Page 133 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Seven

Sidney is an excellent kisser of face lips, so it’s not a surprise to discover that he’s also an exceptional kisser of nether lips. He uses exactly the right pressure, alternating between teasing strokes of tongue, soft suction and gentle nibbles. He drives me to the edge of heaven and then pushes me right over into bliss.

Just when I think I can’t take any more of the delicious torture, he latches onto my clit and Hoover vacuum sucks it until I’m fisting the sheets and screaming his name loud enough that my elderly neighbors probably have to turn down their hearing aids.

Sidney lifts his head and his lips glisten with girl-gasm. One side of his mouth curves up in a delectable smirk. “Was that okay for you?”

I’m still gripping his hair at the crown, endlessly thankful that he has some to yank on. I tug, not quite gently. “Like you need to ask. Get up here and show me what you can do with that glorious cock of yours.”

He prowls up my body, dropping kisses on my stomach and pausing to say hi to my nipple again before he finally kisses my face lips. His hips sink into the cradle of mine and his erection presses against my stomach.

We both do a little bare grinding before he reaches across to the nightstand and grabs his wallet. He rummages around for the condom while still trying to kiss me, but that paired with thegrinding is probably too distracting, so eventually he folds back on his knees and extracts the condom.

“How do you want to do this?” I ask as I pluck it from his fingers and tear it open. “Are you in the mood to have me under you so you can pound me into the mattress, or would you prefer to be under me so you can watch the girls dance while I ride you?” I position it at the tip and roll it down the length of him. “I’m thinking we can save doggy-style for another occasion, where we can position ourselves in such a way that we’re facing a mirror and we both get a great view of all the fun stuff. And reverse cowgirl is usually best with a mirror, too, otherwise all you’re looking at is my ass, and while it’s a nice ass, my boobs really steal the show.”

“Hmm.” Sidney taps his lips, as if he’s seriously contemplating his options. “The alpha male in me would love to pound you into the mattress, but the feminist in me wants you to be in control.”

“Why don’t we start with me on top and we can adjust as required?” I push on his chest and he falls back on his elbows.

“Sounds good to me.”

I straddle his hips and grip his cock, rising to run the head over my clit, lining him up with my entrance. And then I sink down, eating up one delightfully thick inch at a time. He groans and I moan and we both sigh when my ass meets his thighs.

His hands rest on my hips and mine are perched on his unreasonably defined abs. “How old are you, anyway?”

“Forty-two, why?”

“You have abs. That seems like something that should disappear when forty hits.”

“I spend a lot of time on the ice with my son, and in the gym.”

“I drive past three gyms on my way to work every day.” I roll my hips and make a happy sound when the head of his cockrubs that elusive spot inside that’s hard to reach with anything but a vibrator, long man fingers or an aerodynamically designed penis.

We start moving, me rolling my hips, him holding them to help shift me back and forth, and up and down, both of us making appreciative noises.

“I knew your cock was going to be damn well magical,” I moan when it hits the right spot again and sends heat flooding through me.

“Your pussy is tight as a damn fist,” Sidney groans.

“Violet was breech. I had a C-section.” Not that he needs me to tell him that. I have a scar across my lower belly to prove it. I grab his hands and move them up to my chest. “I need you to hold these so I can bounce without hurting myself.”

Sidney happily cups my breasts and I lean into his hands, planting my palms on his chest so I can lift and lower with ease.

“Grab my shoulders,” he orders.

I do as he says, and he uses his amazing abs to pull him to a sitting position, so now we’re face to face, my chest mashed against his. He cups the back of my head, fingers sliding into my hair and anchoring there so he can angle my head and slide his tongue in my mouth.

We kiss and grind for a minute, the friction on my clit pushing me that much closer to another orgasm. And then I’m lying on the bed again. Sidney stretched out over me, hips rocking into mine, pelvis rubbing on my clit in exactly the right way, the head of his cock stroking me from the inside. He pinches my right nipple, and it’s like a direct, psychic link to my already highly sensitive clit. The orgasm hits me with the force of a hurricane and I scream his name and a bunch of other random words, mostly comprising deity praise and accolades to his impressive cock.

I’ve just regained my vision and the somewhat uncoordinated use of my limbs when Sidney tells me he’s going to come. I kegel like it’s my damn job and his entire body goes taut, jaw flexed, arms shaking and biceps bulging as he pumps his hips. The headboard thuds against the wall, one, twice, a third time, and I swear I feel his cock bang into my ovaries on his final thrust.

“So fucking good,” he grits out.

I have to give it to him. He doesn’t collapse on top of me. Sure, he’s pressing me into the mattress in the most appealing way. But he’s bracing his upper body on his forearms. His forehead rests against the side of my neck. I’m looking down the muscled expanse of his broad back, all the way to the dip in his spine and the ridiculously bubblicious globes of his ass. I run a hand down his back and give the right cheek a light smack. I grin when it jiggles.

He lifts his head and arches a brow.

“Ten out of ten for ass jiggle-ability and pounding me into the mattress.”

He smiles.

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