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  I was so confused!!!

  Taking a chance, I awkwardly reached for her hand just as our elevator arrived and missed her hand entirely as she walked into the lift ahead of me leaving me to nervously scratch my neck in avoidance of how much I had just embarrassed myself.

  "Coming?" she asked confidently.

  Chapter 3 – Kelly

  "Coming?" I asked.

  He was staring at me with his mouth open. It was almost like he wasn't sure of something.

  "Um, yes! I was just...."

  "You were just?" I inquired while he walked towards me.

  "Can I hold your hand?" he blurted like a teen on a first date.

  Did he ask to hold my hand? Wasn't he supposed to be this epic ladies’ man? Then again, I don't know many licentious men. The last time I did, I was a lot younger, and they weren't very sophisticated in their sexy ways.

  Usually, they just had to rely on their good looks or popularity to make the panties drop... or so a few of my friends had said over the years.

  Maybe I had underestimated sexually casual Dale. He seemed nice, and it was possible that he was trying to make me feel at ease since Rane was sure to tell him of my vaginal cobwebs and ignorance of most things male.

  "Sure," I replied, trying to come across as hip as possible.

  Hip isn't my thing, but maybe I came across hip?

  As his hand enveloped mine, I was shocked by the warmness of his palms. My ex's hands were always cold and unwelcoming. That and he hated holding hands. He had always said that immature signs of affection were unnecessary after the initial dating period.

  Dale's hands were definitely not cold and were, in fact, a thing of wonder. How could this stranger offer me such instant comfort with the slightest of touches?

  I wondered if there were agencies that employed hand holders like they do cuddle experts?

  Dale would be an excellent professional hand holder.

  Maybe I should inquire about this on my favorite author Penny Reid's fan page. After all, she did dedicate a good chunk of her book Datingish to the art of cuddling.

  As the elevator rose towards our floor, I turned my head in an attempt to steal a glance at my insanely handsome date. But instead of looking ahead as I expected him to, I caught him staring at me like a museum curiosity.

  Man, were his brown eyes breathtaking. I began to hope that he would be the type of guy who liked eye contact during sex because I could come just staring at those beautiful irises.

  My ex-husband, Geoff, was the type of guy who had to have sex in the dark and never allowed me to look at him. He rarely even looked at me during the act, to be honest.

  For years I had wondered if my ex-husband was secretly in love with men, but over time I discovered that he just didn't have much of a sex drive and only seemed aroused on rare occasions.

  The elevator's ding brought us out of our zone and once again my nerves started taking hold.

  I was going to have sex with this beautiful, fit (Did I mention how in shape he looked?) and sexy hunk of man. There was no way that he was going to leave this hotel satisfied. Especially since my ex informed me regularly during our marriage what crap I was in the sheets. Maybe if things were too awkward during our intercourse, Dale would fake an orgasm to help ease my disappointment.

  I couldn't be the only woman crappy in bed if he really had that much experience and Rane did say that he always left his women smiling.

  Focusing my attention on finding our room, he quietly followed me as I turned towards the sign that pointed to rooms 1401-1409. If it weren't for the fact that he was currently caressing the pad of my thumb with delicate circles from his own, I probably would have found out room in half the time. But with my mind wondering what that thumb could do in other places with that motion, I couldn't help but be distracted.

  "Keep an eye out for 1407," I said to fill the silence.

  "Here it is," he replied, sheepishly, as he dropped my hand and took the key card from me.

  I suddenly felt the loss of his fantastic handholdingness.

  Did I mention that this man should be a professional hand holder?

  With the door open, we slowly made our way into the foyer of the room.

  Our room was set up in typical hotel fashion. The bathroom and small foyer were at the entrance leading into a small and cozy bed/living space. The bed was thankfully covered in a duvet making me feel a lot better about being naked under its covers.

