“You think you’re going to make me scream?” I tease him.
“I think I already did,” he boasts, but quite rightly. “But you ain’t seen nothing yet, babe.”
“No?” Curving, my lips form a challenging grin.
Already he’s lowering himself onto the bed and pushing my legs apart. Masterfully manoeuvring my knees until they’re bent and form a cradle for him. He positions my hips just where he wants them, then, unexpectedly leans forward and steals another kiss from my lips. He leaves his mouth there, connecting us, while I feel a pressure down below.
His cock is long, not too thick, but still it’s been a while for me, and I appreciate that he’s taking it slow. He raises his head for a moment, and his jaw tightens as he pushes inside.
He doesn’t neglect checking in. “You doing okay, babe?”
My reassurance is fast, though breathy. “I’m fine. You’re big.”
He glances down with a quick grin. “Complaining already?”
I’m about to answer, but he thrusts again, moving over that place he found earlier with his fingers. When he sees the look in my eyes, he does it again. Automatically my body pushes downward, allowing him to gain more ground. Although he’s not completely seated, he starts pulling out and pushing back in. Each time he does, sensations flood through me. A fleeting thought crosses my mind that even with Dave I never experienced such pleasures before. Intercourse, for me, was more about the closeness, penetrative sex for him more than me. Then I rid my head of the traitorous thought and give way to the sensations provided by the current man in my bed. Dave is long dead, and there’s no room for him here.
While ramping up my own arousal to hitherto unattained levels, Grumbler slowly works all of himself in until he’s fully seated.
“If you want more, I ain’t got it,” he whispers into my ear.
“That’s enough, I think,” I gasp back, thankful that I’ve taken all of him.
Then he starts to move.
Oh my God. My mind goes blank and I can think of nothing but the feelings he’s evoking in me. This man has moves I’ve never known could exist. I feel alive in ways I never have, my body showing me it’s capable of more than I ever expected. My muscles tighten and my skin is covered in a sheen of sweat. Why, I don’t know, he’s doing all the work.
He’s fully invested, swivelling his hips, grabbing one of my legs and holding it, opening me to him even more. Each time he pushes in, he finds that special spot.
My reactions are purely automatic, my body under his sole control and none of mine anymore. Little shudders wrack through me and to my surprise, I find my breathing stalls as I feel another orgasm come upon me.
“That’s right, babe. Come for me. Come all over my fuckin’ dick.” Grumbler’s voice is hoarse, as if he’s been holding himself back.
When I have no alternative but to obey, I feel his hand clamp over my mouth. I need it, I can’t prevent the scream that comes unbidden, which he had the forethought to muffle. I see stars. Hell, I think I visit another universe for a brief space of time. To come with a man inside me without external stimulation at all? Unheard of. To come so hard? Another freaking first. I hope Grumbler knows this isn’t a one-off as I’ll want to do that again and again. I doubt I’ll ever get tired of it.
I’m vaguely aware he’s been grunting, presumably enjoying his own release. It’s then I realise I’m having difficulty getting air into my lungs. I lick his hand as my chest heaves, a reminder I’m restricted to only breathing through my nose. He lifts his meaty paw away, allowing me to take in a huge gasp of air. When I open my eyes, he’s grinning down at me.
“Fuck, you nearly bit me trying to scream.” He shakes out his hand as if proving it.
“I don’t scream,” I tell him primly, but I can’t keep the twinkle out of my eye.
“Woman, you’re a fuckin’ liar.” He bends his head to kiss me, then, to let me catch my breath and, I suspect to get his back as well, he rests his head against my forehead.
Christ, but he got me soaking. I can feel a wet spot slowly cooling beneath me on the bed.
“I’ll go get rid of the evidence. I’ll be right back.”
It’s a necessary but not particularly romantic chore. The benefit of condoms, however, is that they make less mess, or less for a woman to clean up. But still, I could do with a wipe, and I’m too sated to leave the bed right now.
“Could you bring me a washcloth back?”
“Sure,” he winks, “I’ll clean you up.”
I’m forty-seven, not a young girl with starry-eyed dreams. Practicalities don’t get me embarrassed, I realise, as he slides off the bed. As he stands, a little shakily I’m pleased to note, the reason why I feel so uncomfortable becomes clear.
Grumbler notices the same time as I do and stares down in consternation at his limp dick trying to hide in its broken latex cocoon.
He rolls his head back. “Fuck, babe, I’m sorry.”
Natural horror of the consequences run through my head. But there won’t be any implications, will there? Sure, I’ve not started the menopause as yet, but I’m forty-seven for God’s sake, and Grumbler’s ten years older. Though I have heard men are fertile decades later, women, luckily, are not. No, we’re safe. Not a chance.
“Just how long has that condom been in your wallet, Grumbler?” He’d said he hadn’t had sex in a while. Unless he came prepared tonight, which I doubt. It was
