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  I trailed my fingers over the contents of the heart-shaped box. I looked at him, on his knees, hands tied behind his back with my silk tie. He watched me with those pretty blue eyes of his.

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” I said. “But you have, haven’t you?” I wasn’t certain if that was a question or just a statement. I formed it as a question. I picked up the lube and a condom. Then I replaced the lid on the box. Everything in its place, as my mother always said. Well, pretty soon my cock was going to be placed exactly in the right place.

  I moved back to where Noelle knelt.

  I gazed down at him. I cupped the back of his head and tilted his head back, so he was gazing up at me. “You’ve done this before.”

  “Not just like this,” he said.

  “But you’ve had assignations before. For sex. Just down and dirty sex. One-night stand stuff.”

  He shrugged, but he didn’t look away. He kept staring up at me. “We all need it now and then don’t we? To get us through the day.”

  “You’ve had sex with some of those other men from that dating site.”

  He nodded. No pretense. I was slightly jealous of those other, nameless men. I respected Noelle’s honesty.

  “You’re so damned young and beautiful. You could have your pick of anyone. I’m too old for you. Why did you agree to this?” With me is what I really meant. I realized suddenly that he didn’t have a fantasy summarized in his profile. That portion of the profile was blank. “What is it you fantasize about, Noelle?”

  A ghost of a smile flitted across his sexy lips. “I like someone masterful. In your profile, you knew what you wanted. I like mature men. And I thought, from all the talks we had, maybe you just needed someone to let you out of your cage.”

  I kneaded his scalp as I stared down at him. Such silky, thick hair. I couldn’t help it, I leaned forward and kissed him. He said all the right things, but I wondered how much of it amounted to his fantasy, or to what he assumed was my fantasy?

  He opened his mouth and I thrust my tongue deep inside, tangling with his. God, he tasted good. Clean and fresh peppermint. One of those candies in the box perhaps? Nothing mattered beyond this moment. I leaned up to gaze at him. “You’re delicious. I don’t know exactly why you agreed to this, I don’t know what your motivations are, but I have to have you. Right now.”

  He grinned. His lips were red and shiny from our kiss. I kissed him again, and again. I reached down to grip his cock. I slipped my hand inside his silky panties. With my other hand, I unwound the tie from around his wrists. I didn’t want him bound. I wanted him free to use his hands. I pushed him back onto the carpet, then stretched out over him. I ground myself against him.

  “Is this what you wanted? Did you fantasize about this, Noelle?”

  “Yes,” he gritted out as he ground against me. His hands stroked and kneaded my ass. I stilled him with my grip at the base of his cock.

  He pushed up, and I lifted up and knelt, my hand still firmly locked around his cock. Inside his sexy silk panties. Noelle picked up the condom package I’d dropped when I reached for him. As I watched him unwrap it, I slipped the front of the panties down to hook beneath his balls. I reached behind him to make sure the back of the panties covered his pretty ass. Then turned my attention back to his ruddy, thick cock.

  As he sheathed me, I played with him—his cock, his balls. His tits. I was ready, but so was he. So ready. Then it was me on my back on the carpet, both my hands above my head, arching as he sucked me inside his mouth, drawing deeply upon me. Light drags with his teeth down the length of my cock, his tongue flicking its way back up and around the head, soothing the burn. I couldn’t hold back the moan. I was close to coming.

  He released me.

  “Now you can fuck me,” he said. He turned away on his haunches. He shoved his silky panties down to his thick, muscled thighs, revealing the sweetest ass I’d ever seen. I picked up the tube of lube. He lowered his shoulders to the floor, his cute rounded ass high, his dark crevice so inviting. Soft skin here, shaved. Very nice. I didn’t wait for a second invitation. I spread his cheeks. Such a needy little brown hole. But my cock was needy, too. I squirted the lube into his ass. I used my fingers—two of them—to get him ready for me. Hot little hole. Soon stretched and ready for me. I reached beneath and stroked his cock. Once. Twice. He shuddered and gave a moan.

