Page 68 of Rogue Wave

She slipped her hand inside my boxer briefs and wrapped her warm, soft fingers around my erection. Then she dropped to her knees as she worked me free, sliding my underwear down my hips.

The evidence of how badly I needed her was now rock hard in her hand.

My own hands fell to my sides as she licked her lips while stroking me up and down.

She made a soft sound of pleasure before she slipped her mouth over my cock and hummed.

“Goddamn, Hazel.”

I struggled to breathe as she went down on me, sucking and licking like it was her favorite lollipop in her mouth.

“Christ, that mouth,” I moaned, moving my hands to hold her hair back away from her face.

Her right hand worked in tandem with her mouth as her other hand cupped my balls and squeezed gently. I could feel the telltale signs of my orgasm nearing, and I wanted to be inside her when I came.

As much as it pained me, I pulled out of her mouth. I knew she would protest my actions, so I leaned down, scooping her up in my arms.

“Hank,” she giggled as I carried her down the hallway to the bedroom.

“I need to be inside you,” I explained.

“You were inside me,” she teased, bringing my mind back to her mouth working my cock over in the best way.

I dropped her onto her back on the bed and instantly moved my hands to the button on her jeans, divesting her of the clothes that were providing a barrier to the spot I really needed.

Pants and underwear on the floor, I dropped to my own knees and pressed my beard between her legs, rubbing the scratchy surface over her.

She moaned my name. and I continued to brush my beard up and down over her core, knowing this was something that worked her up every single time.

“God, that feels so good, Hank.”

“Time to make it feel even better,” I told her right before I swiped my tongue out over her.

Her legs jerked and then began to tremble as I worked my tongue inside her. I needed her to come now because I knew the moment I got my dick inside her, I wouldn’t last long.

I paused in my endeavor, standing up so I could remove the last barriers.

“Shirt off, sweetheart,” I told her, and she whipped that and her bra off in record time as I, too, shucked my shirt down to the wood floor beneath me.

The instant those barriers were gone, I moved my fingers between her legs, brushing my thumb over her clit while two fingers entered her.

The pleasure-filled sound she made spurred me on even more. I bent my body forward and latched my mouth onto her nipple, drawing it in and flicking it with my tongue.

“Hank.” Her needy pleas and the way she writhed beneath me had me hanging on by a thread.

I was nearly forty years old and this wasn’t my first rodeo, but this woman had my stamina akin to a teenage boy.

I shifted my thumb to stroke her clit, needing to speed this up so I could bury myself deep inside her.

She cried out as her pussy squeezed my fingers tightly, pulsing as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

I grabbed a condom and rolled it over my aching length.

“Hazel, look at me,” I said, needing to see her as I sank inside her.

“I can’t. My eyes are broken. So are my muscles.” She panted those words in between heavy breaths, making me smile.

“Does that mean you want to stop?” I asked, knowing full well what her answer would be.