joked about getting it on with all those seats folded down in the back. “If this van’s a’rockin’, don’t come a’knockin’…”

This was the first time I had ever been in his BMW. It was kind of cluttered, actually. Knowing he was so meticulous about his appearance, I was sort of happy to see his car was a hot mess because I had car cleaning deficiencies of my own. His racing bike, with the wheels off, was taking up the entire back seat.

We stopped in at Liberty Oak over in the historic area of town. He ordered a cheese plate and a bottle of Pinot, and we sat there for a while talking and laughing like we always did when we were together. But this time we were out in a restaurant alone, just the two of us. I could hold his hand across the table… and I did. I could brush my leg up next to him… and I did. I could gaze at him lovingly with my best bedroom eyes… and I did. I could drink half a bottle of wine very quickly on a mostly empty stomach… and, boy did I. It was just so nice, a leisurely lunch filled with those simple little moments that other people take for granted every day. As I sat across from him, smiling like a fool, I wondered if he appreciated them as much as I did. It was at that moment that he grabbed my hand and tenderly kissed the back of it, so maybe he did. I excused myself to the ladies room and when I returned he was paying the bill and was ready to go.

We were in a very quaint part of town, so we drove around for a few minutes checking out the area. As much as I wanted to get back to the hotel, I found myself completely content to just sit there and listen to the sound of his sweet southern voice as we took in the sights. I ran my fingers along the back of his head as he drove, his hand placed gently on my thigh for the ride back.

At the hotel, I grabbed some of my shopping bags out of my car so I could show him what I had purchased, hoping to wear some of it later for dinner. Then we went back inside the room. I set my bags down on the nearest bed and sat on the opposite one. He followed soon after, sitting next to me and hoisting my legs up into his lap, removing my sandals and massaging my feet, which he knew was the fastest way to my heart. Lord knows I didn’t want to touch anyone else’s jacked up feet, but I was more than happy to offer mine up for some rubbing to anyone, anywhere. I’m not sure if I ever did touch his feet, but if I did, that was some true love right there.

He continued to rub my feet for a few minutes while I lay back against the pillows giggling, partly because it tickled, and partly because I was still a little buzzed. I was in absolute heaven. I tossed my head back, ooohing and ahhhing over how fantastic and firm his hands felt against my skin. That man knew how to use his hands. Suddenly, I felt a soft set of lips gently kissing the tops of my feet followed by the inside of my ankle. His hands massaged the backs of my calves as he covered my lower legs with kisses, stopping every few seconds to lock his eyes on mine to make sure I was paying attention. I most definitely was… now. He traveled slowly upward, gripping my knees as he crawled between them, kissing and brushing his tongue lightly over my thighs, which tensed and started to tremble as his face got closer and closer to where I wanted so desperately for him to be. My eyes grew as big as saucers as he pushed my skirt up past my hips, and I really thought he was going to go for it. But instead he stopped and rested his head for a moment, in the apex of my thighs, his hot breath bouncing off of my skin while I just waited and waited. He was teasing me. He smiled knowingly as he rubbed me gently over the top of my lacey underwear, creating a wet spot through the satin material under his fingers, watching me as I writhed underneath him, begging for it. “Baby… Please…”

He continued moving his entire body higher, almost climbing me, running his hands under the seam of my shirt and lifting it over my head, pinning the sleeves above me with my arms still in them just long enough to drive me absolutely wild. The idea of being just a little bit trapped underneath his delectable smelling body like that was so incredibly sexy to me.

“Well, hello,” he said, so pleased with himself, as he finally reached my face. He combed his fingers through my hair and kissed me with such delicious slowness that I forgave him instantly for not putting his mouth on me moments before. If he had, I wouldn’t have been able to kiss him quite like that, and that would have been a damn shame because I loved kissing him so much.

