#breavement

She wiped her eyes. Keanu pondered a moment then simply did what felt right. He went to her, wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back - “it will feel better in time you know that don’t you?” he whispered. He felt her shudder and knew she’d started to cry. Then he added: “Your grief will always be the same size and sting like hell but your life will grow around it and cushion you. Like it must have with your mother. It will still come back and bite you of course and surprise you when it does but less often in time. Time is all you can give it, just time. “ He was gently rocking her now from side to side - Keanu could feel his shirt getting wet by her tears but her breathing was calming. She felt lovely to him, pressed up against him and, he couldn’t help it, an erection started to bloom. He pushed her away slightly, embarrassed and wanting to prevent her from noticing but she pulled him back to her and looked up into his face. “Claire, I’m sorry, l.....” he stammered

“Shhh, she replied “Make love to me, please. I, I just need some human contact and comfort tonight. I need to feel alive, to feel, err la tendresse - how do you say that in English?”

“Tenderness” he said softly “Claire, I don’t know if it’s such a good idea, the last thing I want to do is hurt you and ......”

Just for tonight, I’m not asking for more” she pleaded. 

His expression softened, he breathed out gently then lent down to kiss her, gently cupping her face with his left hand. Her shoulders, that had been tensely hunched, relaxed and he thought that maybe this was what she needed after all. Instinctively, he knew that he could please her with his body - it was actually his heart that he was more worried about breaking than hers. During the time they’d spent together in the past 3 weeks, he’d felt his affection for her growing. He wasn’t sure just how much of that was being fuelled by the sympathy he felt for her in her grief and how much was affection for her as a person.

Their kiss deepened and he moaned into her mouth as her hands dropped down to stroke his buttocks. Breathless, he pulled back and said in his deep velvety voice, “let’s go to bed” He led her by the hand to his room as there was a comfy double bed whereas Claire was sleeping in her old child’s bedroom with only a single bed.  The room was softly moonlit as the shutters were open and a warm breeze was blowing outside. Keanu took her in his arms again and looked into her eyes “You sure you want to do this?”

She nodded ‘yes’ and drew him down to kiss him again, their tongues met, gently circling each other as she raised her hands to his chest, started to unbutton his shirt and smoothed her hands over his warm hard chest. His own hands went behind her now seeking the zipper on her black dress.  She broke away from his kiss and turned to allow him to unzip her. She stepped out of her dress and Keanu unhooked her bra, sliding the straps down her arms. He sucked in his breath as she turned back to him, letting the bra drop to the floor - she was truly lovely - the soft curve of her breasts, a firm but slightly rounded belly, shapely legs - all completed a pleasing picture. When she undid her hair from its bun, letting it fall over her shoulders he groaned and hurried to finish undressing himself. She did the same and then he scooped her up into his arms and laid her gently on the bed joining her lying on his side. “Tenderness” he remembered, lightly stroking her face, neck, shoulders and arms before kissing her softly at first, just closed lipped before she opened her mouth inviting him in. They lay kissing and stroking for several minutes before Keanu’s fingers trailed down to her pubic hair, playing with the soft hairs he found there before she arched her hips, inviting him in. Warm wetness greeted him eliciting moans from them both as passions flared.

His fingers were light as a feather, sliding up and down her slit then softly circling her clit using the slickness he found there to ease his movements. She started to breathe harder and faster “Keanu please” she pulled on his shoulder encouraging him on top of her, but he resisted

 “No wait, a condom” - he got up from the bed and rummaged in a case which he’d shoved in the corner. He always had condoms unless he was in a relationship, but he really hadn’t expected to need any on this trip hence leaving them in the case. Once equipped, he returned to her side on the bed.

 “Sorry sweetheart he said kissing her softly - now where were we?”

 “You were right here” she murmured kissing him back and placing his hand on her mound. Wanting to stir her back to passion, Keanu pressed the heal of his hand down against her clit as he fixed her eyes with his, gauging her reaction. Her eyes widened and she once again pleaded with him

 “Keanu, now, now, take me now”

 She spread her legs open and he quickly rolled over her to position himself between them. His hard on was hot and huge - he didn’t think he’d last long.  He reached down to stroke her cheek:

 “I’ll go slow he reassured her, just tell me if I’m hurting you ok?”

 She nodded, reaching down to jack his cock and guide him into her aching pussy.

Keanu was as gentle as he’d promised - as he entered her, her eyes widened and she sucked in her breath so he went very slowly, letting her get used to the feel of him, kissing her languorously, swirling his tongue around hers. He felt her gradually open to him and grow wetter with each thrust - the heat of her tight pussy drove him on though he held back from the pounding he would have given her in other circumstances.

 Her need for “ tendresse “ as she called it and comfort kept his movements gentle, making their lovemaking last longer and the build up to orgasm more intense. As Keanu started to feel the pressure and tingling sensations grow, he pictured himself as an unsteady vessel at the top of a waterfall, ready to crash down to oblivion on the rocks below. Claire was breathing even more rapidly now - her pussy felt hotter than ever and she began to moan loudly. Keanu tried to hold on, almost afraid to let go. He felt like it wasn’t just the orgasm he was expecting to crash over him but the weight of a deep connection that he’d known only a few times before in his life, but he clearly recognised now. It was what he’d been afraid of when he said to Claire that maybe they shouldn’t do this, but it was too late for regrets now. He told himself that he should just live in the moment and share the comfort of release with her in the here and now. Reaching under her bottom, he pulled her up so that he was as far inside her as possible and then angled himself to ensure maximum pressure from the base of his cock against her clit.

 “Oh god, oh god, yes, yes” Claire screamed and he felt the spasms of her pussy pulsing around him for a good minute which was enough for him to crash down over the waterfall too. He came with a guttural grunt followed by a long low moan, finally showering her face with soft kisses.

 Still inside her, he cupped her face and smiled a smile of great tenderness.

 “Do you feel some comfort now, some “tendresse”? Do you feel a little better?”

 She returned his smile and nodded. For a moment it looked like she wanted to say something else but, whatever it was she chose not to.

 “Good” he said rolling onto his side “do you think you can sleep now?, I know I can!”

“Yes, yes but can I stay here with you, will you hold me tonight?”

 “Of course”

 She turned away and he laid his arm over her and spooned behind her.

 Despite what he’d said about being ready to sleep, he struggled to drop off, remembering the strength of his feelings while making love to her.  If all she wanted was one night’s comfort, he’d done his job and would have to overcome those feelings but he felt like he’d possibly be letting go of something really special. But if she felt he same way (and he had an inkling from what he’d seen in her eyes that she might have felt the connection too) then what? Could they make it work with a 20 year age gap? He didn’t know if she wanted children but from the conversation they’d had at the restaurant over the salad leaves, he’d guess at yes. How would that work? Would she want them with this old man? Would he want them with her?

Looking back, once he’d got to 50, he’d basically written off the idea of becoming a dad, feeling that he was too old to change and that it wouldn’t be fair on the children themselves to saddle them with what he saw as such an old parent. And he’d not had a girlfriend in any case so it had seemed academic. But if there were someone asking him to have kids with her, who didn’t see his age as a problem, then what? “Slow down buddy you’re jumping the gun” he realised. He fell into a restless sleep.