Page 19 of DILF

“Why? I don’t want you to be gentle. Do me how you’d do it normally.”

With me now on my back and Linc on his knees, in front of me, I can see the expanse of his body. The splay of hair on his chest covers his abs, and I see more tattoos on his pecs and ribs. Tattoos that I don’t have the capacity to analyze since he has his cock in a grip and is positioning it at my entrance. “Deep breath, baby.”

I take a deep breath, and slowly he pushes all the way inside of me. Not giving me a moment’s respite he starts to rub my clit with his thumb, making any discomfort slip away. Unlike Scott, there is absolutely nothing clumsy or awkward about Linc. He’s in control and sure of what he’s doing as he moves in and out of me slowly, playing with my clit with one hand and holding my thigh open with the other.

“You’re fucking tight,” he groans. “You okay?”

“I’m okay,” I barely say. There are too many sensations happening at once. He lets go of my thigh and pinches my nipple, which shoots pleasure right into my clit. “Mr. Edwards!” I yell because I need to come again. He starts to pick up the pace, thrusting faster and rubbing my clit with renewed vigor until I have to close my eyes and succumb to the heat running up my spine and burrowing deep in my pussy until I shatter in a mind-blowing orgasm.

He grunts loudly and I hear a strangled “Lily,” as I feel him coming inside of me and then collapsing on top of me.

We’re both sweaty and completely out of breath, and I for one have never felt more relaxed, even with the weight of him on top of me and the wetness between us.

Then I remember.

“Shit! You didn’t use a condom,” I say breathlessly. His cock jerks inside of me.

“Saw your pills in the bathroom,” he says. “I’m clean, Lily. You think I’d fuck you if I wasn’t?”

“No,” I say. “I’m clean too.”

He pulls out and moves the hair from my face and smiles as if he already knew that. This is the part that got weird with Scott. That moment right after sex where you’re both naked and vulnerable. Linc, gets up and goes to the bathroom and I turn around, dizzy from the life-altering fucking that just happened in the bed of my childhood home.

I sit up as Linc walks back into my room. He crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the door frame, watching me.

“You better not say what I think you’re going to say, old man.”

An unusual sound comes out of his mouth—a laugh, I think. Pushing off of the door frame he steps toward me, pulling the sheet off of the bed, exposing me completely. I yelp and make an attempt to cover myself but he spreads my legs wide and I notice he’s holding a hand towel, which he uses to wipe away the cum that is dripping down my ass. It’s such an intimate action that I turn red and look away. It’s silly, we already did so much, but I can’t help feeling vulnerable.

Once he’s done, he throws the towel aside and playfully straddles me, careful not to put all of his weight on me. “You’re too young for me,” he says, pinching my nipples and massaging my breasts with a teasing grin on his face. My back arches and between moans.

“You’re too old for me,” I reply.

“This isn’t going to end well.” He’s still playing with my nipples.

“If you make me come, I think it means it ended perfectly.”

“This is all about sex for you?” he asks, and I’m uncertain what the correct response to his question is. I don’t want it to be just sex, but I don’t know what he wants—and there’s the added complication that he’s Charlie’s dad.

“What? You want a relationship?” I ask, feigning surprise.

He clears his voice and gets off of me, avoiding eye contact. “Charlie’s coming back soon.”

“That wasn’t my question.” I sit up and reach for his hand. He exhales deeply and lays down with his head on my lap. I don’t think about the fact that his face is once again inches from my pussy. Okay, I do.

“And you’re leaving for school.”

“I am.” I run my fingers through his long, soft hair.

The tension is suddenly thick. I don’t want things to go back to how they were, even if it was just sex for him. I’d deal with the repercussions later.

“Stop thinking about whatever it is you’re thinking about and make yourself useful instead,” I say, and he looks up at me, eyebrows furrowed. “Your face is practically in my pussy, I’m sure there’s something you can do to keep busy while you’re down there.”

He pushes himself up and then kisses my cheek before hopping out of bed. “Don’t tempt me.”

“You’re late for work.”

“Yep.” He reaches to the floor to grab his clothes, then leans back in and kisses my lips. “We good?”

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