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The night in New York seemed calmer than usual. There were no sirens crisscrossing the sky, nor endless car horns stuck in traffic jams. From Olivia's tenth-floor apartment, the illuminated city stretched out, but she seemed distant enough that the night had an almost intimate, almost domestic atmosphere.
Ed Tucker had arrived minutes earlier, bringing a bottle of wine he had bought on the way. She opened the door with that discreet, half-smile that always disarmed him. She wore a light, dark blue dress that left her shoulders bare. Her loose hair fell naturally, and her lips were covered in light lipstick.
"You arrived early," she said, making room for him to enter.
"I didn't want to keep you waiting," Ed replied, raising the bottle. "I brought wine, and I hope it's good; the guy at the store assured me it goes well with pasta." Olivia chuckled softly at his obvious anxiety.
"You didn't need to worry so much, Ed."
He closed the door behind him, already feeling that atmosphere that was so much like her: cozy, but not excessive, books stacked on the coffee table, photos discreetly framed on a shelf, the smell of garlic and tomatoes cooking coming from the kitchen.
"It's wonderful here," he said, looking around. "I smell home."
"I hope that's a compliment," Olivia replied, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, of course it is."
They went into the kitchen, where she was stirring a pot of sauce while the water for the pasta boiled. He offered to help, but she declined.
"You're my guest. Just open the wine, please."
Ed took off his coat, hanging it carefully on the coat rack, and then busied himself with the bottle, trying to appear relaxed, but inside he was nervous, a nervousness that couldn't be explained simply by being at a dinner party. They had been dating for a few months, their dates punctuated by long conversations, lingering kisses, walks side by side. But there was a line they hadn't yet crossed.
He knew Olivia was patient; she had never pressured him, never made him feel ashamed of his own hesitation, but he felt the weight of this delay, as if he were indebted. He was almost fifty, a husband and father of three children who were now independent adults, but in that more intimate dimension—that of desire, of surrender—he felt like a beginner.
His ex-wife, who had passed away a few years before, had been a loyal companion, but sex between them had never been more than a formality, rare, almost always lacking spontaneity. He had learned to conform; they had sex at least once a week, and almost always the only objective was to maintain the routine of their marriage. When he became a widower, he thought that part of his life was over for good. Until Olivia.
Now, watching her move naturally through the kitchen, talking about the most recent case she had investigated, laughing at a curious detail Fin had told him, he found himself thinking about what it would be like to truly touch her body without barriers, without fear, and this thought made his heart race in an almost youthful way. He was in love, hopelessly in love, and he wanted to show it.
Minutes later they dined at the table near the window, where she had placed discreet candles. The pasta was delicious, but Ed barely paid attention; he observed her gestures, the way Olivia held her wine glass, the way she tilted her head when she listened attentively.
"You're quiet today," said the brunette, resting her elbow on the table and looking at him. Ed took a deep breath, uncomfortable with her perception.
"I'm... just thinking."
"Thinking about what?" He smiled slightly, afraid of looking like an idiot.
"About how good it is to be here." Olivia narrowed her eyes, as if trying to decipher something, then leaned in a little more.
"Ed, you don't need to be afraid with me." He lowered his gaze, stirring his glass.
"It's not fear, exactly... It's just that... it's been a long time, longer than you imagine."
"I know," she said firmly. "I'm not in a hurry." She was aware of where she was, she knew he was extremely inexperienced in the sexual realm, and she even found it cute; it was good to provide a man with new experiences, especially when you were a mature woman.
After dinner, they went to the sofa, each with a second glass of wine. Olivia took off her shoes, leaning back comfortably, and Ed did the same, still a little stiff. They talked about trivial things: his children, now adults, who were scattered between different states; Lisa had just bought a house in Orange County; Luke was in his last semester of law school; and Louise, the youngest, had decided to drop out of her chemistry course in the first semester. The brunette listened attentively, always asking something more; she liked to know about her stepchildren, and well, she hadn't met them personally yet, but Ed said they were eager to.