  When I heard the door click closed, I immediately felt the warmness radiate off of his body as he came to stand behind me. Depositing the keycard by the TV stand/dresser, the only sound in the room besides our breathing, was the slight hum from the air conditioner under the window.

  With my nerves bubbling to the surface, I started kicking myself for not taking him up on that second drink. I turned to say something that may help fill this awkwardness and was transfixed again by the beauty that resided in Dale's eyes.

  "So..." he said looking around the room.

  "Um..."

  Yeah, I was showing my college education with this vocabulary.

  Not wanting to waste any more time, I made an executive decision to be the aggressor.

  Time to be the bedroom tiger you've always wanted to be, Kelly.

  Besides, I only visited Rane once every four years and chances were this guy wouldn’t be her roommate the next time I did. Thus, if I embarrassed myself, only Rane will know.

  As I rushed to kiss him, he started lunging to kiss me as well and then, I tripped. My forehead banged into his chin, and while he was trying to stop me from falling further, we ended up tumbling sideways onto the fluffy white bed.

  Chapter 4 - Dale

  Did that just happen?

  I was such a doofus!

  To save face and hopefully not scare her off, I burst into a nervous chuckle, which thankfully lead her to genuine laughter.

  Soon, we were both caught up in unyielding laughter, leaving us with tears rolling down our cheeks.

  As water poured from our eyes, I suddenly became aware that we had been gradually adjusting ourselves closer and more comfortably over the last few moments. We had also been making our way slowly up the bed. When we finally reached the pillows, our eyes meet, and a fog of lust overtook the room.

  Before I knew what had happened, we were kissing — desperately kissing. I'm not sure if it was the fact that I hadn't had sex in two years, or that Kelly had a lot of practice, but this was the most fulfilling kiss I had had in years.

  Groaning into my mouth, she slowly deepened her lips’ pressure in a way that had my ordinarily loose pants tightening uncomfortably.

  Needing to feel our whole bodies pressed against each other, and hopefully relieve some of the pressure in my groin, I rolled on top of her positioning myself between her thighs.

  Slowly pressing against her warmth, I heard her gasp as our friction aroused her center. Suddenly, Kelly broke our kiss long enough to grasp the word, "More!" and then she turned her mouth to mate with mine.

  As our tongues danced and stroked each other seductively, I found myself unconsciously grinding like a horny college student into the moistening fabric of her dress.

  Pulling ourselves into the sitting position without breaking our contact, she hiked up her dress and straddled me while we both actively attempted (fumbling mostly) to de-clothe ourselves.

  As I reached for her zipper, she caressed my chest and pushed my jacket off of me to the floor.

  "Hold on a second!" I said louder than necessary.

  Quickly I grabbed my suit jacket and pulled out several condoms from my breast pocket, tossing them onto the bedside table for later.

  Momentarily sobered by our break in contact, I noticed her nerves start to shadow her lust and fearing her retreat, I pulled her back onto my lap and slammed my lips against hers harder than was probably necessary.

  Silently, I thanked myself for freshly shaving before our date, because otherwise, I'd be giving this sexy woman
the world's worst beard burn.

  As we continued our make-out session and disrobing, I slowly pulled her dress over her head to reveal the largest set of natural breasts I had ever seen.

  Groaning with satisfaction, I quickly unfastened her bra before pulling one of her large, dark nipples into my mouth. Licking and nibbling, I soon began sucking on her as if my nourishment depended on her luscious breasts.

  In the midst of our common focus of pleasure, the most erotic thing in my life happened. Milk began to shoot into my mouth.

  Oh! My! God!

  Kevin mentioned that she had a small child, but I didn't realize it was still of nursing age.

  This was something that I had always wanted to try. To my utter disappointment, when we had our twins my ex had denied my request to try suckling her breast, stating that it was too weird. However, Kelly was giving me every indication that she was enjoying the sensation.

  Switching to her other breast, Kelly's need for release became more evident when she increased the speed of her intense grinding against my aching erection.

