“Don’t stop!” Charlotte cries, making me realize I must have slowed my strokes slightly. I redouble my efforts, panting and groaning as I give her every inch of my cock, so swollen and hard that it feels like the condom must surely explode at any moment. I realize what the crushing pressure means as soon as Charlotte throws her head back and arches her back, her stomach clenching and thighs trembling as her orgasm rips through her. “Right there!” she practically howls. “Roman, right there! YES!”
Her voice and the feeling of her pussy clamping down onto me send me over the edge with her. An orgasm so powerful that it roars through me as I frantically pump my lust into this beautiful woman. Our gasps and cries mingle into one voice, until her legs finally begin to relax and I’m able to stagger a step back from her.
“Oh fuck, Charlotte…fuck!” I mumble, unable to form any coherent sentence to express how incredible she was.
“Wow.” She grins at me from the table, her heels now braced on the edge as she pushes herself up to her elbows. “Holy shit, Roman, that was…it’s been so long I…”
“Hey, you don’t have to say anything.” I smile as I step back towards her and pull her into a sitting position. “You’re fucking incredible. I mean, I already knew we were good together, but I had no idea it would be like…that.”
I’m standing between Charlotte’s spread legs, and I feel her hands fidgeting between us. Looking down, I can see that she’s twisting the wedding ring still on her left ring finger; and when she looks up to meet my gaze, her eyes are glassy with unshed tears.
“Oh shit, Charlotte! I’m sorry. Was I too rough or…” I begin to apologize.
“No, god no, Roman, you were…that was amazing,” she says with a tremble in her voice. “Like I said, it’s been so long…since Adam, you know, and…”
“I can’t imagine what you must be feeling,” I console her as I wrap my arms around her and pull her to my chest. “Hey, you can talk to me about anything,” I try to prompt her as she buries her face against me.
“I should feel ashamed or something,” she mumbles into me. “But I don’t. That was incredible, and I already want to do it again.”
“So do I,” I say as I kiss the top of her head. “We can do that as many times as you want, baby, just say the word.”
“I need to go for now, though,” she adds. “I’m going to go back to your place and try to get my head on straight. God, I’m embarrassed. I’ve never cried after sex before.”
“Hey, you don’t have to run away or be embarrassed,” I reassure her. “I understand being conflicted, though, and I’ll give you some space. I’ll be home this evening, and from there, we can do whatever you want; take this as slow as you want, okay?”
“Thanks, Roman,” she says as she turns her face up to mine, pulling me closer for another kiss. It only takes a moment for our tongues to find each other again; and since I’m still wedged between her spread legs, my wilting cock begins bobbing back to life.
Charlotte breaks our kiss with a giggle as she feels me pressing into her again. “Later, big guy,” she whispers as she pushes me back and then hops down from the table. “Let me go sort myself out, and we’ll talk tonight,” she adds.
“Are you talking to me or him?” I joke as she picks up her dress.
“You’ll find out later,” she winks.
As it turned out, she was talking to him.
When I got home that night, Charlotte greeted me in the kitchen, wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts. When I walked in, she was reaching up to grab some plates out of the cabinet; and from the view I first received, it was very obvious that she wasn’t wearing anything else.
“Hey Roman!” she greets me. “Did you have a good day?”
“It’s been getting better as it goes along,” I confirm. “What’s going on in here? You cook something up for us?” I ask as I try to identify the smell coming from the dining room.
“Hardly!” she scoffs. “I ordered some pasta and had it delivered. I also picked up a pack of Oreos and Twix as an extended apology. So, are you hungry, or do you want to fuck first?”
“I’m sorry?” I choke out as Charlotte approaches me with a grin, grabbing the hem of the t-shirt she’s wearing and pulling it over her head.
“It was a trick question,” she adds as she presses her body against me. “We’re going to fuck first and work up an appetite.”
“I don’t know, I already worked up a pretty good appetite earlier,” I jokingly protest as she leads me into the living room. Laughing, she sinks down onto the couch and begins undoing my pants as I shrug out of my cut and lay it gently on the coffee table. A few seconds later, I have her pinned down, arms over her head and flat on her back, our mouths devouring each other as our bodies quickly find the rhythm they had
