“Fuck!” I groan as I slam into her. I’m so close, electricity shooting down my spine and my balls tighten. I’m about to come.
I wait until I know she’s there, her chest dropping to the mattress as her arms give out, before I groan, “Mikayla,” my head thrown back as my dick shoots rope after rope inside her. “Ah!” I cry out as the orgasm rocks me.
I give out and she falls onto the mattress, her legs sliding in between mine. I drop to the side and take her with me, not ready for our bodies to separate. I lie with her on our side; her back to my chest. I place a hand between her breasts, feeling her heart pound.
When her pussy squeezes me again, it then hits me like a bull’s horn to the gut about what I’d just done.
“I’m on the pill,” Mikayla says as though she’s able to read my thoughts. “I’ve only been with one guy, and we always used protection,” she adds. “I’ve…”
“I’ve never been with a woman without a condom,” I tell her. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time.”
I almost chuckle. Pamela was the last woman I sleptwith. The two experiences are incomparable.
This… this right here, the passion, the pleasure, the connection—it was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before.
I squeeze her closer and bury my face in her neck, taking in the warm jasmine scent of her.
Even when I was married, I still used protection. It was like I knew subconsciously that my marriage was wrong.
“I’m sorry,” I say, the shock of what I did settling in my mind. “I’ve been thinking about you for so long. I heard you and I lost my fucking mind.”
“Please feel free to lose your mind again in the future,” Mikayla replies, a light giggle escaping her lips.
The sound is so perfect, husky and rich, especially after the most intense orgasm of my life.
“I wanted our first time to be special,” I say, and when I hear it, I cringe inside because I don’t want her to think this wasn’t.
You’d think from my word vomit that I was sixteen and asking out the girl of my dreams for the first time. Except I’m forty and asking out the girl of my dreams, literally. I have been dreaming about her for three fucking months!
“That wasn’t special enough?” Mikayla asks, her body turning to look at me.
The smile is gone from her face as her eyes meet mine head-on.
I place a hand on her cheek and caress it with my thumb before kissing her lightly, her lips like soft clouds pressing against mine.
“I just mean I have a whole day planned for you tomorrow. I wanted to take you out, show you how amazing you are to me before… well…” my voice trails off.
“Before fucking my brains out?” she asks playfully, the smile back in place.
I frown. I don’t want this to be a joke to her. I don’t want this to be a quick fuck.
“What?” she asks, the smile gone from her face as she sits up.
“This isn’t a game to me,” I say, my voice deep, serious.
I’m worried now. Does she not feel what I feel? Being around her, holding her, dancing with her, I want more of it. Everything inside me is screaming at me to hold on to her and never let her go.
Mikayla’s eyes dart back and forth between mine before she reaches a hand over, her fingers lightly grazing my lips.
“I’m not sure what you’re offering,” she whispers, her face flushed.
“I’m offeringme. A chance for us to get to know each other, date, be together,” I say clumsily.
Am I Pamela in this scenario? Fuck, I hope not.
I’m pretty sure if I sayLive with me forever,she’ll grab hershit and run.
“I don’t live here,” she says sadly.
