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“Ah, I see,” I answered. “If you give me ten minutes in the bathroom, I can solve that conundrum for you.”
“Go.” He pointed to the door.
I spun on my spiked heel and swung my hips to the bathroom.
A moment later, he aligned himself at my back, one hand crossing my chest to wrap around my throat, tipping my head back against his pec. The other flicked open the button of my pants and delved inside. With his lips busy at my neck, and his fingers barely brushing my clit, my orgasm rose fast and furious, my hips bucking against his hand as he groaned in my ear.
He held me through the tremors, planted one last kiss against my temple, then pushed me toward the bathroom.
I barely recognized the woman staring back at me from the mirror. Her hair lay tousled around her head, laying evidence to the fact a man’s hands had been in it. Her eyes shone with light and desire. Her mouth, puffy from his sweet kisses, had settled into a soft curve, that hint of a smile indicative of her happiness.
She carried herself with confidence. Exuded sensuality. Radiated peace.
I’d never seen her before.
I raised my hand to the mirror, touched my forefinger to hers and promised, “I will know you better.”
I pulled off my boots, peeled off my pants, and freshened up before putting the boots back on.
The mirror showed me exactly what Lucky would see. Black and purple bustier, purple lace panties, thigh-high boots.
I swung the door open and stalked across the room just as I stalked across the stage: owning it. Prepared to make him beg.
He dropped to his knees, tossed me on the bed, and buried his face in my pussy, not releasing my thighs until I shattered around him. I’d come twice and he still hadn’t broken.
What followed was a battle for dominance, the end of which found me on my knees in only my boots, face pressed to the mattress, wrists encased in Lucky’s calloused hand as he bottomed out inside me and stilled.
Leaning over my back, he braced one hand beside my head and pressed his lips to the nape of my neck before leaning down to my ear, his voice low. “This body? It’s mine. I’ll dole out your pleasure as I see fit. You want to top? It’s by my pleasure you do that. You feel me, baby?”
“Yes,” I whispered, my body shaking with the need for release.
“Good,” he grunted.
“I never imagined you’d be like this,” I admitted as he pressed gentle kisses to the side of my face.
“You and me both, but you bring something out of me. You make me a different man.” He trailed kisses over my shoulders and licked a line over my spine as he righted himself. “You make me want to be a better man. A stronger man. Your man.”
He slowly eased out then ground back in, rocking against me. Deep inside, swelling to fill me, he took me to a place where I could not see or hear, the rush of waves in my ears rendering me incoherent with pleasure, my entire being centered around his body joined to mine.
So close, but I needed his touch at my clit.
He spoke. I didn’t understand but tried to answer.
I heard his deep, satisfied chuckle, then his finger found my need and circled gently, gathering wet from our joining. He rocked harder against me, pulling noises from the woman in the mirror that I’d never heard before.
The fire roared through me, and my eyes flew open. My back curved like a bow as I sobbed out my release, Lucky’s deep voice murmuring love and encouragement before setting my hands on the bed, grasping my hips, and taking his.
Lying back, he arranged me over his chest and lightly stroked my back. His chest rumbled with laughter.
I smiled and mumbled, “What are you laughing at?”
He snorted, “Retirement age.” Then pressed his lips against my hair, and I knew no more.
It was an excellent night. Listening now with the morning sun peeking through the blinds, I could just make out Brayleigh’s big voice coming from the backyard. I had bubbles for her. I had something for Lucky, too. I swung my legs over the side of the bed to hit the shower and head outside.
Lucky lay on his back on the grass, sunglasses shielding his eyes as he served his body up as a human trampoline.
I eased myself into a lawn chair to watch them for a moment. I think, the first thing I’d buy when I moved in, would be new lawn furniture. And a playhouse for Brayleigh. One of those plastic ones with the rounded edges.
