She’s a downright worshipful cocksucker.
I think I’m in love.
She kisses, licks, and pumps my shaft in her small hand till my whole spine ignites. Lava courses in my veins, and I’m too close for comfort, grabbing the sides of her head to make her stop at the last second.
Fuck.
Thank God she has more sense.
It’s a mix of heady relief and savage disappointment when she pulls away with a parting kiss for my angry, throbbing cockhead.
“Ready for me to put this on you...or should we give it another minute?” she asks with a wink, retrieving the condom from the package.
“You damn well know I am.”
She blushes as my gaze fuses to her, so hot I’m half expecting purple arcs of pure energy between our eyes.
Smiling, she rolls the condom down the full, swollen length of me.
My dick pulses in her hand, leaking with anticipation.
“Oh, you are ready. Imagine that.”
Damn her.
“Hop on,” I bite off.
Grinning with her eyes still blazing, she rises up on her knees and scoots forward, positioning herself above me. I fist her hair the second I’m able with one hand, grabbing at her shoulder, ready to impale her on my cock.
“I get top this time,” she whispers, bringing those lips to mine like an encroaching storm.
“Woman, you can get the moon and the stars as long as I get that pussy right the fuck now.” Growling, I grasp her hips as she slowly lowers, taking me into her slick silk.
She’s hot and thoroughly soaked.
Of-fucking-course she is.
And it just makes me madder to break her in two as she leans her head back, arches her back, and thrusts her tits in front of my face.
“Love the way you fill me, Grady. Oh, God.”
I yank on her hair, twining it around my hand, beginning to shift my hips up into hers.
Ten strokes in, I’m pounding her like an anvil, the delicious clap of our skin filling the silent night.
I grasp her tit with my free hand, rolling her nip in my fingers, urging her to go for the end zone.
“Something I love more,” I tell her, my voice a dull flame. “All of you. I love having you up to my balls like I’ve never loved anything.”
The truth hurts, especially when it rips out of me, but it’s also the hottest pain of my life to put into words.
My hips collide with hers, smacking loudly, our rhythm quickening.
I sink down a little deeper with every stroke, stretching her till she gurgles sweetly, pulling at her hair so I get the whites of her eyes.
Yeah, fuck, no doubt about it now.
This woman was made to take me, take me hard, take me to the stars.
She rises up and twists her hips down on me again, engulfing my length. Riding me like I’m a mechanical bull and I’m happy to oblige.
She’s my chariot, a beautiful, blue-eyed unexpected mess I know I can’t keep.
Trouble is, my dick has other plans, and that greedy cudgel beats me over the head with every stroke, as much as each savage thrust brings her a little closer to nirvana.
A place where we don’t have to worry about Bruce or the kids or the assholes after her.
A kingdom where it’s just me, her, and both of us sealed in sweet fuckery.
Fused and forged and enraptured.
Body, mind, and soul.
And there’s so much soul when her next O erupts, my slashing strokes pounding it out of her. A snarl for her lips tears out of me as I smother her under my kiss.
Give it the fuck up, pretty darlin’.
Give it all up for me.
She does, and beautifully.
Every whimper falls against my tongue like she’s autumn wind and drifting bright leaves personified.
It’s so unfathomably hot I’m near my limit.
So I just grab on, letting the pleasure put me to work, lifting her fully onto the bed and laying her down. My cock slides in and knows it won’t stop till we’re both satisfied, spent, exploding.
The inferno at the base of my spine is an urgent throb, a war drum, beating through my entire body as I slam into her, begging to be let loose.
Her eyes are doing that pre-orgasmic oh-my-God-I-can’t flickering thing again.
She grasps my biceps with both hands, holding on as I show her what it’s like when these hips go to eleven.
The friction is an earthquake where we’re fused.
Her tightness, her heat, her butterfly moans are the most sublime pleasure known to man, but watching her face, knowing she’s getting crushed as much as I am...
Holy fucking shit.
My climax is imminent, just as hers reaches fever pitch.
I jerk her down with a fist back in her hair, pinning her to the mattress, ramming in so deep my balls slap her ass.
She’s only seconds ahead of me, and the way every darling bit of her convulses tells me she’s coming like she never knew she could.
My release kicks like an angry mule, winding me up, turning my groan into one big, dark feral echo of the fire lashing out my balls.
We ride the pleasure tide together.
Consumed.
Destroyed.
Rebuilt.
Wave after wave after brutal fucking wave that tears us out of our bodies, joins our hearts, and power slams us back into ourselves.
It goes on for an eternity till I learn a whole new meaning of drained.
Damn.
Then she collapses on my heaving chest, all warm curls and sighs, tucking her head under my chin. Almost like she needs to feel safe from what the fuck just happened.
That makes two of us.
After I roll off the condom and tie it shut, tossing it in a nearby garbage can, I fold my arms around her.
It’s bittersweet holding her, unsure if I’ll ever find the words or the inspiration to describe just how amazing this is, and knowing she deserves to hear it.
I’m also not sure we’ll survive when it ends—and end it fucking must, sooner or later.
“Not bad. You’re not half bad, Grady McKnight,” she tells me with a smirk, tracing a teasing finger down my chest.
Her coy tone makes me laugh.
“You’ve had better? Bull. I know I haven’t, and I’m older than you.”
“I mean...” She pauses, her eyes flashing with laughter. “Not in this lifetime. I think it was like, a couple thousand years ago when I was Cleopatra...”
“What-the-hell-ever,” I growl, smiling anyway, giving her a long, solid hug, then kissing the tip of her ear.
One thing’s for sure: I’ve never been this addicted to a woman, and I’m astonished I’m already hard again this soon.
“Want to give me round two? No Roman boy ever laid it on like I’m about to,” I warn her, tugging at her bottom lip with my teeth while my fingers roll her nipple.
“So much tough talk but...fine. I thought you’d never ask,” she whispers, her hand already sliding down my thigh, hot and eager to get started.
Okay.
Shit.
Last night was the kind of go at it till we’re boneless incredible that only happens once in a blue moon—and good thing too or I’d be six feet under—but I have to admit the morning is a close second.
Waking up next to Willow and watching her sleep, makes me think about just how perfectly she fits in my arms.
In my life.
Before she showed up, I hadn’t even known I’d wanted that, much less how much my daughters needed a woman younger than Aunt Faye and Joyce in their lives.