She couldn’t remember ever being this wet before. It was almost embarrassing. She arched up and moaned as he stroked her open and then penetrated her with two fingers.
“Damn. You’re so hot. So wet.” His eyes were almost awed as he gazed down on her naked, writhing figure. “You want this so much.”
“I do,” she gasped, tossing her head helplessly. “I want it... so much. Please. Please!”
She gripped fistfuls of the bedding as he started to pump his hand, fucking her with his fingers until she came hard with a silent scream. She’d thought it was over, but he kept it up, this time pairing it with his mouth on her breast. She came again before she knew to expect it, and this time her scream wasn’t so silent.
Marlowe gave a yap and another whimper from the hall.
Both of them were far too into this to let the dog distract them. Madeline was panting and pink all the way down to her stomach as Ken finally removed his hand and climbed farther up her body so he could kiss her mouth. The kiss was urgent and wet and needy. She wrapped her leg around him again and finally managed to pull off the towel so she could get her hands on his tight, bare ass.
He was hard. She could feel his erection poking into her belly. She wanted to see him, so she pushed him away enough to reach down and take his shaft in both her hands.
He closed his eyes and moaned as she stroked him. It was the sexiest thing she’d ever seen.
It wasn’t long before he pulled her hands away and reached for the condom packet. “We can do more of that later if you want,” he said with a half smile. “It’s been a long time for me, and I really don’t want to blow it too soon.”
She laughed and helped him roll on the condom. Then she pulled him down between her legs. They didn’t discuss positions. For the first time, missionary felt safe and secure, and there wasn’t anything in the world that could make this hotter for her.
He parted her legs and pushed one of her knees toward her shoulder as he slowly entered her.
She made a squeaky sound as he filled her, stretched her. He was big, and she was tight.
“Okay, baby?” His voice was as stretched as she felt.
“Yeah. Good. So good.”
He made a sound of relief as he finished his slow thrust. Then he held himself above her for a minute, breathing loudly and clearly trying to hold himself together.
She was glad of the reprieve since she felt like the top of her head might fly off. After a minute, he kissed her gently. It was unexpectedly sweet.
Then he started to thrust.
She was sure he was trying for a steady rhythm, but he was too far gone. He took her hard and fast, shaking her body and the bed at the same time. It was exactly what she wanted to feel. She huffed out her pleasure as she took what he gave her, and soon she was clawing at his back again as another orgasm started to rise.
He was grunting as he pumped. Sometimes forming words like “Yes” and “Baby” and “Fuck” and “So good.” His eyes were hot and hungry, moving from her face to her jiggling breasts. And the tension in his face and shoulders and thighs tightened until he was shaking with it.
She knew he was close, but it didn’t matter. Because she was already there. Her body broke with the waves of pleasure. The climax shuddered through her with a series of loud, shameless sobs. Then Ken was coming too. Right after her. Bellowing out his release as his body jerked urgently.
When they’d worked their way through the last of the spasms, Marlowe was howling outside the door, clearly believing that a horrible tragedy was happening on the other side of the door when he was unable to get in and help.
They both laughed as Ken collapsed on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, and they hugged for a minute, torn between amusement and the delicious aftermath of their release.
Then he pulled off her, took care of the condom, and limped into the bathroom to clean up. She followed him as soon as she could move, peeing and pulling on her T-shirt and panties as Ken went to let Marlowe into the room.
The dog sprinted around, investigating every nook before he’d reassured himself that there wasn’t an emergency.
Ken led her back to the bed, and they climbed in to lie together for a while with Marlowe sprawled out exhausted on the foot of the bed.
It was a few minutes before he seemed able to speak. His voice was hoarse when he said, “That was pretty damn amazing.”
“Yeah,” she admitted. “I didn’t expect it to be that good.”
He stroked her hair. Her cheek was resting on his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. After a pause, he asked in a casual tone, “So maybe you’ll want to do it again?” His voice lifted at the end, making it a question.
“Yes. I’m pretty sure I will.” She lifted her head to smile at him. “It would be pretty stupid to only enjoy sex like that once.”
His smile broadened. She could tell he was happy.
And that made her happy too.
Four
KEN HADN’T HAD SEX since his divorce two years ago. It was a long time to go without.
He wasn’t exactly sure why he’d waited so long. He’d certainly had opportunities. Because of his position as sheriff, women would often make themselves available to him sexually, but it felt rather skeevy to take advantage of that reality.
He also could have gotten himself a girlfriend or another wife, but there hadn’t been anyone who’d really caught his eye.
Until he’d started noticing Madeline last year.
After that, he hadn’t been able to think with real interest about anyone else.
So it had been
