Page 48 of To Save Him

Oh, God.  It wasme.  It had to be.

This soul-crushing revelation was quite a blow to my ego and I was glad it was dark in the room.  I was probably blushing from the humiliation.  I was trying to find a way to make my voice sound optimistic and positive—and try to figure out what the hell to even say—when he spoke, finally pausing in the action.  “I don’t know what’s wrong.  I feel like I’m so close but…”

I was brave in my middle age.  “It’s me, isn’t it?”

No hesitation.  “What?  Why would you think that?”

“What else could it be?”

His voice sounded lighter when he said, “More than I can even think of.”  I could see the outline of his head move but I more sensed it as he lowered his face to mine and kissed me.  It was slow, luxurious, passionate.

Reassuring.

“It’s notyou.  Why would you even think that?”

I almost wanted to snicker, because I could name all kinds of reasons why I’d think that.  I was feeling insecure, a stupid emotion I’d rarely felt prior to my divorce and one I hadn’t realized had crept in through the crack under my heart’s door.  I wanted to be honest with him, though.  I had nothing to lose.  “I thought maybe you were freaking out about our age difference.”

He almost sighed—I could hear it—but he didn’t.  “Kim, Iwillif you keep bringing it up.”

Shit.  “Okay.  Sorry.”  God…inside, I guessed I was still very much vulnerable.  His cock was still hard inside me, even if it was stubborn and refused to let go.  “So what do we do?”

“Maybe a change of position.”

“Just tell me what you want.”

He was quiet for a few seconds before he said, “Get up.”

I got ready to tell him it would be difficult with him on top of me, but he was already sliding off.  As I moved to the edge of the bed, he turned on the lamp on the nightstand.  God, he had a beautiful body.  I didn’t think I’d ever grow tired of looking at it.

But he was looking at me too and I saw the look in his eyes.  It was then that I knew he hadn’t been making it up, that I hadn’t just been a pussy of convenience.  The stupid insecurity I’d been feeling vanished like a wisp of smoke trying to reach the ceiling as his eyes roamed my body and stopped at my face.  Then he pulled me close in a flash and kissed me hard.

I couldn’t believe I was feeling horny again.

No, it wasn’t like when I’d been younger and could have gone over and over and over, but I was ready for him again just the same.  And I didn’t mind that he was a little rough, because I knew he was likely feeling some pent-up frustration.  But then he ordered me to turn around and bend over.  I did as he asked and he ran his hand over my back and my ass and then slid himself inside from behind.

It was exhausting, but I took him in, slightly changing my position off and on, trying to figure out how to maximize his pleasure.  I could hear the frustration in his groans and sighs and—much later—I could hear it again as he released it all in a guttural noise that I feared would wake the kids.

Only then did I look at the clock and see that we still had a long time until sunrise.

 

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