The American Lover (14 page)

“No, he really wouldn’t.  He was working himself into the ground to set everything up, so determined to make a success of his business for us, for our future.  But I guess Neil isn’t driven in the same way, he hasn’t got that kind hunger,” she admitted. “And anyway, who knows how the future would have panned out, how successful the business would have ultimately been, even if Drew hadn't died? His ambitions are stuck in the past now with him. Drew gets to stay forever young, while I get to grow old and wrinkly without him.”

Faith’s voice had gotten wobbly, and tears threatened.

“Hey, come here. It’s good to talk things through, get things straight in your head.  It’s necessary, even if it’s unsettling.”

As I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her up to me, she lay her head against my chest, and slipped her arm around my waist. Feeling her soft, warm body stirred memories of what we’d shared the previous night, but I had no intention of pushing things in that direction, not when we were still talking through important decisions concerning her future.

“I know you’re right, Caleb. You have a knack of calling things how they really are, you don't bother with bland platitudes, which I really appreciate. You have been such an enormous help to me this weekend. I can't thank you enough,” she sighed.

“All I’ve done is listen and give you the benefit of my perceived wisdom. Oh, and shared some great sex, of course,” I replied breezily, covering up the confusion I was experiencing. Faith brought out such conflicting feelings in me. I felt protective towards her. I felt attracted to her.  I felt friendship towards her.

Bottom line was I
felt,
despite the fact that I strived to avoid developing feelings towards anyone these days, and I found that unsettling.

And even though she’d gotten so upset after we’d had sex, it’d felt good to be able to support her, for her to turn to me, lean on me for a while, have her confide in me.  Faith made me feel like a decent, useful human being for the first time in a long time, rather than just some stud conveniently supplying my penis to fill an empty vagina.

And anyway, ignoring all of that, whichever way things turned out, whether we had sex again or not, I wouldn’t be complaining, although there was no denying Faith had been really hot in bed…

“Enough talking …” she seemed to have read my mind as she smiled up at me.  “I think we should concentrate on other things now.”

When she moved over and straddled my lap, then slid her hands up my chest and nuzzled my neck, I certainly didn't need any encouragement to get into the spirit of things.

“Shall we head to the bedroom?” she murmured in my ear.

“As long as you're sure it’s what you want?”

“I’m sure. Just keep me occupied, don't let me think too much…”

I stood up, carrying her as she wrapped her legs around my waist and gripped my neck. We kissed as I headed for the bedroom, and just the feel of her soft warm body pressed against mine had me rock hard in seconds.

“There are some condoms in the drawer, the same type you used yesterday” she whispered. “I only got them today, so they’re definitely in date, just in case you wondered.” I was impressed by Faith’s attention to detail - I always insisted on using a top quality brand as there’s no point using a cheap rubber that’s long past its expired date.

“Duly noted, and I also have some in my pocket, so we’ve definitely got that angle covered,” I smiled.

I lay her down on the bed without letting her go, resting my arms on either side of her head as I straddled her. The room wasn’t very big, and in just the soft light from the hallway, I couldn’t see too much, but like the rest of her place, it appeared tidy and uncluttered.

Faith reached up to run her fingers through the hair on the back of my neck.

“I really like your hair. It’s nice and silky,” she murmured.

“Ditto. I really like yours too,” I murmured as I brushed her soft wheat coloured hair to the side to nuzzle her neck. I’d gotten used to the women I fucked wearing heavy perfume, some of which even gave me a headache, but I’d always accepted that as the norm.  But tonight Faith wasn’t wearing any such cloying perfume, and her natural scent really turned me on, big time. She smelled of woman and sex and arousal, yet sweet and innocent at the same time.

“God, you smell so fucking good,” I groaned, as I kissed the soft spot behind her ear.

“Mmm, Caleb, you taste so good, you make me want to taste you
everywhere
,” Faith murmured as she kissed and licked my neck with her soft warm tongue, her voice turning sultry as she pulled my T-shirt out of my jeans.

