Sucking

It was a new text. 'Come over now. Platonic beer. I need you.'  I had enough change for the bus. I showered.

Upon arriving she plied me with drink upon drink, calling the Italian barmaid by name and demanding two more 'for the tab'. I'm surprised we made it back to hers.

It had been two months since last we met. She was still glamourous, this older woman. She still had the dirtiest laugh and a way of speaking so full of vitriol and mock that you weren't quite sure.

She asked me to show her how to cook.  In a bag in her fridge she had a lovely tuna steak, thick and fresh, accompanied by a bag of tiny ice beads to keep it cool. I marinaded it in a Teryaki mash-up.

We fucked on the couch, BBC 6 music playing as was her wont. She mocked me, that time in her van, when all I could muster was BBC Rado 2. This was, 'three times better and thrice the funk', apparently.

In the bedroom, she asked to sit on my face. For a dominant kink, it was said with almost hesitant query. It was why I came, why I always came, time upon time.  I shuffled down to let room for her knees.

She fellated me as I was rimming her. She'd never sucked me off before. I know she likes me but I told her she needs to sort her life out first. Her flat is lovely though.

She shivered on the side of the mattress; cooing, 'don't touch me. Don't fucking touch me' if I tried to cosset her. Convulsing and curling like a prayer to her body.

We fucked again a moment later, I found her big toe in my mouth and sucked on it. She always seems so clean. It's not something I'd ever done before yet here it was, so spontaneous.

I dressed and said I'd better go. Each time we meet we're more inclined to like one another. I kissed her deep and long and told her eyes she was beautiful. She thanked me later in a text.

I wish I was her.