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“I’m going to swallow it first. Then you can fuck me after.” Her order is all but a whisper, but it commands all of my attention. The push and pull between us is electric and I’m fucking here for it.

“Okay, do it,” I urge. She needs no coddling, taking me even deeper this time, easing up and down my cock that’s dripping with her saliva. One hand pumps the base and the other rests on my hip. I place my hands in her hair, not to control the action this time. She’s doing a wonderful job without me. But I need the contact.

It’s not long before I lean my head back and close my eyes, giving in to the sensation. It was incredible watching her work my cock, but when I take that vision away, it’s even more. I am all feeling at this point. My balls strain, ready for release, and as she rolls her tongue over my head and along the sensitive underside, I can do nothing to stop the explosion as I cry out, filling her mouth with my cum.

“Every last drop. Good fucking girl,” I pant out, my eyes fixed on her now as she swallows, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me like it will never end.

She eventually lets my now soft cock slip from between her lips, a flush to her cheeks. I stroke her face. “Thank you. That was incredible. Let’s get you out of these clothes. I want to see you.”

Chapter twelve

Mel

Istand before Alex, naked as the day I was born. It’s a little off-putting, knowing I’m older than him and nothing is quite as firm as it used to be. But his encouragement and praise are doing wonders for my confidence.

My legs aren’t quite steady. First, my orgasm and then bringing him to his. But still, I want more. His hand trails down, starting at my face, caressing my cheek, over my neck and shoulder, and then to my chest.

His fingers find my nipple, and I smile as he gives it a tweak. His touch brushes lower; over my ribs and my belly, reaching the strip of curls between my thighs.

Every part that he touches comes alive.

His cock, which had softened after he exploded down my throat, is twitching, as if it’s also paying attention to him touching me, deciding if there’s going to be another round or not.

I bloody hope so. Hallelujah for a younger man and his stamina. I could get used to this.

“Beautiful,” he whispers as I meet his gaze. He has that soft, gentle smile on his face, the one I love.

“What now?” I ask.

“What would you like? Are you ready for more?”

I don’t see the point in being coy here. I've given myself the gift of this night with him and I intend to make the most of it. I get a thrill when he defers to me. It’s different to what I’m used to. I nod firmly.

He takes me by surprise, bending slightly at the knees, grasping my hips, lifting me and throwing me back onto the bed. My breath escapes me as I land and I can’t hold back the laugh. I feel almost carefree, more joyful. It’s as if he’s cast a spell over me to loosen up and enjoy this experience with him.

My mouth goes wide as I glance down and find his hand clasped around his stiffening cock, stroking it in his fist.

“Do you want to know how many times I’ve done this, cock in hand, dreaming about you, Mel?”

“Yes. Tell me.” I need to know he craves me as much as I hunger for him.

“Every fucking day since I met you.”

My breath grows heavy as I watch him. His hand working his cock from base to tip.

I can still taste his saltiness on my tongue. And now I want him pushing deep inside me, filling me up, stretching me. I scoot up near the pillows, managing to lift the quilt and fold it out of the way. I pat the empty mattress beside me, watching him from below my lashes.

“How do you want it?” he asks. My brain goes on its own little side quest for a moment and I giggle to myself as lyrics appear in my head.

Alex tilts his head and frowns. “Something amusing you, Mel?”

“I just get lyrics in my head sometimes. And some just appeared.”

He kneels on the bed, making his way closer to me. “Which lyrics?”

“Ummm, I don’t know the name of the song… it goes…Do you want it missionary with your feet crammed to the headboard? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to?” I don’t attempt to sing or rap them. Just speak them out loud.

His eyes widen as he erupts into laughter. “Freek-a-leek? Really?”

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