“Good afternoon, sir,” I responded, staring longingly into those beautifully lashed brown eyes of his. He flashed me a cocky grin as he came in for another kiss. He sucked in his breath and pressed against me more forcefully this time, wrapping one hand around my neck and holding my mouth tightly against his as he thrust his heated tongue into mine over and over again. I attempted to get his shirt unbuttoned at the same time but lost all sense of coordination from his deepening kiss. I broke away from his lips, clung to him around his shoulders, and began to kiss the entire side of his face, chewing on his earlobe for just a moment before murmuring, “Matt, don’t make me wait anymore. I need you so bad right now, baby…” He softly uttered my name and turned his head to meet my mouth again. I finally managed to get his shirt unbuttoned and pushed it down his arms. My concern that we might have a repeat of the trouble earlier was quickly put to rest as he grabbed my ass and pulled me into him; this time he was nearly busting out of his jeans. I guess he knew what he was getting into with that whole foot rubbing business.

Clothes began flying everywhere. I had matched my underwear as I always did for him, but we were suddenly in such a frantic hurry to fuck each other that I don’t think he even noticed. The race was on to see who could get the other person completely naked first. He won. He unhooked my bra and pulled it off then yanked my skirt and underwear down off my legs in one smooth motion before I could even get near his pants. He stood up and very quickly pulled his T-shirt over his head and kicked his jeans and boxers to the floor, climbing back on his knees toward the middle of the mattress where he had laid me out. He positioned himself perfectly between my thighs, leaning down on top of me to cup both of my breasts with his hands and knead them firmly, twisting my nipples with his fingers and sucking them with such voracity that it took my breath away. I could feel the hard shaft of his naked cock rubbing rhythmically against me with such intense friction; I nearly lost all sense of control before he even entered me, just from the exquisite feel of his skin on mine.

He sat up to reach for a condom, tore it open, and started to put it on before I had time to process what was happening. I just looked up at him and smiled, “Hey, Mattie… I’m on the pill now.” He furrowed his brow and puckered his lips as if he wasn’t sure he comprehended what I was telling him for a second. He then declared “Oh! Well, we don’t need this, then!” as he pulled it off and chucked it over his shoulder.

He aligned the blunt tip of his cock against my opening and slid into me so carefully, so painstakingly slowly, it was almost torturous, as if he was afraid we would both burst into flames at any moment. I immediately arched my back and cried “OH GOD, MATT!” as my body expanded around him, begging him to go deeper. He eased my legs back as he withdrew slightly and then, grabbing my knees, plunged himself into me with the full force of his hips, causing us both to shudder with pleasure.

“Ohhh, Mallory, you feel so good, baby,” he moaned. I wound my legs around him tightly and his hands locked my hips in place, so much so that his fingers left indentations as he used them to brace himself into a slow, steady rhythm of powerful thrusts. Having no condom between us heightened every sensation for us both, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before he would take me over the edge. Our bodies completely merged together, we rocked against each other, every push from him making me cry out in ecstasy, so often, that I apologized to him for being so loud.

“I’m sorry, baby, it’s just so good, I can’t take it…”

“Oh God, Mal, please don’t stop telling me that.” He slowed to kiss me, “I love it when you talk to me, baby. Here–come up here…” he said and gently lifted us both upright, my legs still wrapped around him as he kneeled on the bed. He weaved his arms up under mine, his hands running up through my hair, now dripping with sweat. He held my head prisoner against his delicious lips, sliding his tongue in and out of me like he was fucking my mouth in the same rhythm as he penetrated me below. I couldn’t scream because his lips were still covering mine, but he could feel the vibration of my moans filling his mouth. He took his lips away to spread kisses down my neck, shoulders, and chest, just before withdrawing himself from my body, leaving me aching for more. But his absence was short-lived, as he grabbed my hips and flipped me over carefully, re-entering me from behind, pulling me down tight against him with his arms around my waist.

