WE STUMBLED BACKWARDS towards the bed, never releasing our grip on one another. Trevor’s kisses were soft, but insistent. When the backs of my legs bumped against the mattress, I fell backwards. Trevor lost his balance and landed on top of me. We paused for a second before we both burst into laughter.
“Guess I should have kicked these off,” he chuckled as his leg shot out to the side, dislodging his pants the rest of the way, almost removing them completely.
“Maybe,” I giggled before pressing a kiss to the side of this neck. He groaned as he fought with his khakis.
“I feel like an awkward sixteen-year-old again,” he grumbled as he lifted his chest off me and stared into my eyes. We were half on half off the bed. My sundress was shoved around my waist with one strap hanging off my shoulder. Other than his boxers, Trevor was naked.
I scrambled backward to get myself more centered on the bed, and Trevor climbed over me. He paused as he hovered on his hands and knees and just grinned. “What?” I laughed as I rose up on my elbows and let him pull my dress over my head. I’d gone without a bra, and I think he just now figured it out as he stared at my body only covered in a small swatch of pink silk.
“I don’t want to mess this up. It’s been a while,” he closed his eyes as he blew out a long slow breath. “I feel like that guy back in high school. The one who took forever to kiss you.”
“I loved that guy,” I smiled softly at him as I reached up and linked my arms around his neck. “That guy loved me, and he’s always been a great lover,” I tugged him closer until his chest rested against mine. “You’re not gonna mess it up,” I whispered as one hand shoved at his boxers. “We have all weekend to practice,” I shimmied my panties down.
A low growl rolled out of him as his hips shifted, “You’re right. We do,” he reached down and wrapped my thigh around his hip as he pressed his lips back to mine. It was slow but done with purpose. As his tongue dipped in to stroke mine, his cock slid in. We both groaned in unison as our bodies slowly found their rhythm. Trevor was right, it had been a while, but he still knew how to please me.
He broke the kiss as he lifted himself to hover over me. “How did we go so long without this, Shar? You’ve always been it for me,” Pain, adoration, love… it all ghosted over his features. “God, I love you so much!”
Guilt, the guilt swamped me, but I pushed it away. I wasn’t going to ruin this moment for us, my body wasn’t going to let my brain win.
“Stay with me,” he commanded. “Don’t let whatever just went through your mind take you away again,” he leaned in, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I sniffed as he leaned back on his haunches and lifted both my ankles to rest on his shoulders. He sunk deeper, and I saw the restraint on his face. His mouth pressed into a thin line, and the muscles in his arms tightened.
“Come on baby. I know you’re right there,” he plunged deeper as he slipped his hand between us and began rubbing. The tingles started to build and as I let my mind go, the pleasure took over, causing my entire body to tighten. “That’s it,” he coaxed as I began to tremble. “Don’t fight it,” his voice was strained and as I fell over the edge, a primal roar burst from Trevor’s lips before he went stiff, following me into oblivion.
He fell forward, catching himself on his elbows as he panted, trying to slow his breathing. His eyes were closed, and as I let my legs wrap around his hips holding him there, I couldn’t help but take a closer look at his face. Trevor always looked young for his age, but tonight I could truly see what the last year had done to him. His once sandy brown hair was now dotted with gray. His eyes weren’t as bright as I remembered them to be, and he was sporting a few more smile lines. His body was just as I remembered it though; strong and muscular, but he seemed more tired than usual.
“I love you,” I whispered again, thinking this was what he needed to hear. I’d tell him every day for the rest of my life if it would help to make up for all the time I’ve punished him. “I’m sorry I took this away from you, away from us. I was stupid,” I began rambling.
“Not stupid. I don’t want to hear you say that again. My wife is smart, and funny, and sexy as hell,” his eyes lifted to meet mine. His lips curled in a grin as he shifted his hips, making me aware that he was still buried deep inside me… and still hard. “No more apologizing. No more talk about the time we were apart. We’re together now, and we’re moving past it. I intend to make up for lost time, and I don’t need any more apologies. Just be here with me,” his hips pulled back before he pushed forward and ground them against me. “I think we might need to build my stamina back up,” he nuzzled into my neck and nipped my lobe.
“I think you’re doing just fine,” I laughed.
“Nah. I think I can do better,” he pulled back and surged forward once again. “Hope you didn’t plan on sleeping tonight,” he chuckled before I silenced him with a kiss. I didn’t plan on sleeping if this was how the night was going to continue. I missed Trevor, and I missed us, and I was happy for the first time in a long time.
