Page 79 of Well Aware

I was trying so damn hard not to come that I missed what she was saying until she was pulling herself off of me and taking the condom off of my cock.

“Baby, what are you…” My voice trailed off into a garble of unintelligible words.

I blinked, my hands going to her hips, as she slowly slid me back inside.

I groaned, throwing my head back as heaven and hell settled inside my soul.

Our lovemaking from that point forward was slow and sensual.

My open-mouth kisses along her exposed neck, cheeks, and chin were causing pebbled flesh to well up each place my lips met her skin. I was also counting backward from a hundred while simultaneously clenching and unclenching my toes to keep from coming too fast.

This.

I’d never had this before.

Every single sexual encounter I’d had since I lost my virginity at sixteen had been with a condom. I’d never felt anything like this before in my life, and I was hanging on by a goddamn thread.

“I’m close, Beau,” she whispered into my ear. “I’m so wet for you.”

“Sweet Magnolia,” I groaned, my head once again finding the back of the couch as I lost what little control I had with her words. “For the love of God, please come fast. Touch yourself.”

I felt her hand snake in between our bodies, her finger now circling her clit in quick strokes.

“There,” she whispered. “I’m coming.”

I could tell.

She hadn’t needed to announce it, because I could feel her core tightening around me. She also got hotter and wetter. It was a phenomenon to me because again, I’d never felt anything like it.

I could tell you, though, with utmost assurance, that I was going to be doing this again.

She’d unleashed a monster. One that refused to be put back into a cage.

“I’m about to come,” I informed her, wanting to know what she would do.

She kept grinding her ass against me, making no move to pull me out of her hot, tight core.

“Fuck!” My hands clenched on her waist, fingers digging in way too hard.

But I couldn’t control myself.

Couldn’t do anything but fill her full of me.

Hot spurts of cum left my cock to fill her pussy, making her even wetter on her next glide down.

The orgasm felt like it went on forever, not slowing down until long seconds later where I’d felt like I’d been wrung dry.

Her small body collapsed onto my own, her face turned into the side of my throat.

“That was…”

“Irresponsible?” She snickered.

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But I was more thinking of the best experience of my life. Which is pretty impressive because I’m forty-two years old this year.”

She placed her hand on my throat, her fingers resting against my pulse. “I want to do that, over and over again.”

My fingers finally let up on her waist as I said, “We can. As much as you want. I’ll even quit my job so I can be at your service, twenty-four-seven.”