“Here, let me assist.” I leaned back and pulled it off over my head. Faith pulled her top off too, then quickly undid her jeans and wriggled out of them to lie on the bed in just her bra and panties. Very nice silky blue bra and panties they were too I noticed, and wondered if they were new, if maybe she’d bought them for me. But before I could ask, I got distracted.

“I want to taste you
here
,” Faith reached up to undo the button on my jeans and pulled the zipper down, making her intentions clear.

“
Oh
… okay, be my guest.” 

I moved back to take off my jeans and boxers, allowing my cock to spring free. Faith pushed me back on the bed, then moved to kneel between my legs.

“I've been fantasising about doing this to you all day,” she murmured, giving me a wicked little smile as she glanced up. “I only got a brief taste of you yesterday, and now I want more.”

God, I loved how uninhibited Faith was, and that she was as keen to give pleasure as to receive it. Over the last couple of years, my experience was that the majority of women seemed to think they were doing me a favour simply by granting me access to their body, and weren’t prepared to put any effort into reciprocation of pleasure. That certainly wasn’t the case with Faith.

She locked eyes with me as she took hold of my length in one hand, and then wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.  Just like before, she sucked, licked, and expertly swirled her tongue around, and she was so good at what she was doing that once again, she’d brought me almost to the point of no return within a very short time.

“Faith, no, I don't want to come yet,” I groaned. “How about you let me return the favour instead?”

“Okay,” she murmured as I reached down and flipped her onto her back.  I didn't want this evening to be about taking my selfish pleasure; Faith was putting her trust in me to leave her with a totally positive experience, and I was determined to deliver. So although she seemed to be doing really well, I had to focus, not lose concentration by getting wrapped up in my own needs.

“I think we need to get you naked now,” I suggested. “You good with that?”

“Sure,” she nodded.

Faith sat up and undid her bra, allowing her gorgeous breasts to fall free.

“You have a really sensational body, Faith,” I murmured, as I feasted my eyes on her.

“Glad you think so,” she smirked, and I could see she really got off on seeing how turned on she made me.

“Now I’m going down on you, and I’m going to make you come really hard for me. You like the sound of that?”

“Yeah, I do.”

“Let’s get these out of the way then, shall we?”She lifted her hips for me as I slid her panties off, then knelt on the floor at the end of the bed, and moved her down until I could hook her legs over my shoulders. Now I was perfectly positioned to deliver what I'd promised, but I felt her tense up as I gently opened up her sweet folds to reach her sensitive bud.

“Sorry. It’s just a bit weird…having you right in my… you know,” she blushed. So Faith was better at giving than receiving, it seemed.

“Just relax, honey. I really love doing this, so trust me, this is going to blow your mind.”

And it was true. I loved watching how a woman reacted as I worked her up, watching her come apart and lose control. 

In all the years of our marriage, Cassie had never let me perform cunnilingus on her, declaring it far too disgusting when I'd suggested it in the early days of our marriage.  She’d made it plain she hated the whole concept of oral sex, so naturally I’d stopped suggesting it, because I’d never dream of forcing her to do anything she was uncomfortable with. But then she’d had the gall to say
I
was the boring and unadventurous one!  Fucking nerve of the woman. Perhaps she’d lost her inhibitions with her lovers - I didn't care to dwell on that thought. 

But now I considered oral sex to be almost an art form, a technique that I took great pride in, and performing it on Faith would be my absolute privilege. I wanted to push her so high that there’d be nothing else in her mind, just pure sexual pleasure. That was the memory I wanted to leave her with, of our time together here in her bedroom, a great new memory for her to hold onto.

As she lay there for me, her delicate folds looked so pretty and pink as they glistened with her arousal, with just a neat covering of light blond curls on her mound.  I liked that.  I hated when a woman looked like a plucked chicken down there, or worse still, had coarse shaving stubble. Trust me, I’d seen it all over the last couple of years, and neat, tidy and natural did it for me.