I DON’T REMEMBER what time it was when we finally fell asleep. I know we made love four times before passing out in each other’s arms. I know that we’ve been in the same position we’re in now since then. Sharron’s head has been resting on my arm, and now it’s completely asleep. I refuse to move her though. It’s a reminder that she’s really here, and last night really happened. I may sound like a sap, but I’ve waited so long to get this back that I don’t want to do anything to disturb it.
I’ve got plans for today, but I don’t have a schedule. We can go out whenever we feel like it, and come back the same way. The sun’s already above the trees and I’m starving, but it’s so peaceful here.
“Morning,” Sharron’s voice was soft as she rolled over and snuggled into my side. One hand slid across my chest as her leg slowly draped over my hips.
“Morning,” I brushed her hair off her forehead before kissing it.
Her eyes closed as she burrowed closer, “Mmmm.” My morning wood was mere inches from her thigh, and I was waiting for her to notice. She didn’t miss a beat as she rolled blindly on top of me and sank down. “Someone’s happy to see me,” she grinned as her eyes slowly opened. The sheet that was covering us pooled around her hips as her tangled locks fell over her shoulders and partially covered her face.
“Very happy to see you,” I mumbled as she began to rock.
Unfortunately, I didn’t last very long. Seeing her on full display in the morning was more than my brain could handle at the moment. I’ve always been a visual guy. Darkness worked in my favor last night, but now… watching her tits bounce up and down right in my face, seeing her sexed up hair spill around her shoulders, her lips slightly parted as her eyes flutter closed; it was like a scene from one of my fantasies.
“Oh God,” she moaned as her hips moved faster. “Trev?” she panted as I reached up and grabbed her hips. I began lifting her and slamming her back down, both of our shouts filling the room as I filled her. “I’m gonna come,” she mewed.
“Right there with you,” I growled as I lifted my hips spearing her, both our heads thrown back in ecstasy as we reclaimed some of the time we’d spent apart.
“WHERE ARE WE going?” Sharron tugged at my hand as I led us through the lobby and out onto the street.
“Breakfast,” I grinned.
“I know that, but what are we doing today?” she laughed as she swung our joined hands between us.
“That’s for me know, and you to find out,” I pressed a kiss to her temple as she pouted.
“That’s not fair,” her bottom lip popped out as her brows furrowed.
“Life’s not fair,” I tossed one of her lines at her. That was Sharron’s response to the boys whenever they complained, and she rolled her eyes when I threw it at her.
“Whatever, Dad,” she grumbled, sounding just like Ken.
“And you wonder where they get it,” I chuckled before turning the corner and stopping in front of Mac’s Diner. Ty brought Taylor and I here the last time we visited the city together. They have the best pancakes around. “We’re here,” I led Sharron through the door and let her take it all in.
Mac’s is decorated like it was frozen in time right out of the 50s. The chrome booths, red padded stools that line the bar, and the pink and green neon that line every inch of the place make you feel like you’re waiting on a malt after school. The cooks even wear the little paper hats, and sometimes the servers will stop and dance to certain songs that play on the nickel jukeboxes that adorn each table.
“This place is so cute,” Sharron grinned as I led her to a booth along the front.
“Ty brought me here the last time I came to the city; I know how you like pancakes. You should try theirs,” I handed her a menu that was propped against the napkin holder near the end of the table.
“Sounds great,” Sharron folded her hands in her lap as we waited for a server.
Once we ordered our food, we sat quietly just enjoying each other’s company. I reached under the table at one point and rubbed her knee. She started to pull away, but when I didn’t stop, she gave in and let me. I was trying to get back all the things we had before the kids came along. It seemed dumb when I first started thinking about it. Why should I act like I did when I was kid? I was in my thirties now. Wasn’t I supposed to be mature? What Tyler said came ringing through my head though. I needed to go back to before life got in the way. Things changed for us when we had the boys. I was trying to get Sharron to see that we were still those young kids in love, and just because we were older now, it didn’t mean that we had to lose all those little things from before.
When we finished our breakfast, I took Sharron to our next stop, the Museum of Modern Art. I also had tickets for the Met and the Guggenheim. She’d always been interested in art back in high school, and I thought a weekend of strolling through these galleries would give her something to never forget. I just hoped that I was right.