Dress up is likely one of the most exciting things about Halloween (other than maybe wielding sharp blades and hacking into pumpkin flesh). I love putting on a new identity at my mother’s annual costume party (which is in a few hours!) and have been everything from Elsa to Carol from The Walking Dead! (tonight its a black cat, because its raining like Hell out there and I’m too old to be freezing my a$$ off). But here was one of my husband and I, on a party night the weather was more forgiving:
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“I have not.”
“You have,” Lacey accused. “Is there someone you go to, the nights you leave here?”
“You know there is not, at least the way you mean. There is no woman in my life save you.” I took her hand. “I would not want another.”
“Then why have you never tried to kiss me?” she whispered, coming closer to touch me on my shoulder. “Or put your arms around me? Is it because I am older?”
“We are the same age,” I replied, letting my eyes caress her lovely features. “And you are beautiful to me, Lacey. I just don’t want to lose what we have.”
“But we can have more, if you wish it.” She leaned up on her toes, and kissed me on my lips.
I was taken aback by her brazenness, but the warmth of her lips on mine was intoxicating. I lost myself in the kiss, then surrendered to her completely. Taking her in my arms, I kissed her throat, her cheeks, her face, her lips. My desire, so long dormant, raged to be sated. I picked her up, and carried her upstairs to her bedroom, pushing open the door with my back.
I lay her on the velvet coverlet, and began to undress her slowly, kissing every inch of newly revealed skin. Delighting in her supple legs and soft bottom, which I had fantasized about but never seen, I finally tossed the last of her undergarments aside, reveling in her delicate lace and cotton bralette and small panties.
I pulled off my shirt, tearing it in my haste, then I was on her, touching her, my fingers moving beneath the cloth to cup her soft breasts. Lacey let out a low moan, her back arching. The sound galvanized me, my single thought to be inside her, to possess her.