  Before I could work my way down to divesting her of her underwear, Kelly tensed violently and shattered in a body-quaking orgasm. Riding me through her release like she was on a bucking bronco, it almost made me cum in my pants.

  Fuck was that hot!

  Spurred by the intensity of her shaking body, I flung a euphoric Kelly onto her back. Leaving her only long enough to remove my pants, her underwear, and sheath my pulsing cock, I placed my dick at her entrance. I waited until she was alert enough to give me her full consent. But after what seemed like an eternity, I found I couldn't wait any longer and gently touched her face with my hand initiating eye contact.

  Before I could even ask for permission, she whimpered through her heavy breathing, "I need you inside of me. Now!"

  Her request was all I needed before I plunged into her, sighing at the glorious sensation of being inside of a woman again.

  "Kelly, you're so tight for me!" I groaned before taking her mouth with mine.

  Allowing her to adjust to my length, it took every bit of willpower not lose control and pound myself balls deep into her still pulsing vagina.

  Confirming her enjoyment of my invasion, she began to lift her hips encouraging us to move together as one. Though I had intended to take things slowly, my resolve faded once eye contact was made.

  The intimacy of our ocular connection caused me to lose control over my senses. Suddenly, I began pounding without restraint into Kelly's center with a fierceness I have never experienced in my life. Thrusting wildly, it wasn't long before I felt her pussy start to tighten around my member sucking me in till my tip slammed against her welcoming womb with every invasion.

  Completely consumed by our erotic joining, my balls tightened, and I could not hold back my release any longer.

  Screaming out in monosyllabic sounds in between the grunts and jerks of our bodies we orgasmed together as if we were one person instead of two.

  Unable to hold myself up after our mind-blowing release, we collapsed into each other in mutual satisfaction, and I couldn't wait to recover so that we could do it again.

  Chapter 5 – Kelly

  Wow...Wow...WOW!!!!!!!! Holy! Shit! WOW!

  No wonder the ladies loved this man.

  That was the best sex of my life. The last time I orgasmed with a man two times in a single night was 2010, and it wasn't nearly as earth-shattering.

  Enjoying the aftermath of our bodies' final spasms, along with the weight of him on me, I was finally able to focus on how tight his back was.

  This guy must live at the gym. I can't see his stomach right now, but if his back and shoulders are any indications, I'm hoping for a round two, with LOTS of exploration.

  Still connected, Dale began to roll us over to our sides to relieve his body weight from mine. As his eyes open, I was shocked to discover the desire for more being reflected in his eyes.

  Needing to dispose of the spent condom, he pulled out of me with a groan of pleasure.

  I prayed that he would want another go soon because I desperately needed to fill up my sex bank in anticipation of the dry spells that would probably occur for the next several years of mindless dating apps and losers. Dating was hard enough in my 20s. I can only imagine the obstacles now that I'm older and have more baggage.

  Returning to the bed, Dale pulled the duvet out from under me to cover us so that we could cuddle against each other.

  Pressing his lips to mine gently, his kisses were sweet and unhurried. The tenderness of them was so overwhelming that I had to remind myself not to get attached.

  Tonight, was always going to be a booty call, not a search for your life partner, Kelly.

  Needing a moment to get into the right state of mind, I broke our kiss, brought our foreheads together and caressed his face with my hand. "Well, that was eye-opening."

  "That was more than eye-opening, that was fucking exceptional! Any chance you're up for another round?"

  His eagerness elicited a giggle from me, and I couldn't help myself from dorkily responding with a heavily accented, "Damn straight!"

  The answering chuckle coming from his chest eased any ebbing self-consciousness as he once again began his greedy explorations by pressing soft kisses from my neck to my breasts.

  Moaning when he started to suckle my nipples again, I was struck by how erotic it was to see him enjoying my leaking breasts. Not many men, my ex included, would be turned on by a mother who was still nursing.