  I mounted him. I grabbed my cock, notched the head at his opening, and slowly pressed into his tight slippery hole. Wow, what a sensation. A keen edge of excitement boiled inside me. Patience…fuck that. I buried myself inside his sweet ass.

  “Yes, Jeffrey, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  I had a head rush of pleasure that drove downwards like a flash flood. My blood burned in a rush of need as I fucked him. In and out. I rolled my hips, buried myself inside him. I gripped his hips, steadied him. Again. Again. Again. Strong and short, long and deep. My heart hammered inside my chest. Perfect. So perfect. Tunnel vision had me focusing on the muscles in his shoulders, at the strong line of his spine, at the curve of hip to ass, as I rammed into him again and again. Smooth skin, not a mark upon his tanned flesh. Strong, ropy muscles that bunched and eased with each stroke. His grunts of passion echoed my own.

  I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted a man in my life. And for tonight this was real.

  I cried out when I climaxed, my fingers biting into his hips. Pent-up emotion bled from me as I came. It was an ecstasy I’d never experienced before. Nor would I likely ever feel quite the same again.

  Finally, I pulled out and dropped down on my back beside him. “Wow. That was amazing.” He leaned over and kissed me. A deep, wet kiss that sucked deep at my soul. He straddled me, gazing down at me.

  “You don’t think we’re done, right?” he said.

  I slid my hands up over the peaks and concave valleys of his chest, his ribs, his ripped abs. He leaned forward and I skimmed up over his shoulders.

  “God, I hope not,” I said.

  He kissed me again. We rolled, and he was once again on the bottom, and I straddled him.

  “I have to get cleaned up,” I murmured before kissing him with a thoroughness that left us both breathless. It seemed I couldn’t get enough of him.

  “Make it quick,” he said. “I want to fuck you.”

  My libido was already mounting again. I couldn’t believe it. How had I gone most of my life without meeting a man like Noelle? How had I survived without knowing him?

  As I padded into the bathroom to take care of business, with the glare of the fluorescent lights in the bathroom beaming down on me, leaving nothing to the imagination, age reared its ugly head. Wisps of silver decorated my light brown hair. I ran a hand through the longish strands. I needed a haircut. Hazel eyes totally unremarkable in my estimation. I thought of the beautiful young man in the other room.

  We never would have met before. Our ages, let alone our lifestyles, would have precluded that. Timing and destiny and an online dating site, seemed to have brought us together at the right moment, which was now. This moment. It didn’t matter what happened before this night. Tonight was going to change everything, no matter how it turned out.

  I cleaned up and then went back into the other room. Noelle was sprawled on the bed. No panties, all man, displayed for my delight. He held out a glass containing some of the red wine and I hurried over to take it. I sat on the side of the bed. He held out his glass for a toast. We clinked glasses.

  “To us. To tonight,” he said.

  “To tonight,” I echoed.

  He bit into a chocolate-covered cherry. Some of the juice dribbled down onto his chest. He looked down, shrugged, then grinned at me. I took up his invitation. I set my glass aside, leaned forward and licked the sweet juice from his chest, swirling my tongue through the dark pelt that covered his chest. I then zeroed in on a dark nipple and sucked deep and hard, like a babe to its mother’s tit.

  With strong arms, he pulled me across his body and on
to the soft beige covers. He bit into another chocolate-covered cherry and let the juice dribble onto my chest. We shared the shell of the chocolate in a kiss to curl my toes. He licked the chocolate from my lips, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth. Then, slowly, he licked away the juice on my chest, driving me crazy, and then moved lower and lower down my body. His tongue danced over my skin, teased at my navel, before going even lower.

  “You want to fuck me again,” he said. Then his mouth enclosed my rigid prick. I couldn’t believe I was hard again already.

  He lifted my legs. His heavy-lidded gaze glanced up between my legs, then he dipped down and speared his tongue into my anus. I cried out. I couldn’t help myself. A dagger of lusty sensation ripped right through me. He rimmed my hole, teased along the crease. He sucked my balls into his mouth, released them, and rimmed me again.

