Fuck but it’s good. I’ve never kissed a woman so carefully before. With the whores a kiss is unexpected, with a civilian it’s something they expect. But now, with my mouth, I’m worshipping her, thanking whatever deity might exist for giving me this chance. I won’t be letting her go. A man my age doesn’t look a gift horse, or woman, in the mouth.
She gives a little moan, pressing her mouth firmer against mine. I tighten my grip in her hair and she moans again. Guess my little vixen likes a man who takes control. Well, I’ve absolutely no problem with that.
Without breaking our contact, I shift until I can lie on my side, the arm I’m lying on is the one I can leave in her hair. Thanking the deity again that I’m ambidextrous, I move my now free hand, pausing to touch the softness of her breasts, then taking a moment to tease those nipples.
My mouth on hers smothers her moans, for which I’m thankful. God forbid we disturb Alicia tonight. Then, my hand continues its downward journey, reaching under her panties, and easing inside. I flick her clitoris, feel her jump, then continue on, easing my fingers between her folds. She’s slick with her own desire. I can easily slip two fingers inside her.
I start to explore, curling my fingers around, knowing I reach the right spot when her eyes open in astonishment. Hmm, seems no one’s found that before. My left hand is positioned as if playing an upside-down guitar. I press my thumb firmly on her clit, and strum with my fingers.
Hell, she must be turned on, or desperate, or maybe it’s my technique, but hell, she tightens, her internal muscles clenching down on my fingers, playing havoc with my dick who’s throbbing with jealousy. I press my mouth down more firmly, smothering her cries as her body convulses. Yup. This old man has still got it.
While her body is still wracked with aftershocks, I bring her down gently, extending her pleasure for as long as I can before she slumps against me.
Only now do I raise my mouth from hers. Staring into her eyes, I see her looking at me in amazement. It was good for her, her body’s reaction doesn’t lie. I’m not looking for praise, I’m just glad I could give her that. I smile down at her.
“That… That was better than my vibrator.”
I snort. Loudly.
“Grumbler, shush.”
“Babe, she’ll just think I’m snoring.”
She stuffs her hand against her mouth, and her body vibrates with laughter. “Do you snore?”
“How the fuck would I know?”
A considering look, then she says, “Don’t you often sleep with anyone?”
“Maybe I have,” I frown, trying to remember. Normally I’m a love-‘em-and-go man. I’ve never been one for intimacy. Mary’s changed me. Tonight, even if I wasn’t here for her protection, there’s nowhere I’d rather be. “Fuck, Mary, with you, it’s just different.”
She analyses my face for a moment before giving a small nod. Then she smiles. “I’m up for another round. This time, I want you inside me.”
“Yeah?” I seem to have a frog in my throat, my voice sounds so husky.
“Yeah.”
“I’m clean, babe. Haven’t been with anyone after I came off my bike. Got tested for everything in the hospital.”
“I’m clean too,” she tells me. “I got tested after the last man I was with out of caution and haven’t been with anyone since.”
I take the fingers that were so recently giving her pleasure and suck her essence from them. She tastes as good as I’d thought, and my dick twitches, giving me it’s approval. My fingers, now wet with my saliva, I lightly circle her nipples, then pinch them. She gasps, and her face flushes.
“You like?”
“It seems I do.”
I’m cataloguing everything, for once wanting to learn everything about the woman beneath me.
“I’m wet.”
Her words make me grin. “Already know that, darlin’.”
“I’m ready.”
Torn between playing with my new toys or getting down to business, I decide I’ll be back here tomorrow and can pay more attention to her breasts than I have tonight. Easing myself off the bed, I slide off my cut and place it neatly on a chair, then I take out my wallet and keys and put them next to the bed. Then, seeing her eyes on me, I unbutton my jeans, and take off them and my boxers in one go, relishing the sight of her eyes almost popping out of her head. What can I say? I’m tall, and my dick is in good proportion to my size.
She’s giving me a come here gesture, but I need to stay away. Once she gets those hands on me, I’m not going to be able to last, and then I know I won’t get it up again. While I hate to disappoint a woman, I ignore her nonverbal pleas, instead picking up my wallet and extracting the condom I know I’ll find there. I’ve never gone unprepared in my life, despite not recently having any expectations of using it.
I make a show of putting it on, rolling it down slowly as though demonstrating my length.
For a second, I wonder whether my less-than-perfect leg is going to prevent me performing at my best, not having fucked since before the accident, but hell, I’ve got to try it sometime. Mary won’t mind, she’s not to know how I was before.
Putting my nerves behind me, I approach her as I had earlier, slowly, and with a determined expression in my eyes.
“You’ve got to be quiet,” I remind her.
Chapter Thirty-One
Mary
“You’ve got to be quiet.”
As if I needed the reminder. Alicia’s hopefully asleep in the next room, but I couldn’t say no if