  As if he could read my thoughts, Dale released one of my nipples with a pop and gazed up at me to say, "Do you have any idea how sexy these breasts are? I could suck on them for hours."

  "You aren't turned off by the fact that I'm still nursing my toddler?"

  "No way! Nursing your children is such a beautiful and selfless act. Did you know that the Sioux used to believe in nursing a child till they chose to wean? Sometimes that would be as old as six or seven years old. "

  Was he giving me historical factoids? I loved factoids!

  "I did know that!" I said effectively shocking him. "My professor in college had us read about the nursing practices of the Sioux. Did you know that they also believed in communal nursing? In their culture it was the responsibility of every nursing woman to provide nourishment to all of the children of their tribe at any given time,” I said with a chuckle. “When I first read that article, all I could imagine was a 6-year-old running up to me on the street and demanding a drink."

  Oh shit! I said that last part out loud. He was going to think I was weird!

  Looking away to avoid seeing any annoyance in his face and thus destroying my hopes of continuing our sexy times, I felt him pull my face back so that he could look me directly in the eyes.

  "Why did you turn away from me just now?" he asked quizzically.

  "I tend to be irritatingly full of useless knowledge, and I've heard it's a major turn off." For example, my ex would pretend that I was the village idiot or tell me I was a know-it-all bitch when I went into my useless trivia mode.

  When we had first gotten together, I was shocked by his irritation. Especially since when I was younger, friends used to tell me that my random knowledge was one of my most lovable characteristics.

  Geoff called it my friend's greatest deception.

  "I didn't find it irritating at all. My original major in college was history, so I found it endearing. Feel free to bless me with your random trivia anytime." Then to emphasize the truth of his comment, he pressed his hardening rod into my thigh. "I think you deserve a reward for bringing historical factoids into the bedroom." And with that, he shifted between my thighs and silenced me by thrusting his tongue into my waiting center.

  "Oh! My! God!" OMG, did I just said that out loud?

  My reaction caused him to chuckle, which then caused his tongue to vibrate against my clitoris.

  Shit pancakes that felt fabulous!

  Losing myself in the sensations his mouth wa
s bringing to my core, my body began to ready itself for its THIRD orgasm.

  How was it possible for me to have three orgasms in an evening? This man was my own personal unicorn.

  Closing my eyes my body started to hum in anticipation of my shattering.

  Suddenly I felt him press two fingers into my tunnel, hooking one to massage my g-spot and within seconds I was unable to stifle the violent earthquake rocking through my body.

  Did I say I earthquake? I freaking EXPLODED like a volcano!

  My hips jerked, and then he continued to milk my heat, causing mini orgasmic shock waves to rock through my body.

  Chapter 6 – Dale

  Kelly was the most reactive woman I had ever been with.

  Not that I had been with many women. There were only the two women I had dated in college and then my ex, Maggie, who I met in grad school.

  Too bad Kelly lived near the city and not back home in Danville, there would definitely be a second date, followed by many, many more.

  While I laid on my side watching her regain her wits, I wondered if I should grab another condom and see if I could get her to come while nestled deep inside her again.

  Decision made, I reached for the packet on the table, only for her hand to stop me.

  Before I could begin to worry that I had presumed too much, Kelly rolled me onto my back and was straddling my thighs.

  "You are so fucking sexy!” she said licking her lips and rubbing her fingers up and down my six-pack. “How much do you work out to keep this six-pack intact?"

  "I don't have any hobbies, so I work out a lot."

  She didn't need to know that I had been without sex for two years and other than a daily jack off in the shower, working out was my only outlet.

  "Well, you do show your dedication."

  Before I could reply, my mind went numb as she began to lick her way down my chest, and slowly shifted her body between my thighs.

  While Kelly paid homage to the arrows pointed towards my groin, my body unconsciously started thrusting upwards seeking a relief that could only come from her. Was it overly optimistic to hope that her path could lead her mouth to my cock?