Page 16 of Her Older Fireman

I fish a condom out of the pocket of my jeans before I shuck them off entirely. I don’t want anything between us for this, even if we did choose an odd venue for our first time. I let her roll it over my throbbing length before I sit down on the cold metal step and pull her over to straddle me. We both groan as she slides down and my hard length fills her.

I press a gentle kiss to her lips. “Good?”

She nods, and I feel her hot sheath tighten around me. “Perfect.”

Her slow grind against me is practically designed in a lab to drive me crazy. I want to take control and fuck her up and down on me, but her slow build promises something even better.

“Touch my clit,” she demands. Her gaze bores into mine and it’s like watching a beautiful and mysterious goddess coming into her power. I can tell that Maddie doesn’t have a long sexual history—not like someone my age has—and it’s thrilling to see her bloom and reach for her own pleasure like this.

“Yes, ma’am,” I say, and reach down, thumbing her clit as her sexy circles speed up. She leans down and bites my shoulder to smother her groan as she bounces on my cock. I nearly come at the light pressure, and then almost laugh. Maddie has some claws, I guess.

I give her ass a light, playful swat and I feel her pulse around me as my hand makes contact. “Good, baby. Use my cock.”

“Do that again,” she demands, and I do, wrenching another strangled groan from her beautiful throat as she tries not to make too much noise.

I can’t make it any longer, I realize, and Maddie might be close again, too.

“Come for me.” I pinch her clit and her body goes rigid. “Come now.”

She goes off with a gasp, and the hot press of her pussy on my cock sends me over the edge right after her. I throw my arms around her and pull her close and we sit there in the quiet bay, shuddering our pleasure as the sweat cools on our tired bodies.

“I think I need a shower,” Maddie says with a grin as she gingerly stands up. “I’m—well, pretty gross.”

I shoot her a teasing grin. “Oh, does a fire and then remarkably dirty sex in a garage not refresh you?”

She reddens. “You’re the guy who likes to almost get caught. Twice now. Do you even know how to do it in a bed, anyway?”

I think for a second. “It’s been so long. Do you think you could teach me?”

She bursts out laughing as I bend down and sweep her clothes up off the ground, handing them to her with a flourish.

“Yeah,” she says. “I think I could give it a shot.”

We both dress, giggling and stealing kisses the whole time, and then together, we get in my truck and go home.

And it turns out that yes, I do remember how to make love in a bed.

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