"You speak of them with pride," she said at one point.
"They are my greatest achievement," Ed replied. "Three children, three different paths. I think if I've done anything right in life, it's that."
"You've done very right," she said, smiling.
Olivia placed the glass on the small table, leaned closer, and with a sudden decisiveness, cupped his face in her hands and kissed him deeply.
Ed responded, but initially still restrained, as if afraid of crossing a line. But she didn't pull back; on the contrary, she intensified the kiss, her hands sliding to his neck, then to his chest. He let out a sigh, surprised by his own reaction. When she naturally climbed onto his lap, Ed stiffened. His hands hovered, unsure where to land, his accelerated breathing betraying the tension.
"Liv..." he murmured, almost in protest. She pulled her lips away, but kept her forehead pressed against his.
"Darling, look at me." He obeyed, his blue eyes fixed on hers, full of hesitation, but there was something more, there was desire.
"There's nothing wrong with feeling shy, but I'm here, and I want you."
Those words hit him like a shock. It was so simple and so impossible at the same time. He, who had spent a lifetime controlling every aspect of his own routine, who had learned not to expose himself, was facing a woman who not only wanted to break through his barriers, but did so delicately, without forcing.
Ed finally placed his hands on her waist. He felt the firmness, the warmth, the life pulsing beneath the fabric of her dress. The gesture was shy, but Olivia smiled against his lips, as if it were the most important victory of the night.
They kissed again, slower this time, but with more surrender.
"You don't need to prove anything to me," Olivia whispered between kisses. "You just need to be here."
He pulled her closer, his hands still firm on her waist. Olivia placed kisses on his neck, and he groaned shyly. The brunette rubbed against his lap and felt his powerful erection pressing against his pants; she could tell he was quite large.
"Liv, darling," he could barely remember the last time he felt pleasure, but she was hot against him, and all he wanted was to be inside her. "I..."
"Ed, we can stop if you want!" She knew his limits and didn't mind going slowly for a while longer.
"No, I... can we go to your bed?" That was another thing she knew about him; Ed didn't have sex outside the bedroom, something she intended to change, but not today. If they were going to have sex for the first time, it would be his way.
She stood up and guided him to his room. The older man closed the door and pulled her into a slow, provocative kiss. His tongue was eager. Olivia tugged at his shirt, her eyes lingering on his defined abdomen.
"Wow, that's quite a sight," she saw the blush rising to his face. Ed snapped out of his daze and pulled her dress up; the fabric had bra-supported cups, so she didn't need a bra. Seeing her round, firm breasts, he almost drooled.
"You're beautiful." His eyes wandered lower, seeing her intimate area covered by lace panties. They were obscenely small, but made her even more beautiful.
He promised himself he would never compare Olivia to his late wife; both were incredible women, each in their own way. But he couldn't stop thinking about how much of his life he had missed, the pleasures he had never felt. Ed was aware that Olivia was more experienced than him, and she had been open about things they could do together.
"Hey, tell me what you want!" She was excited just by the anticipation of what they would do; it had been months of a slow dance, and now she was eager to have him inside her.
"I... I've always wanted to know what it's like..." she smiled at how shy he was, "I've always wanted to know what it feels like to suck a woman," and that surprised her. He could have asked for a blowjob, anal sex, crazy positions, but she liked that his first move had been a quest to please her.
"Oh... are you sure?" The older man nodded. Olivia then lay down on the bed and pulled him into a kiss. Ed responded expectantly, his large hands roaming over her body as she sighed with pleasure. Ed pulled her panties down, the brunette lifted her hips to help him, despite his nervousness he was aroused, still fully dressed his erection seemed painful.
"Love, you can take that off!" She unbuttoned his pants and took the opportunity to touch him over his underwear.
"Liv... let me touch you first," she smiled and lay back down. Ed finished undressing and lay on top of her, his underwear making contact with her intimacy and they both groaned.