I lifted my entire back against his chest, laying my head back with my sweat-drenched hair over his shoulder as he resumed thrusting. He reached around me and held me there, his forearms resting on my pelvic bone while both of his hands ran over me, back and forth across my clit, while he thrust harder, faster, deeper. I felt like I was descending into madness and cried out “Ohhh, right there… Oh God, harder right there, baby!” Just after I heard his moan and felt him push, I completely lost control with every muscle in my body clamping down around him. As the waves of bliss hit me, I grabbed his thighs, squeezing with everything I had, finally collapsing against his chest. He gently kissed the side of my face. My cheeks were still burning up from sweat and tears and my ears were still pounding, but I knew he liked to be on top. So after I was able to catch my breath, I suggested we lie back down. He seemed relieved, and almost as exhausted as I was.

We stopped briefly as I lay back down. I slid my hands up under his ears and pulled him back down on top of me.

“You still okay, sweetie?” he asked as we lay there kissing, chest to chest, his cock resting comfortably against my stomach where I was able to reach down and stroke him.

“I’m great. Give me more… please…”

He shifted downward and lifted my legs up, slipping into me inch by gorgeous inch as I cried, “Oh, Gooood!” until he was all the way inside me once again. I could never get enough of that feeling. He started to make love to me again very slowly, very sweetly, very passionately, covering me with kisses, stroking his hands up and down my legs, and taking it very easy on me while I recovered from my previous orgasm. I brushed my lips all over his chest and I could have stayed there forever, but I knew he was getting tired and needed to finish. He looked to me for cues and before long I was feeling that familiar stir deep down in my belly. “Matt, harder, baby, harder please…” I begged him. He increased the pressure. “A little faster, baby, faster… please…” and he thrust faster. “Right there… just like that.” He gave me everything he had left, and I could feel my body starting to clench up, much like his jaw was when I gazed up at his face. He was ready. “Oh God… don’t stop… stay inside me, baby… please don’t stop…”

As I reached up and grabbed his nipple with my lips, the increase in his thrusts overcame me. I arched my back and surrendered myself to another dizzying climax, this time feeling him lurch and a sudden burst of hot liquid pleasure rippling deep inside of me. I was only faintly able to make out his groan, “Yes… Yes… YESSSSSSS” over the buzzing in my own ears.

He crumpled into a heap on top of me, and we wound ourselves around each other, both of us slippery with sweat. We remained in that spot with our eyes closed, half dozing while silently enjoying the comfort of each other’s warmth. I kissed him on the side of the face by his ear and kept going around to his cheeks, nose and lips. His skin tasted so warm and salty sweet from perspiration. I got a good look at his hair and started laughing. It was a hopeless wreck now. I tried to smooth it out for him, but I was just making it worse. “You may have to cut those dreads, now, babe.”

“Not until I get a ponytail.”

“Not even dignifying that with an answer,” I responded, shaking my head. “What shall we do now, Mr. Wynne?”

“Well, I guess we should maybe get cleaned up and start thinking about dinner.”

I leaned over to kiss him and whispered, giggling, “I don’t know how to break it to you, but I think we missed the early bird special.”

“Haha, funny girl, where would you like to go? Any ideas? What do you feel like?”

“Well, I tried to look around on my phone this morning for some dinner places, and aside from about one million coffee shops, everything kept coming back to this place called Table 16. I think I saw the sign for it over in that same area where we had lunch. All the reviews were like ‘Don’t bother with this place or that, just go to Table 16 instead.’”

“You want to go there?”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind looking at the menu. I think it’s a nicer place, steak and fish. Unless you want Italian or something else…”

“I want whatever you want, sweetie. I’m not picky. There were a lot of other places around that same area so let’s go check it out.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

I chose not to mention that it was rated the best but also the “Most Expensive Restaurant” in Greensboro.

He got up out of bed and went over to the table to check his phone. I had wanted a picture of him naked for some time, so I saw an opportunity and took it while he had his back to me. He didn’t notice, so I didn’t tell him. We showered and I put on a tank top because I wasn’t sure what I was wearing just yet. I was sitting on the floor and out of the corner of my eye I caught him staring at me. He must have thought he hurt my feelings a little earlier because he crouched down next to me. “Your boobs still look gorgeous. Especially in that tank top,” he said, smiling and tenderly kissing my forehead.