“Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted, digging the fingernails of her other hand into my shoulder as she held on tight. “Yes, love, yes!”
My balls drew up tight and I felt my release barreling through me as I slammed home one final time. My body went rigid, then jerked as I felt ropes of cum shooting into the rubber.
As I pulled out moments later, I decided I was going to talk to Ella about ditching the protection and going bare. As soonas I could breathe and had enough blood flowing back to my brain to be able to string a coherent sentence together, anyway.
Later, after we had cleaned up in her too-small shower, I climbed naked into her bed, pulling her into my arms. She settled her head on my shoulder, and wrapped an arm around my waist, and I knew that this was how I wanted to end every night. Ella was it for me. My person. My other half. My soul mate.
I’d spent the last two decades being absolutely fucking positive that finding love just wasn’t meant for me. I supposed I should be shocked to find out I was wrong, but surprisingly I wasn’t. I’d known she was different from the second she’d pointed that damned knife at me and threatened to filet my dick. Every moment I’d spent with her since then, whether we were fucking, fighting, or just talking to each other, had shown me just how different she was. I just hadn’t quite been ready to admit I was falling in love.
Now, I just had to figure out how the fuck to tell her. I also had to hope like hell that she was falling in love with me too. I remembered the endearment she’d used earlier. She’d called me “love”, and I wondered if there was any chance she’d meant that literally, or if that was just something she’d said in the heat of passion.
Then I remembered her telling me about the last man she dated, who she’d broken things off with when he moved too fast, and developed feelings that she didn’t return. That thought had a ball of dread forming in my stomach. It would be a twisted kind of karma if I was the only one falling here.
“Are you OK? I can almostfeelyou thinking,” she teased quietly. I chuckled and held her tighter.
“I’m more than OK, sugar. I’ve never felt better in my life,” I assured her, brushing aside my worries for the moment. Remembering the incident with the rubber, I knew we needed to talk about our medical histories. I was actually surprised she hadn’t asked.
“I’m sorry about forgetting the rubber for a second, El. I swear to you that I’ve never gone ungloved, except in the very early days of my marriage. I’ve wrapped up every single damned time since then, but I still test regularly, just to be safe. Always been negative. I had a vasectomy when my sons were toddlers, so we’re safe there, too.”
Ella’s arm tightened around my waist, and I wasn’t sure if it was the because I reminded her about the rubber, or because I mentioned sex with Christy. Either way, I felt like I was fucking this up. I shifted so that I was facing her, then tipped her head up so I could look her in the eye.
“It’s been about two months since my last test, but I’ll go again this week, just so you have no doubts that you’re safe with me. I’d love to go bare with you, sugar, if you’d be comfortable with that.”
“I tested every month for six months after I found out Clayton had been cheating on me. I was on the pill, and we never used condoms, so I was terrified he’d passed something on to me. I don’t know if he always used protection – I didn’t bother asking, because I wouldn’t have believed him anyway. Luckily, I was always negative, too. I’ve insisted on using them with the men I’ve been with since and have tested after each relationship ended. I’ll get tested again, too, so you can see current results.”
My jaw had clenched as I tried to fight the images in my mind of her with any other man. I was so focused on controllingmy surge of jealousy that it took me a second to realize what she was saying.
“So, you’d be OK going without protection with me?” She nodded, and I felt my dick perk up at the idea. Jesus Christ, at my age, I normally needed a little longer to recover before being ready to go again. I had a feeling that with Ella, that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Thank fuck, El. I can’t wait to take you with nothing between us.”
A few minutes later, Ella proved that she was getting just as horny thinking about it as I was. Since I didn’t have any more rubbers with me, she gifted me with the absolute best fucking blow job I’d ever received, and then rode my face until she was screaming my name and coming all over my beard again.
I ended up spooning her all night long, with one hand cupping her tit and the other palming her ass. It was the best night’s sleep I could ever remember having.
I woke up the next morning, and it took a second to realize where I was. I reached for Ella, only to feel a cold, empty mattress next to me.
I sat up and threw back the covers, then made a quick stop in the bathroom to take a piss and gargle with some of the mouthwash I found in the cabinet. Walking back into the bedroom, I snatched my pants off the floor and pulled them on. I’d left my duffle bag downstairs, so they would have to do for the moment.
I pulled my cell phone out of my pocket and realized that it was still early, not quite seven o’clock yet. I knew Ella was working from home again today, but I wasn’t sure what time the kids were expected back. Hopefully, not until I was fully dressed in something other than last night’s clothes.
I quietly opened the bedroom door and heard the faint sound of music coming from downstairs. There was also the scent of bacon in the air, and my stomach growled as if on command.
I headed downstairs, coming to an abrupt halt as I rounded the corner into the kitchen. Ella was standing on her tiptoes, reaching up into a cabinet. She was wearing my discarded dress shirt from last night, and nothing else. The shirt had ridden up, exposing the lower curve of her bare ass, and I had the urge to drop to my knees behind her and take a bite.
I must have made a sound, because she glanced over her shoulder and smiled at me before setting two plates on the counter.
“Good morning, love. I hope I didn’t wake you,” she greeted me. I crossed the kitchen and reached for her, immediately lowering my head for a kiss.
“I like that,” I told her once I released her lips.
“The kiss?”
I chuckled at her look of confusion. She was fucking adorable.
“Well, that too, but I was talking about you calling me ‘love’. It’s different. I like it.”
She flushed, looking pleased. “My Gran was from England, so I heard that sometimes growing up. It just sort of slipped out last night.”
