"I love you because to me it's more than sex with us, even though that's fucking amazing!"

Jakinda laughed at that but he was so serious.

"When are we getting to that amazing part?" Jakinda leaned in to kiss him. "I mean, sex is always better when you're in love and stuff. Let me show you some things."

He grinned at that. He had been in love before and had his heart smashed into a million pieces. He hoped this would be different with her. There were no guarantees, but he was in it no matter what. Had to take a chance.

"You know we both have work tomorrow," he said as he pulled her dress above her head. "We should have taken the day off because we ain't getting any sleep."

"Um, let's just get started and stop all this talking."

While he wanted to hump Jakinda like a wild animal, he also wanted to take his time and savor every moment with her. Beyond sex, he wanted to delve into their love-making. As an art. And show her he was more than some little kid.

Dress off, he worked on her panties and then her strapless bra. His dick arch up in a curve it was so hard. It was going to bust through his pants if he did not pull them off first. He undid the snap, fumbling a bit trying to pull them down till she reached over and helped him.

"Damn baby, when you simply touch me, I feel the heat from you."

Her soft hands touching him, little jolts to his soul. His dick popped through his boxer briefs, as they kicked away his pants. Her hands immediately went to caress his length while his hands found their way to her breasts, fondling them.

"I don't think we're going to make it to the bedroom," he said.

"Bedrooms are overrated, we can do this anywhere anytime." She started to go down on her knees but he stopped her.

"No, no, no, I need to taste you first."

"But I want-"

"Don't even argue with me. I'm starving for you." He sat her back on the couch, crawled between her legs, spreading them wide and burying his face in her pussy, smelling her then licking her like he was dying from thirst and only her moistness could quench him.

Her moans of passion and her trembling legs urged him to dig his tongue deeper into her depths. Taste so good he wanted to put his whole face inside of her pussy walls. She came like a waterfall on his face, creaming him like he was a glazed donut but they did not make him stop.

She whimpered and twisted so he gripped her thighs tighter.

"Oh! Oh! Nikko!"

She came again and he lapped it up.

"Wait, I want to enjoy you too." She grabbed him by his locs, trying to pull him away from his meal.

He looked up at her frustrated. "Baby?"

"We can do sixty-nine."

"I hate that shit," he said with a snarl. "How do you like eating your meal upside down? Now can I finish?"

He went back to work. Men who did not enjoy eating their woman out he could never understand. If it smelled good and tasted good to him, he was eating as if it was the last supper. Pussy tasted delicious to him. Maybe it was an acquired taste that some would never enjoy, but as for him, it was his favorite thing to do.

When he knew she could not take any more, because he could go another half an hour, he slowly moved away, savoring the last drops. He licked his lips, wiped the cum from his face, and licked his fingers. Damn, he wanted more already, but he knew he needed to stop and not be a selfish lover.

He sat back on the couch and cupped his balls in his hands.

"Your turn."

Jakinda was not shy about sucking dick and so he loved that about her. She readily opened her mouth wide to receive his thick length down her throat. His dick throbbed when it felt the base of her throat. She gagged a bit but kept sucking and sucking, going back and forth on his length.

Okay, next to giving head, getting it was his second favorite thing. Maybe it was because of the person he was with. Jakinda off top had the skills that paid the bills. She was nasty with it, not shy about using her mouth, tongue, hands, and a whole lot of spit. She held the base with her hand as she made sure every inch of him felt pleasure.

Head thrown back, he was in heaven.

What more did a man need? Good sex with a good woman.

It did not take long before he erupted and she swallowed all of him, not leaving one drop. That made her sit back on the couch next to him with a sigh. They both were winded after that.

"You good? You need a drink?"

"Yeah," she said nearly out of breath.

He leaned over to kiss her. "I love you, baby."

Then he got up to grab them some water so they could get back to things. She drank half her bottle of water without stopping. He sipped his, not wanting to get full-on water and wanting to lick on her some more but also wanting to be deep inside of her.

"What do you want to do now baby?"

She sat her water bottle down and then leaned close to him before she straddled on his lap. He was not even hard yet but he knew it would not take much.

"Tell me again why you love me?"

"Because you're perfect."

"Oh, I'm not, but I'll take that. We all have flaws. You're not perfect and I like that about you."

"Then what do you love about me?"

"Because you're different."

She must have meant different from her husband. She had not talked much about him except that he was her first and only and that was rare with people. Her age and never experienced someone else till now. He loved that about her actually. Low body count.

Not that it would have mattered to him. He was not that immature.

"I mean, I wish I would have met you twenty-five years ago." She immediately smacked her forehead after she said that. " I mean...I wish you were the same age as me and I met you when I was eighteen. You know what I mean, right? Like, maybe things would be different."

"Like what?"

"I wouldn't have married young. I would have taken precautions on getting pregnant young. I would have finished college and focused on myself and not given my life to a man or my kids. I love my kids, but I have a life too, right."

"I would never make you give up your dreams for me. In fact, I want you to follow them baby. Now. Nothing or no one is holding you back right now."

"For the first time in my life...I understand that now. Thank you for making me feel that way."

They were supposed to be making love, instead, they were having a deep conversation and he was not going to stop it.

"If we met twenty-five years ago, would we be married?"

She twisted her lips to think about that, and rubbed a hand through his locs. "Would you want to get married?"

He nodded. "With you? Yes. Because I love you and I don't need to shop around and find someone else."

"Nikko, that's all fine and dandy, if, if, if...but for now, we're a decade and a half apart, I have grown kids and I had a horrible marriage and not looking to get into another one."

"Who said I was rushing you into marriage?"

"And do you want kids?"

"Maybe."

That made her move off his lap.

"What?"

"You can't have kids with me so why are you with me?"

He leaned over and touched her cheek. "Sometimes love is enough and all the traditional things people think of when they are in love, marriage, kids, whatever doesn't need to happen. Right now I know I am where I want to be and I do not want anyone else. Baby, let's make that enough."

She cuddled next to him, her warm skin giving his dick the erection he needed.

"I don't want what we have to end."

"Then it won't."

He laid her back on the couch. "Let me make love to you baby, show you we're beyond fucking."