Lucy's Boo

Chapter 7

Walking across the heated marble floors, I can see the steam coming from the frameless shower. I am still recovering from the blitz attack that just took place in the bedroom. Talk about unexpected. You would think that with him being so much older, that he wouldn't be as creative. Boy was I wrong! Irv is standing in front of me. The muscles of his back perfectly chiseled, not showing any signs of aging. His ass...round, firm, and tight. He steps into the shower.

"Come." 

The sound of his voice is instant lubrication. As I step into the shower, Irv grabs my hands and pulls me closer to him. He turns sideways so that the both of us are standing under the gentle rain coming from above. I tilt my head back, closing my eyes, and absorb the heat of the water falling onto my bare skin. I can feel Irv turning me slightly so that my hair is under the water. He fingers through my curls. I bring my head back forward, my gaze meeting his. I could get lost in his eyes. Crystal clear whites surrounding the honey brown center. 

Mesmerizing. 

Bringing his face down, his full flushed lips meet mine. It starts off soft, and then the heat of his desire for me comes through, and I give the same in return. Both of us devouring each other, tongues exploring the depths of the other's mouth. 

So much heat. So much passion. So much intent. 

We don't talk much about our day to day lives, yet at this moment it seemed as if he needed me just as much as I needed him. We both wanted to escape into the other and forget about all that was going on in reality. He continues to use his lips, kissing my neck and breasts. 

"It's my turn." It was a thought in my head that I must have said out loud. Irv stops and looks at me. 

"If you insist."

I take the washcloth that is beside him. I lather it. The smell of ivory fills the already steamy room. I begin at his neck, and make my way to his chest. A godly creation he is. His smooth light-brown skin looks edible. I continue to wash his body, appreciating the man in front of me. Never once has he taken advantage of me, or faulted me for my way of thinking. 

Always accepting. Always accommodating. Always willing to teach. 

Even though our times together are usually filled with high pitch moans and sweet body juices, he allows me to vent and express all of my deepest feelings. 

"Turn around please." I motion Irv to turn so that I can wash his back. He stands under the water, rinsing all of the ivory soap off of his now freshly cleansed skin. After he is done, he grabs another fresh wash cloth from the rack. Using the same ivory soap, he lathers and begins to wash me. His hands are like magic to my body. Every touch sends a pulse to the inner most parts of me. Irv positions himself behind me after I rinse off. Wrapping his arms around me, we begin to slowly rock. I can feel his erection growing. We rock to the faint sounds of Luther Vandross playing in the background.

It feels so good to be held like this.

I decide that it's time for me to show my appreciation for him. I slide his arms from around me, turn towards him, and drop to my knees. In one quick motion, I submerge his loveliness with my mouth. I can feel his body tighten. His erection stiffen. I let my mouth work. It pulses, and a small bit of honey is deposited onto my tongue.

"Mmmm." The deep rolling sound of pleasure tumbles from his mouth.

I suck. Increasing the speed. Making sure to alternate between hand and mouth. Irv grabs the back of my head. Usually I am not a fan of this, but because I was so into it, I didn't even care. I take him all in as if I have never had him before. I want to drive him crazy the way he does me. I want to be unforgettable.

Faster. Faster. Faster.

The sounds coming from Irv let me know that I am on the right track. More honey spills onto my tongue. 

"Come for me. I want you to come for me."

Harder. Faster. Griping. 

"Come for me. Come for me."

I can feel him begin to vibrate. He's close.

"I'm...about...to...AHHHH!!!!!"

Irv falls backwards, bracing himself against that wall as he explodes all of himself into my mouth. 

With his hand on his forehead and a smile on his face, Irv finally speaks. "s**t! Damn you woman."

I giggle and stand. One final rinse from the now cool water, I grab my towel and step out, leaving Irv to gather himself. Standing in front of the mirror, I gaze at myself. On the outside, there is this mixed, slim thick twenty something year old female, with curves that could pull the most sophisticated CEO in the city, drawing him in with these blue green eyes, and dirty blonde curls. Inside, a woman who is afraid of her future because she has no clue what it holds for her. I can feel Irv's finger tips running across the small of my back, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look at him through the mirror and give him a sweet smile. I reach over and hand him the oil off the bathroom counter.

"Mind rubbing some of this on my back?" My voice is low, sensual. 

"It would be my pleasure."

Taking some of the oil, he rubs his hands together. He begins to rub my back, starting at my shoulders and settling at the lower end. Then he grabs my hips, forcing me to lean forward. I spread my legs apart, just enough to allow myself to completely bend over, laying my chest on the vanity. Irv continues to massage the oil into my back, paying close attention to my shoulders and hips. He grasps one ass cheek while playfully biting the other.

Blissful.

While being distracted by the sorcery of his hands, I fail to notice that Irv has now gotten on his knees. His hands cees from rubbing my back and are now spreading my cheeks apart, opening me up like a flower to reveal my now pulsating center. I can feel the heat of his breath as he gets closer, collapsing his lips around mine.

"Ohhh." I yelped.

He begins to munch on my p***y from behind. I thought getting your p***y ate felt the same no matter how or what position it was done in. 

LIES. Holy s**t!

His tongue tricks felt as if he was writing his name over and over on my c**t, humming quietly adding a vibrating accent to this already miraculous experience. He lifts and spreads my cheeks more.

Did he just lick my asshole??

He is tonguing me down. Moving from my front to my back. He introduces two fingers into my dripping wet center. He caresses my insides while his mouth is introducing itself to my asshole. Never in my life did I EVER consider there could be this much pleasure from anal stimulation! 