I started slowly, to show respectful appreciation of her body and gain Faith’s trust, rather than launching in aggressively. After Cassie’s belittling of my sexual prowess, I’d been determined to improve my performance level, and my research turned up the fact that the tongue is the body’s most flexible muscle for bestowing intimate pleasure. And with that useful piece of information, I soon found ways to have a woman writhing with pleasure in seconds.

“Oh my god, oh my god, Caleb, that feels so good,” Faith cried out as she gripped my head and twined her fingers in my hair as I took great delight in putting my skills to good use. I gently held her in place to pleasure her, sliding my finger in to simultaneously stroke her, as I sucked and teased her ultra sensitive nub with my tongue. I found her natural musky scent so arousing that I totally lost myself in what I was doing, and couldn’t think of anything else except pleasuring this sweet girl. I wanted to make it last for her, so I eased back a couple of times when she was near to climaxing.  I loved being able to control and extend her pleasure in this way, but soon I realised it was getting too much for Faith to handle.

“Please, Caleb, just let me come, I really need to come,” she begged. I had to remember that until yesterday, she’d not had sex in over two years, so she was finding this much stimulation overwhelming. With one last flick of my tongue, I pushed her over the edge to fly, her long low groan of pleasure giving me immense satisfaction, as I gently massaged her to extend the waves of orgasmic pleasure.  Finally, when she slumped back on the bed, I moved up to lie next to her.

“Wow. Oh wow, wow, wow,” she grinned, still breathing heavily, as she flung an arm over her face. “That was amazing, Caleb. Thank you. You are a very clever and talented boy.”

“Oh honey, we’re not finished yet, we’re just getting started.” I was planning on keeping her so busy that she wouldn’t have time to think and sink into guilt, the way she had the previous night. Keep her occupied, that’s what she’d requested, and that’s what I was determined to deliver.

Next up for attention were those fantastic breasts of hers.  Sweet Jesus, they were pert, full, soft, heavenly, and just perfect.  She kept them well hidden most of the time, but here I was, the lucky guy who got to play with them. Her pale pink nipples were erect from all the stimulation she’d just experienced, just begging for attention. I palmed her breasts, caressing them, squeezing them together, before I leant down and took one nipple into my mouth, sucked hard, teased it with my tongue, bit it, then let it pop out, repeating the process with the other side.

“You like this, yes?”

“Oh yes,” she breathed, as she lay there with her eyes closed.

“How about this?”

I gently slid my finger into her tight slickness once more, slowly fucking her with my finger, circling her sensitive nub every now and then.

“God, yes. You are so fucking good at this. But now I want the real thing.” She reached out and grabbed my cock.

“Oh, babe, you got it,” I groaned. No time now for fancy tricks, I just reached over for a condom, ripped the foil and quickly sheathed up.

“I want it hard and rough.  I want to feel you fucking me really deep with your great big cock.”

Faith talking so dirty was so fucking hot. There’d been plenty of foreplay, I knew she was really wet and ready for me, so I went right ahead and thrust right in.  And fuck, I loved the way her tight walls rippled over my length as they sucked me in, until I was buried to the hilt.

Faith felt so good, she smelled so good, she tasted so good. The thought went through my mind this was turning out to be one of the best fucks of my life.
A truly epic fuck.

“Rough’s not really my scene, babe, but I can certainly give it to you hard and deep.”

I wouldn’t ever want to hurt a woman, it wasn’t who I was or what I felt comfortable with.

“Fine, take me from behind then. Doggy style. I fucking love doggy style, it’s so deep.”

“I fucking love it too,” I groaned, as I withdrew just long enough to flip her over and grab her hips to position myself against the fantastic round smooth cheeks. “You have such a fucking sexy ass, Faith.”  I slammed into her now from behind, loving the way her tits bounced around each time I rhythmically thrust into her.  “So fucking sexy. I love fucking you. Everything about you is sexy. Sexy Faith.”