The older man caressed her with his fingers, feeling how wet she was, Olivia groaned and kissed him again. Ed's kisses traveled down her neck, her breasts, and soon he reached her lower body.
"Beautiful..." instinctively he ran his tongue along her entire length, her taste was so sweet that he felt intoxicated. "Tell me how you like it!"
Olivia adjusted her hips and ran her hands through his hair, gently caressing the short strands.
"Here, run your tongue over my clitoris, not too hard or too fast." He followed her instructions and slowly ran his tongue over the swollen bud. Initially, it wasn't pleasurable for him, but the more he caressed her, the more pleasure Olivia showed, and that was enough for him to almost ejaculate in his underwear. "Keep going exactly like that..."
He dared to try new movements and sucked on her clitoris while penetrating her with two fingers. This made her arch her body and cry out.
"So good, I'm going to come." Ed just kept up the rhythm. It wasn't long before she squeezed his fingers and he felt her taste invade his mouth in greater quantity.
Olivia pulled him up when everything became very sensitive and kissed him, tasting her own taste on his tongue. Her hands went down between them, and Ed sighed as he felt her touch his penis. It was so big and thick that for a brief second she thought about giving up. How was that possible?
"Darling, if... if you don't stop, I'm going to end up embarrassing myself." They both laughed, and he adjusted himself so he could get rid of his underwear. Olivia turned around and opened the bedside table drawer, from which she took out a condom and a bottle of lubricant.
Ed smiled and took the condom from her hand, he stroked himself a few times, and then put the condom on his member. The brunette sighed in anticipation, her body preparing to receive him inside her. The older man sensed that she was nervous too, and he knew it was because of his size; this had to be good for her as well as for him.
"Hey, do you want to be on top? I think it will be better for you," the brunette smiled and nodded. Ed sat on the bed, smearing his penis with lubricant. Olivia sat on him, the older man held her by the waist and took advantage of the proximity to suckle her breasts. This was another thing he liked; Patty always said it wasn't pleasurable for her, and Ed stopped insisting.
"Ed..." she slowly lowered herself, feeling her body widen to receive him. It was good, a little painful, but good.
"God, Liv," he groaned hoarsely and delicately kissed the valley between her breasts. "Relax."
Olivia lowered herself completely and trembled as she felt him fill her. They both remained silent, the younger woman lying on his chest and slowly beginning to grind against him. Ed moved his hands to her buttocks and gripped them firmly.
"Damn, Ed." They both began to move in sync, the man seemed simply hypnotized by her, by the movements of her hips, by her swaying breasts, but it was the sounds she made that drove him crazy.
"It's incredible..." Olivia smiled. He seemed shy when speaking in these moments, but she knew Ed clearly had things to say.
"Tell me, baby, how does it feel to have my pussy on your cock? Is it as good as you expected?" The older man smiled and lifted his hips.
"Damn... you're so tight, so hot." Olivia placed her hands on his abdomen and increased the movements, rising and falling rapidly. "Damn, Liv," he flipped them over and got on top.
She pulled him into a deep kiss as he fucked her quickly. Ed increased the pace even more, and she felt like she could faint from pleasure. For him, it was even more exciting; it was the first time in almost eight years that he had sex, and more than that, it was the first time in his life that he had felt such great pleasure from it.
"Baby, I... Ed, I'm going to come."
"That's it, darling... I'm so close." Her eyes rolled back in pleasure, and he ejaculated into the condom the moment she reached her climax.
"Heavens!" Olivia pulled him closer and stroked his back. She was fulfilled; the sex had been incredible, but knowing that she had given him a different experience made her even happier.
Ed withdrew from her and quickly went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. While he was gone, the brunette realized how much she was in love. Ed was incredible, a kind, loving, dedicated man, and that was what she wanted. It took a while, but she had the man she had always dreamed of.
And when he returned, she was lying exactly the same way. The older man smiled, went to the bedside table, and grabbed another condom.
"Can we do this again?" Olivia couldn't say no.