An Unexpected Getaway With a Younger Man
"I feel him blazing a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him."
As Dax shuts the door and turns to face me, it's funny to see both of us acting shy all of a sudden, like two teens caught doing something they weren't supposed to and were now alone again.
"So where were we?" he asks and this time, I don't hesitate.
I walk up to him and run my hand along his bearded cheek. I was never into bearded men — or so I thought.
"We were here." I kiss him again, more boldly this time. I want Dax, and I'm tired of pretending that I don't, even when I honestly have no idea what to do next as I slide my hands under his shirt, feeling the taut muscles underneath. It's been forever since I've been with a man, but I don't want to think about that.
It's just been too long.
When I tug his shirt, he doesn't need any more hints as to what I want to do next. Dax pulls off his shirt, tossing it onto the bench just by the door before pulling me toward him. His hands cradle my face as he looks at me — really looks at me — like he's drinking me in. I love the way he devours me with his eyes, and when he kisses me hungrily, it's all teeth and tongue, as if the time for dancing around each other has finally run out.
I let go of all thought and let my body take over. When he squeezes my breast through my shirt, his thumb pressing on my nipple, I gasp. Dax pulls the elastic from my ponytail and weaves his fingers through my hair. His mouth leaves my lips, and I feel him blazing a trail of kisses down my neck, his hand pulling my head back, exposing my neck to him. When he finds the sensitive spot behind my ear, I gasp and dig my fingers into the skin of his shoulders. Suddenly Dax pulls away.
"What?" I ask, dazed.
"Not here," he says, holding my hand and we walk to the master bedroom. As we enter, our bodies are swathed in various shades of red from the adobe walls that glitter in portions from the mica embedded within. It's my favorite room in the house, and I've read three books while lying on this king-sized bed since I've been here, the room remaining cool as the outside temps soar during the day.
Dax stops in front of the bed and faces me again. Another kiss, this time accompanied by a nibble of my lower lip. He helps me unbutton my top and push down my lounge pants. He takes his time, savoring every bit of skin he comes across with a nip here and a suck there, and before long, I'm pushing him down on the bed, my impatience getting the better of me.
I unbutton his jeans and pull them off, along with his boxer briefs, to reveal him all naked on the bed before me. For a few moments, I just stare at him, my throat suddenly dry. He's absolutely beautiful, and all I can think is how perfectly the term "tall, dark, and handsome" applies to him. I can name every muscle along his torso as he props himself up on his elbows to watch me, and I bite my lower lip as I let my gaze drift lower and stay there. I catch my breath, my cheeks burning. As his erection stands in attention, I realize that I've only been with one man — until now.
"Come here," Dax murmurs, reaching for my hand and pulling me down to the bed next to him. His gaze travels down my body, and I vainly cover myself with my arms.
Why am I suddenly feeling shy? I'm supposed to be a Louise, damn it! But then, wasn't it Thelma who had that wild night with the cute guy?
So just be a Thelma and stop worrying about it.
"Harlow, we don't have to go through with it if you're not comfortable."
"But I am comfortable," I say almost angrily, before Dax kisses me again. And for the next few minutes, that's all he does — kissing me tenderly and calming the inner turmoil that's long simmered down. Then he sits up and reaches for his jeans, pulling out a condom packet from his wallet.
The sight of a condom makes me blush even more, only because it's been a long time since I've needed to use one. Jeff and I were trying to get pregnant then, not avoid it.
"You might need a few of those," I blurt out before I can stop myself and hide my face against his chest as he lies back down on his side next to me. "Oh, god, I can't believe I just said that."
"Don't worry, because we will need a few of them before the day is over," Dax says, pushing me down onto my back as he trails long, lazy kisses down my neck and breasts and my belly. Then he positions himself between my legs. No one has ever kissed me down there, but I'm also not about to stop him.
"But I also like taking my time," Dax continues as he dips his head between my thighs and flattens his tongue against my slick folds, moaning in appreciation. "And with you, Harlow, that's all I want to do."
(The blog has not been edited by Team Kamuklife & originally appeared at Cosmopolitan.com)