Showed in her room, she was in sweats and a shirt. Hair pulled up and socks on. Popcorn in hand watching Interview with the Vampire. She loved that movie, and she was determined to have a peaceful night of Annie RIce marathon before dozing off to dreamland.
She heard a knock at the door. Groaning, she got up to answer to a surprise she wasn't expecting at all.
"I wonder if Dave got there yet".
"No news is good news", Randy said while playing his Xbox.
"True. i wonder if those two are ever going to get married".
"Not my place to say. They have been through a lot. They finally got Paul to calm down, Emylee got over her hoe phase, and they mesh now".
"Really, as if you didn't hoe around…."
"I still do, just with my wife".
"I can't stand you", she laughed.
"You love me".
"Yeah I guess".
"Fuck me raw! I swear these dudes cheat".
"I mean could if you get off that damn game"
"Say less".
He shut off the game, and tackled Stephanie. She giggled as if this was new to her. She was always happy with his devotion to her. She wasn't the mogul, or boss with him. She was his girl. SImple as that. Just how she liked it.
Opening the door to Dave, he was in a grey shirt and track pants. Just him. No glam, glitz or perfection. Just a guy wanting to see his gal.
"Hey mama. I missed you/"
"Where are the kids? Everything ok? The twins ok? What happened?"
He grinned, and just kissed her to get her to stop talking. At that moment, she just melted in his arms.
"Can i come in?" as he pulled back. She nodded, and pulled him in.
"Sorry, mommy mode never turns off"
"It's why I'm here. FIrst it was I was horny as fuck, but I had time to think while I was on the plane. It's more than that. I missed us Em".
"I miss us too. We just stayed so busy, and it's not bad but just miss you".
"No other talk. Just us".
He kissed her again, and she matched his passion. This is what they needed. Pulling away, he played with her lips, and she grinned at his action.
"I need you Em", he whispered.
"I need you too"
She pulled his shirt off, and licked his chest, as he ran his hands through her hair. He let her hair down, and saw the black locks fall softly down her back. Backing to the bed, they continued to kiss. He tore her shirt off, exposing her sports bra.
"This gotta go".
"So do your pants".
Within five minutes, they were naked. They may have been older, but the skill of getting naked wasn't rusty at all. He wanted to enjoy every inch of her. They touched and teased each slowly. It was a rediscovering moment for them both. That moment where things are familiar yet new.
Laying back on the bed, it was a long gratifying makeout session that was overdue. She ran her hands all over his salt and pepper hair. She never actually realized how much she was turned on with his new older look until that very moment. His hands roamed down to her breast and mid-drift. He was amazed at how fair she was. It really didn't matter to him if she was thin or 300 pounds. She was always beautiful to him. Everything about her just radiated what he wanted from a life partner.
He pulled back to just look into her eyes. She opened her eyes wondering why he stopped, but then just looked back at him. They have been through so much, and it finally dawned on her she wanted to be nowhere else. It also dawned on her, she literally almost lost him because she didn't deal with her shit. Just in a moment, each one of them needed a wake up call. Bonus that they are naked and alone, but this was really needed.
"Horrible timing, but I want to talk first".
He put his head down and laughed, "I'm glad you said it, instead of me".
She laughed and covered her eyes in embarrassment. They sat up and covered themselves snuggled with each other. Normally at this point, she would have been bent over, and panting, or he would have been holding back from finishing too soon.
Instead they both felt like things needed to be said before they continued. She looked at her hand on his thigh, and grinned. He just watched her movement, trying to figure out how to ask her what was taking so long without being an asshole.
"Listen, I", they said at the same time.
"You go first".
"I'm ready".
"I mean I'm ready to go right now, you stopped", he grinned.
"No smart ass. I mean to get married. Listen, we've waited long enough, I've run long enough. The only reason I shouldn't get married is because I don't love you, which would be a lie".
"I want you to marry me when you are ready. Not because of anyone talking you into it".
"No one makes me do anything I don't want to do", she said looking at him.
"You're serious?"
"As your hard on", she laughed.
"Then you need to fix that, since you stopped my surprise visit hot mama".
"First, you need to tell me what you were going to say".
