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She lets out a drawn-out chortle. “No need for dramatics.” She works her top off, her breasts on glorious display for me. “Is this better?” she teases.
I push myself forward, bracing my weight with my arms, and begin to nip at her breast. “Much. Fucking. Better,” I reply between kisses. I trail down her body, sucking on her ivory skin. So much beautiful, fair skin, and I want to lick every inch of it and maybe bite it a few times too.
My tongue works its way down her torso, landing on its final destination, at least for now. Her squirms begin to pick up when I find her engorged clit.
“Dom, yeah, oh, yeah, right there.” Three fingers enter her, starting at her G-spot. Sandra begins to buck, and I place my body closer, ensuring she can’t move. I want to watch her, but my need to taste her overrides my want.
I lift up just enough for her to hear my words. “Come on my face, come all over me.”
Her whimpers turn to unbridled moans, telling me how good it is, and with each yes, I know we’re just getting started.
I lick every part of her release, and her essence—just like I remember—is like no other.Sandra McDonaldis like no other.
“We’re not done yet, Rosso, not by a long shot.”
She’s sated, her long red hair framing her face, her eyes closed, coming down from her high.
“More orgasms?” she asks.
“Yeah, baby, more orgasms.” Her smile widens as she opens her eyes. I reach for her hand, interlacing my fingers with hers.
As tired as she’d acted in the living room, she pulls me at my collar and brings me to her. I'm still not able to allow her to be the aggressor.
“I’m the one that brings you to me.”
The way her lips purse and her eyebrows draw together shows me she doesn’t totally understand. Right now isn’t the time to tell her about my childhood, the reason I demand the upper hand, and the nightmares that call themselves Mom and Dad.
“Then bring me to you, baby,” she responds, and her reply is cute, sweet, and hot as fuck.
I tug her arm toward me, since she’s naked and there’s no clothes I can use to pull. In the sliver of moonlight that plays through the broken shade of my bedroom, she’s perfect, absolute perfection. No one would ever believe she’s forty. In fact, she had to whip out her license the night we met to prove her age to me, because I had called bullshit.
Dipping my head to hers, I peck her on the lips. It’s tender because she deserves more than rough and fast.
“You deserve to be treasured,” I whisper, swiping my hand across her cheek. “I’ve wanted this, you and me. And yes, I can admit it now, I was hoping to make you jealous with Jenna.”
Her lips turn into a grin. “I knew it. But why not call me?”
I’d not expected to get into this right now, and I don’t want to. “Would you accept that it’s complicated, with a promise to tell you anytime but right now?”
“Anxious?” she asks.
“So fucking anxious, Rosso.”
I bring her around the bed, placing her on her stomach. I straddle her back, kissing her neck with soft bites all the way down her body. “I love this body, and fuck, your ivory skin. This is the canvas I want to worship.”
There’s a reason I’m stretching this out for both of us. The longer the want and desire, the stronger both our orgasms will be.
“I’ve missed the way your pussy was made for my cock.”
She whimpers, my hands caressing her back. I move down her ass, with my hands rubbing both cheeks. Her moans pick up, and the beauty in her voice is a turn-on. I rummage for a condom in my nightstand, placing it near my head once I feel the familiar foil package.
I push up on my knees to roll her over, my eyes focused on her cheeks. Leaning over her face I kiss her like I’ve yet to kiss anyone before.
I pull away hesitantly, moving to my back. “Straddle my waist.” She does as she’s told. My cock is ready, so fucking ready for her. But, I watch her, and she watches me. We may be silent, but our eyes are talking to one another as my hands dance up her stomach, and toward her large and rounded tits.
My fingers twist at her tits, and she tosses her head back, and the only noise is her moans. She quickly rights herself, her attention back on me. Her hand touches my cock, right in front of her pussy. And her touch is like no other. It’s tender but as she handles the tip, using pre-cum as lubrication, her strokes up and down are purely erotic, as her eyes stay on mine.
“Do I have permission to sink down onto your cock?” she asks.
