She got a determined look on her face, and she took a little more than the head in past her full lips. She held still, and I could feel her tongue probing me again, but with more pressure and while she was unskilled, she wasn’t afraid. I moaned and moved my hips side to side, but I didn’t lift off the bed, tempted as I was. I didn’t want her to feel like I was being overly aggressive and forcing more of my cock into her mouth before she was ready. Her right hand held me around the base and instead of moving her mouth up and down, she used her hand to pump me, slowly to start, but soon she was moving it faster and confidently. Olivia used her to tongue to keep teasing all around the crown of my cock and I was shaking, especially my legs. I give her a lot of credit: she wasn’t afraid to use what she knew to make me feel as good as she could.
“Livie, that’s really great” I groaned as my hand touched her head, sharing affection and some TLC. “You’re making me feel fantastic.”
Olivia just smiled at me around my cock, and then she moved her mouth a little, bobbing her head just another inch or so, but she was moving fast and I let myself concentrate on my pleasure. Soon enough, I was feeling that need. I didn’t know how she would react to tasting my cum, so I warned her. “Bella, I’m almost there. Almost ready to cum…” She didn’t stop, didn’t pull away. When I cried out that I was cumming, Olivia tried to take it in her mouth and swallow, but she gagged after the second spurt and while her hand kept jerking me, she pulled away with a small cry of her own. By continuing to use hand, she got me all the way through my climax. Was it the best orgasm of my life. Hardly. But she tried and I could tell she was the type that would get much better with a little practice. It was her first blowjob, after all.
But first, Olivia was crying. I forgot about the mess in my lap and I sat up as quick as I could. “Bella, what’s wrong? Did I hurt you or make you feel used?”
“No, Jon. I’m sorry, I botched that. I can’t do things right! I wanted to do something special for you and learn to be able to do this in the future, but I ruined it for you!” She came into my arms and sobbed on my chest as I held her and did what I could to soothe her.
“Please don’t cry, Bella. Look at me, please? Please, Bella.” She looked up still crying but not as hard. Her small breasts were jiggling up and down as her chest heaved and it was oddly erotic. “I’ll be honest with you. It wasn’t the best I’ve ever experienced, but I hardly expected it to be. It’s not like you’ve had a lot of experience. Like everything else, it takes some practice. We all have to learn things about sex, like everything else. You think the first time I gave a girl oral sex, she loved it? She was less than impressed.” I thought back in time to when I nervously went down on Cynthia Roselli, so many years ago, approaching her pussy like I was going to the gallows. She didn’t exactly enjoy my efforts and she wasn’t afraid to let me know about it. “You did make me cum, Livie. So you had to be doing something right. It felt good, And you were so eager to make it good for me. Don’t worry about the ending. We can try again when we want. I promise, I’ll enjoy practicing with you.” She started laughing through her tears.
“I’m sure you will. You’re such a sweet man, Querido. I don’t know why you’re being so patient with me.”
“Because you’re worth it. I like you a lot. I enjoy the time we’ve been spending together the last few weeks. I didn’t think I could feel this way about a woman again. The more we talk and do things together, the more I enjoy being with you. I even sang for you. That’s a rare thing, believe me. Aside from my family, I’ve almost never done that for anyone. My friends here know I play, but they don’t know I sing. And you also are patient with me. It takes time, Bella.” I kissed her and both of us got sticky down below. Olivia laughed a little and then I pushed her over and rolled on top of her, making us both a real mess.
“Jon! That’s so naughty!” She wasn’t offended, not in the least. We were actually having a lot of fun together. It was like a big step up in our relationship, having fun in bed that wasn’t actually having sex. But it was very adult. “I’m very glad I met you, Querido. And I love you calling me Bella.” We kissed a few times before she got up to get us a damp towel (“It’s still your birthday, so you just relax there”). Then we rested together and made a little pillow talk before we called it a night. I pretty damn good night.
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About ten days later I met Olivia’s daughters and their families when she had us all over for early dinner on Sunday. Anita, her oldest, was wary of me; from what Olivia had told me, she was particularly close to her father. But her husband Rodrigo and their sons, Enrique and Jorge all were very friendly. And her younger daughter, Pillar, and her husband Gary and their daughter Jenna were fine as well. Pillar was three months pregnant, carrying a boy. Overall, it was a lovely afternoon/evening and by the end, Anita was opening up towards me.
Over the next three months, Olivia and I became very close. We even took a long weekend to Chicago together to see Rachel perform an evening of Chopin. Olivia had a strong background in classical music, and she knew all the pieces Rachel played. We sat in the third row, both of us beaming at my daughter, who by then had a strong following in the classical world. We could have stayed in Rachel’s condo with her and Tony (and Sam) but truthfully, we wanted to be alone at night. I wanted to find out if hotel rooms brought out something extra in Olivia. They did. We had a great time.
We regularly got together with friends where we lived, plus Larry and his wife Gina, as well as a few friends of Olivia’s. We were an official ‘couple’. And I sang for her often. I was comfortable in her presence, and she loved hearing me go through my various ballads. I sang them all for her. All except one. That one would always be for Eva alone.
I still went to visit Eva’s grave every few weeks. I still loved her and I always would. But as I got closer to Olivia, I was bothered that Eva was becoming less important. I was falling in love with Olivia, but I couldn’t say it to her. And she wasn’t the type of woman to say it first, though I could tell she was feeling it.
One night in late April the situation came to a head. We were snuggled together on my couch after dinner, and we were feeling romantic. We started kissing, gradually getting more and more passionate. But when I suggested we go in the bedroom, Olivia sat up straight and shook her head no. She pulled away and her deep, dark eyes bored into me. “Jon, I need to know something. And I need you to be completely honest with me. Do you think we have a real future together? Do you feel that way about me, in your heart?” Then her voice got a little bit lower. “Jon…do you love me?”
Shit. I should have expected this to happen. It really was inevitable. “Bella, I don’t know how to answer that. I feel something incredibly powerful for you. But I had a great love for a very long time. I still love Eva. I’ll never not love her. And I feel very torn about it. I never expected to meet someone like you, someone I would fall for like this. I hate the thought of hurting you. But I don’t know if I can honestly tell you what you want to hear.” Tears were falling down her face and I was close to tears myself.