“I love you too, Bella. Let me put it on for you.” She turned and shivered a little as I carefully put it around her neck and managed the delicate clasp. Then Olivia turned back to me to show how it rested on her chest. “It’s beautiful, like you, my dear. Go look in the mirror and see for yourself.”
Olivia bounced up like she was half her age and rushed to the mirror in the entranceway. She looked at herself with the new pendant, turning from side to side, admiring how the gem reflected the light, glowing on her brown skin. “Querido, it’s so lovely. Thank you, my love. So much.” She came back and kissed me repeatedly as she sat back down, snuggling into my arms.
“My pleasure, Bella. Oh, I have something else for you.” I picked up my guitar case, which I had near the couch, and I took out the instrument inside, a beautiful Martin natural wood grain guitar that I had for more than ten years. i tuned it up and then I played Your Own Special Way, a love song by Genesis that I hadn’t played in more than 20 years until I practiced it the night before. As I sang for her, Olivia shared a soft smile and leaked a small stream of tears. I was prepared and had a box of tissues out for her to dry her eyes.
When I finished I told her this could be a special song for us, something I rarely played for Eva. Olivia just nodded her head and went back into my arms. “I didn’t get you anything, Querido, and you gave me two such lovely gifts. I think I even like the song more, because it is from your heart. Something beautiful beyond words.”
“You are beautiful beyond words, Bella. In every way imaginable. I really do love you.”
She just moved closer to me, her head right over my pounding heart. Something significant had changed between us, vastly for the better. I knew it was only a matter of time, a short amount of time, before I would ask Olivia to be my wife. When the time was right. I realized her birthday was coming up, June 4.
“Would you share what you’re thinking about, Querido? You’re very quiet.”
“Nothing serious. Nothing bad certainly. I was just thinking about your birthday in six weeks. We should do something, go somewhere special. We could go to New York, Boston, or someplace quaint like Savannah or Charleston, for four or five days. We could make it a big deal. But just the two of us. Your choice, of course.”
“Let me think about it. Right now, I just want to think about this.” Olivia reached into my robe, which was all either of us was wearing, and stroked my cock with an aggressiveness I’d never experienced with her before. She rubbed me like she was milking me, pulling the blood in and getting me hard in almost no time.
I put my hand in her robe and toyed with her left breast. “Someone’s feeling adventurous tonight.’ I said it without any negative connotation, like her husband probably would have given her. I liked her confident attitude, and I made sure she knew it. She got on her knees on the couch, facing me, and her robed slipped off her left shoulder, exposing her breast, Her nipple was long and stiff, begging to be sucked, and I don’t like denying a lady.
As my lips and tongue suckled on her breast and flicked her nipple rapidly, Olivia grabbed the back of my head and moaned “Suck it, bite it, Querido. Please, just not too hard. I need you, my love.”
This was a different side of Olivia. I guessed she was afraid of showing it to me until she felt secure in my love for her. I put that aside for the moment and went harder at her nipple while my right hand gripped the cheeks of her ass tighter than I had previously. She kept reacting strongly, enjoying our new, hungrier level of lust. I was sure as hell loving it. Sometimes it takes a new dynamic to bring out a persons’ true nature.
Olivia got herself out of her robe and straddled my lap, facing me. The look in her eyes was very lusty and her smile had more than a hint of naughtiness. Without saying a word, she lined up her pussy to my cock and slid down as far as she could, almost to my thighs. We’d never had sex outside of the bedroom before, and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. I kept kissing and sucking her small tits with their big nipples, as Olivia started bouncing up and down, grunting loud and breathing hard. Her hands were on the back of the couch for leverage and mine were holding her ass, pulling her up and down in sync with her own thrusts.
“Harder, Jon. Help me move fast and hard on your…cock”. Another first, the first time she used that or any other dirty word in front of me. I wondered what her limits were.
I took a step, a big step. “Yes, baby. I love how you’re fucking me.” Instead of getting offended or showing shock, it was like I put her into the next gear. Olivia cried out and she ground down hard to rub her clit along my shaft. She was very close to her climax, and I wanted get her there. I gave her ass a light slap, not nearly as hard as I would have done with Eva. I was testing the waters.
“Again, Querido! Again!” I smacked her cheek again and Olivia arched her back, thrusting her tit’s into my face, in my mouth, and she came very hard, gripping my cock with her pussy in a way I never felt her do before. She had impressive control down there.
I was incredibly excited myself and I was lifting up off the couch, thrusting up as I grunted on my way to my own powerful climax. Olivia leaned down to whisper in my ear. “Cum, my man. Cum inside my pussy!” That was it for me. Hearing Olivia talk like that was an incredible turn on. I pulled her down while I lifted up and flooded her pussy with my own sticky semen. When I was done, I fell back down to the couch, breathing very hard with a huge smile on my face.
Olivia was covering my face with soft kisses, which I lovingly returned. I gently rubbed my hands over her back and the back of her head, running my fingers through her thick, short locks, a beautiful shade of silver. Then we giggled as we kissed more passionately before she finally lifted herself off me and sat back next to me, very relaxed. This time I snuggled into her soft body. She had a light coating of perspiration and she smelled very feminine, a mix of her natural scent and her perfume.
After a few minutes of peaceful, easy silence, I said “Bella, do you mind if I ask you what happened here? You were a very different woman than I’ve become used to. Not that I’m complaining. I have no problem at all with kicking things up a few notches.” I smiled in a way I hoped was reassuring to her.
Olivia wasn’t shy at all, which surprised me. This woman was a revelation. “Jon, my sweet man. Why don’t we get cleaned up for bed and I promise we can talk about this in bed before we go to sleep. Could you wait that long, Querido?” She gave me a short but tender kiss. I agreed and we went into my bedroom- soon to be our bedroom-and took turns in the bathroom before she put on long silk pajamas and I wore boxers and a t-shirt. We got comfortable and settled in to talk a little.
“Jon, I know you know by now that I wasn’t completely honest about my marriage. It was very hard for me to admit my husband treated me poorly in some ways. I’m a proud woman, after all. In other ways he was a good man. We traveled and after I got pregnant the first time, when I stopped working at the firm, he kept me as a full partner, something most men don’t do, especially in High Mexican Culture. It gave me my own money and some prestige. And while we only had sex in the most basic ways, he did make it good for me. He taught me how to enjoy it, knowing it would make our lovemaking better for him. But the way he treated me when I asked him about oral sex…I knew I could never talk openly, or use dirty words with him. He would have been disgusted with me and never touch me again. At least for a long time. Even with you, I am ashamed to admit these things, Querido.” She didn’t cry but I held her for comfort. “I’m sorry, love, that I didn’t tell you the truth.”