"Uh. AH!!" My moans bouncing off the walls in the bathroom. I can feel myself building to the point of release. Just before I get ready to cry unto the heavens, Irv stands, takes my leg and puts it up on the vanity. He makes sure to push me back down, creating a deep arch in my back. He grabs my hips and plows into me.

"OH! My! GOD!!" I scream. Over and over. To hell with the people around us!! He f***s me!! f***s me like he was going to make sure I never walked straight again. I scream louder. I see the sweat beads forming on his forehead. With every thrust, his grip on my hips gets tighter. He takes one hand and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling my head back and forcing me to watch him in the mirror. His face is focused. Determined. I am on the verge of tears. 

CLAP. CLAP. CLAP.

 Sounds of my ass smacking against his pelvis as he gives me all of himself.

"Harder! Irv!! f**k me Harderrrrrr!!" 

I think his new nickname should be Jack Hammer...

My legs start to quiver, I was no longer breathing; I was panting. 

"Come!"

One simple word and the skies opened. I come hard and fast. Not once, but twice. He follows suit. 

"I can't take anymore. I'm done. See my white flag!!" I said between gasps for air.

Irv is standing there, hands on his hips, proud of his destruction, leaving me in ruins. He assists me as I attempt to stand up straight. My ears are ringing, I can't see for s**t, and I am pretty sure my legs are no longer underneath me.

"Yea. No. I'm done." I gather the strength to stand up, turn and face him.

"Pleased, Meredith?" he says as he bends over to kiss me.

"Words can't even explain what I feel right now."

"Hungry perhaps?" he says, raising one perfectly trimmed eyebrow.

Bracing myself of the vanity, I look towards him, "Very."

It's about 9:30p when we are finally dressed and ready to go. We get into the blacked out Audi A8 and head towards the city lights. We arrive at Oceanaire, one of Atlanta's premier restaurants. Irv dressed in his finest, gets out first. He opens the door and helps me out, assuring that I don't flash anyone walking by.

"For my eyes only." 

We walk into the restaurant. The hostess already knows who he is and escorts us directly to our table, which sits off in a secluded corner towards the back. The lighting is dim. Aromas of culinary greatness fill the air. Our waiter comes over to take our drink orders. He orders his usual and I order a Patron and Red bull. I have got to get some energy from somewhere. I am used to passing out after our sessions and waking up to the smell of food, not getting dressed and having to go get it.

"Cheers." Irv raises his glass.

"And what are we toasting to?" I ask as I raise mine.

"We are toasting to you for getting one semester closer to graduation, and to me for giving you the best d**k ever." My blush is instant.

"Irv." I said shyly.

"You can't talk like that here. Have some class." I wink.

We smile at each other.

Clink.

The waiter comes back over to our table. I order the shrimp scampi and Irv orders steak and lobster. Time seems to stand still as we eat and talk about what has happened over the past few months. I tell him what happened with Mario and Sasha. A look of distain comes across his face. I've never seen jealousy in Irv until I meet Mario. He told me from the beginning that he didn't care too much for him, but if he made me happy, then he would stay out of it.

"I'm sorry he did that to you. He's an asshole and you don't need to spend anymore of your time thinking about a BOY who doesn't appreciate you." I can see him clinching his teeth. Wow. He is actually bothered by this. How sweet.

"Listen. I have to go close on a merger my company is doing in Paris."

"Paris huh? That sounds like a memorable trip."

Irv puts his fork down, and wipes his mouth with his napkin.

"I want you to come with me. I would hate to make a trip like this alone, and I honestly can't think of anyone else I would want to enjoy it with other than you."

Instant butterflies in my stomach. Paris. Me. Irv.

"Wow. Really! Me? You want me to go to Paris with you? I mean, I would love to, but I have school and I don't have my passport yet." I try not to sound as alarmed as I am feeling.

"Yes. The trip isn't until April during your Spring Break. Gives you plenty of to get your passport. Just fill out the paperwork and I will take care of the rest."

I look at him confused and surprised.

"So, is that a yes?" Irv resumes eating his steak.

What do I have to lose? A trip to Paris with a man that treats me like a queen whenever we are together. I'm single. I might as well.

"I guess so, but I can change my mind right?" Feeling the need to insert a safety clause.

"Of course."

I release a bit of the tension I was holding in my shoulders, and lean back into my seat. I pick up my now third Patron and Red Bull and take a sip. I am full and tipsy.

"Feeling good over there, Meredith?" Irv has cleared his plate. He sits undressing me with his eyes.

"Irv, I feel amazing. Today was phenomenal and much needed. I can't thank you enough for forcing me to be with you this evening."

Irv reaches across the table and grabs my hand.

"Meredith, I don't know what we would call this between us, but know that I will always be here for you and will do anything for you. All you have to do is ask." He gives me a wink. I stand up from my chair, lean over the table and give him a kiss.

"That is very sweet and I appreciate all that you do for me." I sit.

"Oh, and I would call this between us friends with benefits."

 Irv closes out the check and we make our way outside to our car. Irv helps and he gets in behind me. He wraps me underneath his arms, and I burrow my head into his chest. Moments later we were back at the hotel. We get to our room. I kick my shoes off and crawl onto the bed. Irv takes off his shoes, loosens the belt to his pants, and climbs into bed with me. Exhausted, I curl into him, resting my head in his chest, and wrapping my legs around his. He holds me close. The most safe and secure feeling I have had in a longtime. He brushes the hair out of my face and kisses me on the forehead. We are both lulled off to sleep by the sounds of the city, me dreaming of nights under the Eifel Tower.

city.