Standalone Night.

This is a snippet of what I hope is to become an actual erotic novel. I'm still hammering out all the details, but this was something that was begging to be write. Hope you all enjoy it. ^_^ Feedback would be appreciated.
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I don't know why I felt so nervous. Wasn't I the one who initiated this whole thing? The one that gave the suggestion? It wasn't logical that here I stand, clad only in my jacket, feeling as if I was going to be hurt. He stood behind me, waiting for me to disrobe. I felt him place his hands on my shoulders. I froze.

"Are you having second thoughts?" he asked. His tone of voice surprised me. He didn't sound angry or in a rush.

"I... don't know...." came my voice, small and weak. "I'm just... afraid..." His hands wrapped around my shoulders, his face nuzzling into my neck.

"Do you want me help you... loosen up?" His deep, gravely voice was like velvet caressing my ear. I shivered, feeling my skin blossom in thousands of little bumps.

"Yes.... help me, please..."

He kissed my neck gentle, his tongue lightly dabbing my skin. I couldn't help but place a hand on his face, needing the extra contact of warm, living flesh. One of his hands slid down my body and to the curve of my buttocks. I felt a quiver of shame pass through me from being touched in such a personal place after so long. His fingertips graced the sensitive flesh. One finger felt up and down the crease of my cheeks, then it came to the opening of my vagina.

I gasped loudly. My shyness was about to overwhelm me. But he held on to me, kissing my neck and fingering me. I hated the prude that I've become from such a long time of loneliness. I so wanted to do this. I so wanted this man...

His finger pushed in slowly and my inner walls resisted him at first. But in no time I began to get wet. I could feel my juices dribble down my legs and all over his hand. The thought if it was so arousing. He gently pushed me up against the wall, so he could get better access to me. His finger went in deeper, and my walls clamped and stretched to accommodate his whims.

"See, that wasn't so hard. Now was it?" he said, his finger still teasing me.

"Yes....it feels so good...."

He continued to wriggle inside me, making me spill more and more of my juices. Then he pulled out of me slowly. Before I could say anything, he went down on his knees and started to lick me clean. I had to claw at the wall, it felt so amazing. I could hear him moaning deeply in pleasure. It was a sweet symphony to my ears. I thought back to when he had told me that he had been without companionship for a long time. I found that so hard to believe. He was being so kind and careful with me. How could anyone not want this man? The fact that he had to be at least 40 years older than me hadn't occurred to me.

"W... wait a... minute." I tried to say with a lack of breath. He stopped and looked at me as I turned to look at him. "What about you?" He looked confounded for a moment, unsure of what I meant.

"I want... to... to help you too..."

His face was a mix of disbelief and anticipation. To show how serious I was, I unzipped my jacket and let it fall around my feet. His gentle eyes were greeted by my naked body. My large breasts, my flat stomach, my shaven womanhood. I swear, he looked like he was about to cry at the sight of me. Maybe it was the fact that I was giving myself to him like this, maybe it was the realization that he would be able to know another flesh again.

Either way his eyes began to tear up and he wrapped his arms around my waist. He kissed my navel and cried. I felt so strongly for this man. He wasn't just some dirty old man who liked you women, he was a genuinely lonely soul who needed comfort and love. Just like we all do.

"I'm all yours..."

"Thank you..." he whispered. "Thank you so much..." he began to stand up, kissing me as he went. He placed two light kisses on each breast, and a line around my collar bone. He then took my lips in his. I couldn't remember the last time I'd kissed like this. This wasn't an empty, loveless kiss that meant nothing to either of us. I feel that he was trying to tell me that if things were different, we could be together. And as I kissed him back, I was trying to tell him the same.

"Get undressed..." I told him. He broke the kiss and did as I had said. In no time, he was as naked as I. His body was so different from the young boys I had been with been with in my past. He was muscled, but they weren't the muscles that were made from hours on a Bow-flex and bottles of steroids and diet pills. His were made from years of working outdoors, from taking care of himself not for vanity reasons.

I curled up to him and inhaled his scent. He smelled wonderful. His small patch of chest hair was soft and curly and felt lovely against my skin. I slid down his torso and back down to the floor. There I was greeted by his hard erection. It stood proudly against others I had seen before. Tentatively, I took it in my hand and started to lick the head. Each lick brought out a little more of his pre cum, and I made sure not to waste a drop. I then took the whole head of it into my mouth and started to suck him in earnest. He moaned and put his hands on my head, enjoying this long forgotten sensation.

"Harder... please..." he begged me. I put a little more pressure on his cock, squeezing it gently with one hand and cupping his balls in my other. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling it slightly. But the pain only added to my arousal. His testicles tightened in my hand, and I prepared for his release. His hot seed sprayed down my throat and I swallowed every bit of it. He cried out something that I didn't catch, but that was alright.

I licked him clean and feel back onto the carpeted floor. He looked down on me with a deep, smoldering look that I knew to well. He wanted to do it now. He was as ready and wanting as I was. I reached over to my jacket and felt around in the pockets. I found the condom I was saving for this moment. I held it to him with begging eyes. He saw it and understood. He took the condom from me and opened the plastic covering. Slowly, in a tease that was certainly working, he sheathed himself into the polyurethane protection.

I laid back on the carpet, holding me legs open for him. I wanted him to take me, to show me tenderness and love like I had never known. He got down on his hands and knees and kissed me again. His hands took my hips and he guided himself into me. I felt the delicious squeeze of my vaginal muscles around his manhood. Ooh, I'd forgotten how good this felt. I cried out when I felt him completely sheath himself in me. My breathing became labored, and he started to move in and out of me slowly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck as he quickened his pace, plunging into me harder and harder each time. His face was a mixture of perfect control and animal lust. I kissed and nipped at his neck, causing him to moan and growl into my ear.

"Ohh, I'm coming. I'm coming..." he whispered horsley.

"Wait... I am too... wait for me..." I begged him. He grind his teeth together and hissed, trying to hold himself back.

In no time, I felt my orgasm peeking. I dug my nails deep into his shoulders and released myself. As soon as he felt it hit he came with me. We held on to each other and road out the waves of pleasure that hit us like waves. Spent, I feel back on the floor, to tired to move. I felt him remove himself from me and sit up. He left for the bathroom and returned with a hot rag to clean me up with.

My spirit felt as warm as the hand that cleaned me. What had just happened was so... perfect. Maybe it was because he had been so kind and gentle. I don't know. After he finished, he scooped me into his arms and set down on the soft bed. He laid down beside me, idly stroking my thigh.

"What's your name?" he asked. I turned to him and looked at him with sleepy eyes. His face still wore the gentle expression it had when this whole thing started.

"Gina..." I said with a tired voice. He leaned down and kissed me again.

"I'm Steven."