"I wanted to ask you that expensive ring on your finger, but I didn't want to be an asshole about it".
"I mean it's a valid question".
"I know, but I don't want to rush you either. Look I'm not going anywhere but…."
"But why don't you want to marry me?"
"As bad as this sounds, I had leaving issues. I walked before you could because anyone I tried to make things work left. Though my father didn't leave me per se, he's still gone physically. I thought I loved Paul, and he threw me away like an old toy. I met you and didn't know what it truly meant to unconditionally to be loved, or to put in the true work. After that, I had my hoe phase".
He cried in laughter.
"What?"
"I swear you, Randy, and John are too close".
"Alright, as Tim says, I was 'finding myself with the wrong people and wrong decisions'".
"That sounds better".
"I like Randy and John's philosophies better", she grinned, "seriously it was never about you. It was about me realizing I deserve the best, and punishing myself wasn't healthy. I needed to work at it, with you, if I truly wanted to stay happy. I also needed to grow the fuck up".
"Well…"
"If you want to continue, I suggest you don't finish that thought", she sat up.
"Then finish what you started".
"Me? Who flew out on a plane for pussy?"
"I guess in the case…."
He rolled back on top of her, and she giggled as he kissed her neck. Making his back to her mouth, he kissed her slowly. As he kissed her, he slowly entered her, and she moaned at the action. He moved inside slowly, as she matched her rhythm. Neither one wanted to move faster, it was enjoying the moment. He truly wanted to make love to her. Like the first time they were together. Though it got crazy after a certain point, he wanted to be different this time.
She wrapped her arms and legs around his body. Emylee, in her own way, wanted him to know he was hers. She wasn't leaving but he wasn't leaving either. He broke away and kissed down her neck, and her soft moans came out, as he loved about her. He loved hearing her. After a certain point she let go, and he slid down for round two. He tasted her like he never had before, and he missed every minute of it. One hand held onto the bed, and her other hand was on his head not letting him up. Just like he wanted it. She felt like she was cloud 9 but held back. She didn't want this end just yet.
"What do you want, baby".
"I want to ride you, daddy"
"I can't hear you".
"I want…. to….ride you".
He stopped and let her up. KIssing, she pushed him on the bed. Laying there, he waited on her next move. Those lonely porn filled nights definitely paid off. She mounted him in a cowgirl position, which he wasn't ready for but welcomed it. She sat down slowly, and he felt her deeper than before. Deep down, she was nervous, but the horniness took over, and she slowly rode him. The feeling he got from her, was ecstasy to him. Between it being so long, and something new, he didn't know how much longer he could hold out.
His grip on her waist was turning her on as well. His guiding her moments after a certain point while she rubbed her clit got her close too. It was a great gamble on her part. His grip got tighter and she knew he was extremely close.
"Come on Daddy", she whispered.
The grunting, and grip was so hard, it left bruised hand prints on her hips.
"Keep going baby, I want to feel you".
"Hold on", she whispered.
Leaning forward, she rode him faster, and it hit everything just the way she needed. He wanted her ass to go up and down so fast, that he had no choice to hold on. Busting that load was one thing, but for her to ride him and play with his balls while she got off, they were reaching orgasm levels. Only time he ever was like this with her was when she gave him really good head.
His hands were gripping onto her ass very tight. In which it made her continue to keep the pace. She hit the fourth pump and they both came hard. One could probably hear the scream down the hall, but neither of them cared at this point.
She got up, barely, and he just laid there. She barely rolled over. They just laid there out of breath. She was first to sit up, but in pain, because that grip was setting in.
:Well, looks like I'll need some spray foundation for a couple weeks, because I know I got bruises", she joked.
"Roll over", he said slowly sitting up.
He looked down at her lower half, and sure enough, all you could see is his hand prints.
"Vince is going to have my ass", he smirked.
"Not if I cover it up, Beside it was worth every pain I'll feel for a couple weeks".
They met each other in the middle of the bed. He kissed her softly.
"I'm damn near 50, you almost killed me with that".
"Best way to go", she said.
"I can't with you".
"You don't have a choice, because tomorrow, we are wedding planning. You are stuck with me, sir".
"That I am, and loving every minute of it".