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And then he flicked the tip of his tongue across my clit, and sent my body once more into an erotic state of shock. I was cumming again, unbelievably. The small changes that were happening in my body had heightened every sensation. Forest was very, very good with his hands, and even better with his mouth.
I rocked back, and he quickly secured me around the small of my waist, stopping me from becoming entirely boneless and floppy in the aftermath of so many orgasms.
When I could stand, he led me by the hand to his bedroom, where he located a bunch of clean towels and promptly threw them across the bed. “Here, dry off with me.”
We lay down on the nest of towels, dripping. I plucked one out of the assortment and dried the parts of me that weren’t resting on the bed, then leaned over to dab at Forest, laughing. He chuckled and snatched the towel from me
When we were almost dry I rolled over onto him, straddling his thigh. My own thigh met his still-hard cock. “Do you want to fuck me? Because I want you to fuck me.”
“You’re insatiable. Of course I do. Aren’t you supposed to have psychic abilities?”
I pouted. “Aw, you thought I’d had enough by now? You were gonna be noble and jack off after I’d gone home?”
He gave me a dark smirk then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me upright onto him. I cackled and wriggled, positioning myself above him so I could sit smoothly onto his shaft. I was lubricated enough already, despite the hot tub washing away most of the evidence of my arousal only a few minutes prior, that I slid on perfectly. I moaned as he pushed all the way in. He was big, and I felt full when he was inside me. It had been too long since our first time together.
We thrust in tandem, pushing up and down with my thighs as he thrust upwards, able to lift me off the bed with only the strength of his hips. He grunted as he did, his eyes closing from the effort and then fluttering open to sweep over my body, meet my eyes, with hunger and lust in his.
I, flushed and hot all over, was gratified to see he was at least sweating slightly from the effort, a few beads threatening to run down his forehead, where the first little creases of age were making themselves known.
Each push was sending me more and more lightheaded. I couldn’t keep myself quiet. I was threatening to burst, but I was being kept on the edge by the long, slow strokes. The feeling was overwhelming. And not at all in a bad way. In a very, very good way.
But he was getting closer, I could tell. His hands roamed all over me – my stomach, hips, breasts, back, ass. He seemed to want to touch all of me at once. I traced a finger down his chest to his pelvis, pinched the tender skin between his hips and his groin very gently.
He groaned and shifted his hips for a better angle. And that was it for me: I was done for. And oh, god. Whatever spot he was hitting, I never wanted him to stop.
I bucked and cried out, pushing my hands into my hair and staring up at the ceiling like I was having a spiritual experience. It sure felt like it. My whole body in worship of our connection, flushing with desire and the pure, pure indulgence of consecutive orgasms.
And then he moaned. He was joining me in climax, pushing deep inside as he throbbed and emptied himself, flooding me.
When we were both spent, I fell onto the pile of towels next to him, and said nothing for a while, catching my breath.
“You are quite, quite insatiable, Ria.” His voice was deep and approving. He stroked my hair. Then, in a lighter tone: “Oh, the energy of youth.”
I playfully slapped him on the shoulder, then laid with my ear against his chest so I could hear his heart. His heart rate slowed; his chest, rising and falling. It was peaceful.
But I had to get home.
Reluctantly, I murmured my apologies into his toned abs. “My Grandmother will be sending out a search party if I don’t go back home tonight. Plus I don’t have any of my things with me. Mrs J is gonna have to meet me some other time. Tell her I loved the handwash, or whatever it is she got in for me.”
“I understand. Shall I call you a car?”
“Please.”
At home, I danced in through the door to be met by a shadowy figure, silhouetted against the dim lamp light. I came to a halt.
“Someone was out late.” She flicked the light switch. It was Grandmother. Who knows what she was doing awake at this time. I could have sworn the woman never slept.
“I’m an adult, gran. I can be out late if I want.”
“Of course you can, dear. I’m just interested, that’s all. Keeping tabs on the results of my prophecy...”
I rolled my eyes. “I thought you’d forgotten that already.”
“Oh, I never forget.”
Unfortunately, I couldn’t forget it, either.
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