  I was hot, so hot and delirious by the time he donned a condom it was all I could do to wait for him. I wanted him—I needed him to fuck me. Hard and deep, just the way he’d wanted me to fuck him. He lifted my hips. I felt the sharp anticipatory sensation of the head of his cock at my hole. I held my breath, then released it on a rush. Pushing, breaching, stretching. I gasped when the head popped past the outer ring and wedged inside my channel. Burn, baby, burn. Give me more. I held my breath. I glanced up to see him watching me.

  “Yes,” I managed to respond.

  He sank deeper inside me. I began to tremble with need. This had never happened before. I’d never needed anyone as badly as I needed him right now.

  “Noelle!”

  He pushed into me. Withdrew. Pushed in again. Then again. I watched him. His eyes closed, his head thrown back. He pumped his hips, ground himself into me. Over and over.

  I wrapped my hand around my prick, masturbating as I watched him. I’d never seen anything so damned sexy. He fucked me with a passion so intimate and sexy.

  When he came, his eyes flew open, his pupils dilated and dark, as he seemed to stare right into my soul as he climaxed inside me.

  He dropped down onto my chest and I held him close. I never wanted to let him go. Never.

  “Thank you, Jeffrey,” he said quietly after a moment. He kissed me and then moved to lie beside me. I suddenly felt empty.

  I let him go hesitantly as he lay sprawled next to me.

  “It was amazing,” I said. “All of it.”

  We were silent for a time, neither of us speaking. The loud breathing, the scent of spent sex and perspiration, with a hint of chocolate, cherries, and spirits to the atmosphere.

  It was intimate and arousing. And I still wanted more.

  He turned onto his side and gazed down at me, balancing himself on one raised arm. His other hand settled upon my chest, just over my heart. “I knew it would be good with you,” he said. He traced a heart on my skin.

  I placed my hand over his. He entwined his fingers with mine.

  “You’re not married, right?” he asked. “That was true on your profile?”

  I nodded. “Not married,” I confirmed. “And you?”

  “Not married, not involved with anyone. No time to get serious.” He leaned forward to kiss me. “Until now maybe?”

  I sighed and looked away. “I’m too old for you. This was just supposed to be for one night. No strings.”

  He tipped my head back toward him. “Three months we’ve gotten to know each other. True it was online, and maybe only part of what we said to each other was real, but I feel—” Suddenly he turned away. He got up off the other side of the bed and padded toward the bathroom.

  I wanted to know what he was going to say. I strode after him. He hadn’t shut the door. His head was bent as he unrolled the spent condom. He tossed it away, peed, lost in his thoughts, he didn’t even realize I was standing there. Until he flushed the toilet and then looked up in the mirror, his shocked expression encountered mine in the reflection.

  “What were you going to say?” I asked.

  He shook his head. He moved to turn on the shower. “I think I want more than just this. I’m ready. I never had been before.” He waved an arm toward the other room. “I’m attracted to you, Jeffrey. I don’t want age to get in the way of things. Or maybe you’d be ashamed of being seen with someone like me out in public.”

  I was shocked. I couldn’t begin to know how someone as gorgeous and smart as Noelle could possibly be interested in me. “Eye candy,” I murmured.

  He flushed a deep ruddy hue. “Looks have always entered into relationships with me. And they’ve never lasted. I want more. That’s one of the reasons I took all the other photos off my profile. Eye candy is all I’ve ever been—all I’ve felt like. Superficial. I suddenly realized I wanted more. When I read your profile, I thought maybe…” He glanced down at the tiled floor.

  I think it was right at that moment I started to really fall in love with him. Or maybe it was the next moment, when he looked up at me and I saw so much raw honesty and vulnerability in his expression. “I want you, Jeffrey. When you asked for tonight, I thought maybe I’d get a chance for something real. After all our online conversations, I thought maybe we had a connection. Maybe there could be something more between us.” He turned away and stepped into the shower.

  I followed him. I was afraid, and yet from somewhere I found the courage to follow him. I came up behind him and curled my arms around him as the tepid water rained down on the both of us.

