Realization lit up his face as she watched him. A softness appeared there also. Her body warmed to the man even more.
“I appreciate your words, Mrs.…”
“Do not call me Mrs. Jennings again, Glen Slater,” she reprimanded. “We’ve made too much progress today. Friends call each other by their first names.”
Breathing in deeply, she knew he caught the scent of jasmine that surrounded her. “Victoria,” he said, surprising her with the huskiness in his voice that seeped into her girly parts.
Steel blue eyes turned dark at the lone word that escaped his lips. She had seen his arousal earlier and it thrilled her that she had caused that. John was going to be the only man for her, even after he had passed away. That changed about a year after he had died when she knew she was too young to not continue to live. Then, when she saw Glen today and had viewed him in his moment of grief, she knew what she wanted.
Disbelief filled her when she watched him begin to lower his head toward hers. There were times in the past couple of years that she had sat and watched him while she was in the diner. She didn’t know what attracted her to him, but she was.
The times she had nearly begged him to be the town Santa at the special events, she had been trying to break through the massive wall he had constructed around him. He had always turned her down, but she wasn’t going to give up. She would ask again this year, but she hoped there was something more between the two of them besides a friendship.
When he had called her sweetheart earlier, her heart had done a somersault before elation set in. She thought everything was going well until he was looking at the movies. Had a title set him off? Then he tried to leave, saying he was dirty. She didn’t understand.
He stopped abruptly and sadness appeared on his face. His back straightened quickly. “No, really, Victoria. I’m dirty. Look at my clothes. I need to go home.”
Staring into his eyes, she couldn’t believe what she had just heard him say. That’s what he meant?
Tossing her head back, she let herself laugh. The laughter overcame her and soon tears were streaming down her cheeks. When she doubled over, one of her arms clutching her waist, she heard Glen clear his throat.
It took a few more moments of trying to get her merriment under control. Once she rid herself of it, she wiped the tears from her cheeks and found Glen tapping his foot and irritation written on his face.
“Are you done?” he asked quietly.
Victoria took his hand and led the reluctant man back into the great room. She motioned for him to sit in the recliner where he was supposed to before.
Kneeling before him, she felt a bit ashamed of laughing at him. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t laughing at you to be mean. I didn’t know what you meant when you first said you were dirty. You acted like I was going to be offended and I thought that was funny.” Taking a chance, she laid her hand on his knee. “Do you remember what my husband did for a living, Glen?”
It took him a moment to think about it and then the realization struck, causing a sheepish look to appear on his face. “He was a plumber.”
“Believe me. He came home a lot dirtier than you sometimes.”
Glen must have felt better for he let out a couple of chuckles. “He was good at his job. Tended to my pipes several times.”
“Yes, he was good. At least John taught his assistant to work as well as he did. Otherwise, this town would have had been in trouble looking for someone to replace him. Now, we’re going to eat our lunch while we watch the movie you chose. Later on, I’ll look for some clothes that my father had left here the last time he had visited. You two appear to be the same size, or at least you were before you lost some weight.”
Victoria began to rise to her feet, pushing herself up, but she tumbled. She tried to right herself, and she saw Glen’s arms shoot out to help her, but she fell into his lap, a squeal sounding from her.
Looking up, she found her face only inches from Glen’s. His eyes were dark with desire as he searched her face while his lips were parted slightly. She could smell the bacon he had most likely cooked up this morning at the diner, but she didn’t care. She knew what she wanted.
Before she knew what she was doing, she leaned forward, closed her eyes, and pressed her lips to his. His whiskers tickled, but they felt nice.
At first, his lips were immobile, but then, as he began to move them against hers, his arms surrounded her and pulled her to him. She was enveloped within his strong arms as his kiss turned passionate.
His lips parted and she followed his lead. When he slid his tongue between her lips and swept across her teeth, she opened to him.
Tongues collided as they both breathed in through their noses raggedly. Victoria let him dominate the kiss since she liked that in a man. He seemed to search out every centimeter of her mouth, from her tongue, to the insides of her cheeks, and even her palate before he resumed playing with her tongue.
She let herself just feel and enjoy the kiss that she had wanted from Glen for a while. Tamping down the rising fire within her, she continued to kiss him until he finally pulled away.
Opening her eyes, she found him looking at her in disbelief, but the desire still wavering in his charcoal-colored eyes. His lips were still shiny from their shared saliva and his cheeks were flushed. Silence shrouded them, neither one of them seeming to want to break it.
Sweet musk filled his senses as her shaved pussy opened up to him, revealing soft pink folds of her exotic rose. At the top of her slit was her hard pearl peeking out from its cover. With his hands on her thighs, his thumbs on each side of her pussy, he leaned in and drew in a deep breath. Her scent was heavenly, a siren's beacon to a wayward sailor such as him. It had been twenty-five years since he had seen a naked woman. Twenty-five years since he had made love to a woman.
Excitement surged through him knowing he was going to taste Victoria’s pussy. His heart and cock craved her, and had for a while. Now, she was before him, her body naked for him.
Leaning in, he swept his tongue up her slit from her pussy opening all the way to her clit. Her hips rose at the contact, pressing her cunt into his face, a moan emanating from her throat.
Her flavor erupted on his tongue, his taste buds savoring it. Nectar from heaven was what she tasted like. Burying his face into her most intimate spot, he repeated his previous lick before wrapping his lips around her clit and sucking it in.
Even though his hands were holding her open, Victoria’s thighs were trying to close against his head. Loosening his hold on her, her thighs did just that, squeezing him tight.
Against his chin, he felt her juices ooze from her opening, mingling with his whiskers. That he would be able to smell her when he went home caused his cock to twitch in his slacks. Discomfort was becoming too much for him there, so he slid a hand down, undid the button and zipper, and pulled himself out.
Damn! It’s been so long! I don’t know how long I can last!
He didn’t want to disappoint Victoria, or embarrass himself if he came too soon.
Suckling her nub, she squirmed around on the futon as she moaned softly for him. Raising his eyes, he looked past her undulating stomach and her trembling breasts. He could see her head thrashing back and forth on the back of the seat. It was the most exotic thing he had ever seen.
He brought his hand up to her opening and slid a finger inside. Wiggling it, he heard her gasp before she exclaimed, “Oh, my!”
Chuckling, he continued to suck on her clit, his tongue moving across it. Sliding his finger out, he heard her moan her disapproval, but when he began to slide two inside, facing the top of her pussy, she quieted down. A bit.
Victoria’s pussy clinched around his fingers as if she was trying to hold him inside her. Pulling his fingers back, until just the tips remained, he sucked her clit harder, as if trying to suck on an overly thick milkshake. Her hips bucked again.
Glen pushed his fingers back in all the way to his knuckle, hooking them up slightly. Then quickly, he began to pump his fingers in and out of her, grazing her G-spot with each pass.
Cries ecstasy began to escape Victoria as she began to pump her hips in return, fucking his fingers in turn. A squishy sound from her pussy mingled with her expressive ones. The beautiful sounds were singing to his dick. He wanted to sink himself into his woman, but he wanted her to come first.
Soft silky walls began to flutter around his fingers as Victoria’s cries became stronger. Her body was moving all over the place as he tried to stay with her. Lifting his other arm over her thigh, he laid his hand at the bottom of her abdomen, just above his mouth, and pressed down.
The action pressed her G-spot inward and each pass of his fingers striking it even harder.