The first orgasm was only a preamble. The older woman held Zafron's hand leading him upstairs and into her room. The couch had witnessed its fair share of their romance but now it was time to go at it where she felt it matterer the most. To her, the bedroom signified everything. And with him, with this young man, with Zafron, in there they were about to start a journey She had no idea of its destination.
She had no idea what her future held in the long run. She didn't even know what would happen after today. But, again, she knew that she loved him, and she was determined to show him.
As she began to kiss him yet again, Zafron's returning kiss was like a frothy wave washing over the sandy beach of her body. She inhaled a long, slow breath to steady herself, her resolve. Pushing all other thoughts out of her mind, she focused on the here and now, on Zafron. She untangled her fingers from his hair and let them explore his body.
