AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The innermost compartment—yes!—he may have sworn off dating but at least he hadn’t cleaned out his wallet.
He tore open the package and slid the rubber on. Even their tense exchange did not dampen his enthusiasm.
As he approached, he caressed her hips again, circling her ass, teasing her inner thighs, returning to her pussy, just as wet as when he walked away a moment ago.
She shifted her hips backward in his direction once more and he entered her slowly, giving her a chance to expand around him. Past encounters had taught him not to rush. He wasn’t likely to be cast in any porn flicks, but he wasn’t small either. She surprised him with a cry and thrust backward to take him in.
468. 467.
His balls slapped against her as their speed increased.
502 . . . 242?
She lowered her shoulders and head to the bed and used a now-free hand to rub herself in small, circular motions. She moaned, and he held fast to her hips, penetrating her even deeper.
It was delicious. She was delicious. Hot and wet and tight and . . .821. . .
But it was too late. Watching her, feeling her, it sent him over the edge.
“I’m there,” he warned.
And so was she.
Her breath hitched, a little gasp, and she squeezed around him rhythmically as though drawing the climax out of him, contraction by glorious contraction.
After, they lay quietly as her breathing returned to a normal pace, she on her belly, the tops of her feet dangling over the edge of the bed, her forehead resting on her hands, while he turned onto his back, leaving an arm’s length between them.
He resisted the urge to touch her while he considered what to say. He didn’t want to think about her with other men given what they had just done, but he wanted to talk about her condom comment, about not caring.
If he remembered right, she was a couple of years younger than his forty-eight years; she had a long sex life ahead of her.
But then he remembered how she held her finger to his lips earlier, asking him not to speak.
He would find another way to address it. If he learned anything in the last hour, it was how words were only one of many ways to communicate.
What she did shortly after certainly conveyed the message.
She turned over and drew her legs up so her knees were bent, then slid two fingers into her pussy. Her lack of inhibition with him, her hunger and urgency, they surprised and aroused him, aroused being a woeful understatement.
Watching her fingers glisten with her wetness each time she withdrew them—if he didn’t just come, he would have gotten hard in record time.
Her back and neck arched, her movements sensual but uncontrived, making her seem present in a way she wasn’t all night.
Please, allow me.
He got up from the bed and knelt in front of her. He watched up close as her fingers moved, the sounds causing him to wish he could direct enough blood to his cock for a second go. But he wasn’t a spring chicken; he needed a bit more time.
Instead, he pressed his thumb against her clit and circled. Using his other hand, he inserted his finger with hers. She moaned as her head tipped farther back as they pleasured her together.
He turned his hand so he could feel his way along her walls to that pad of sensitive flesh, stroking it with light but consistent pressure.
She whimpered in time with his movements until the individual sounds came together in a long moan.
Her hips bucked off the bed and she cried out, but he stayed with her, continuing the pressure and the motion, stroke after stroke after stroke as she squeezed and released again and again around their fingers.
He tried to take hold of her free hand, to hold it while she came, but she moved it away.
Understood.