  “You scare me,” I said, then kissed his shoulder. “What I’m beginning to feel for you scares me. I’ve gone all my life without falling in love. I’ve always kept my emotions in check. But you make me want to lose control.”

  His soapy hands gripped mine. He leaned back against me, and it felt right. His young, virile body pressed close to me felt totally right.

  “Can we give it a chance, Jeffrey? Can we try?” He turned. Eye-to-eye. I saw so much honesty, trust, and sensitivity in that look. And yet also a maturity far beyond his years. I remembered our long conversations on line. It wasn’t just about the sex, was it? Did we have a chance?

  I kissed him, tasting chlorine city water and Noelle and possibilities. For the first time in my life, possibilities. He wrapped his arms around me.

  “All right,” I said. I couldn’t help being cautious. Maybe it was an age thing. But there also comes a time in a man’s life when he has to take a chance. Even if it does come later in life. Even if it may in the end be only offering a fleeting sort of happiness. I took a chance signing up for that online dating site. Desperation in the dead of night sent me there. It’s something I never would have done if the aching loneliness hadn’t eaten at me so strongly. And then I never would have met EyeCandy2933. I’d never have known Noelle. “I’m not much of a gambler, I’ve always played things safe. But I’m willing to try if you are. But first, I want to know what your fantasy is. You didn’t share one online.”

  He grinned shyly. Then he peered at me sideways. “I wanted a man who could appreciate pretty silk undies. Your fantasy was the other side of mine. That’s maybe when I first knew—maybe I’d found my other half. Someone who could understand me, inside and out.”

  We kissed, we made love again, we polished off the box of candies. Even the peppermints. Maybe particularly the peppermints. Wow. And when the sun rose the next morning, we were still wrapped in each other’s arms.

  Noelle look over at me sleepily. He placed a hand to my face. “My full name is Marco Noelle Santiago.” He waited.

  I smiled, then turned to kiss his palm. Then I licked from heel to fingertip in a long, slow stroke.

  “What a beautiful name,” I said. I drew in a breath and then released it with a quick rush and a name. “Joseph Jeffrey Mullins.”

  Noelle grinned. “I like it,” he said. Then kissed me, long and deep.

  * * *

  One year and many adventures and revelations later, I balanced several grocery bags in my arms and moved along the corridor toward our new apartment with the items I’d need for our first real Valen
tine’s celebration together in our new home. We’d taken the leap and moved in together just two months before.

  I barely managed to get the door open before stumbling in with bags in tow. Then the first bag ripped and eggs, milk, and sugar tumbled onto the beige tiled floor.

  “Shit!”

  But all that was forgotten when Noelle vaulted my way from the bedroom.

  “Are you all right?” he asked.

  I lost the ability to speak when I saw him. All he wore were red silk bikini panties, his cock prominently outlined against the expensive thin material. They were part of a set I’d purchased at a well-recognized intimate apparel shop, and wrapped and left for him that morning. My cock agreed that they looked perfect on him.

  My mood immediately lifted.

  “You got home early,” I said.

  He grinned sheepishly. “I wanted it to be a surprise. I didn’t want to wait to open the present. I loved the card.” He swung away with a wiggle of that sweet little ass making the little hearts embroidered on either side dance enticingly. “Do you like how they fit?”

  I waggled my eyebrows when he looked at me over his shoulder. “You really want to find out how much I like them?”

  I looked at the groceries and broken eggs smeared across the floor. “Crap.”

  He held out a hand. I set down the other bag and went to him. “Forget dinner, come with me. We’ll clean this up later.” Again he grinned at me, and winked. “We can play dress-up. I’ll be your maid and you can order me around. Will you like that?”

  Did he really have to ask? Dress-up was one of my favorite games.

  I let him guide me into the spacious bedroom, with the king-sized bed we’d chosen together. Red and white candles were lit and placed all around the room, and the curtains were closed. A satin candy box, red this time, sat at the center of the bed on top of the thick green coverlet. So reminiscent of the first time we’d made love for the first time almost exactly a year ago.