Page 56 of Merry Little Midlife Matchmaker

He was on the brink of wildness because of me. My body. My sex. My skin.

“Need you,” he gasped, lips against mine. “Need you so bad.”

My mind spun. I couldn’t figure out how we’d gotten here. Didn’t know what path I’d taken that had led to this moment. But his fingers teased my folds and rubbed against my bud, and any attempt at thought went through my head like sand through a sieve. My body was on fire. I panted as he curled the fingers of his free hand around my thigh to spread me wide. We both looked down to watch when his fingers slid down to my opening and thrust inside me once more.

“Oh,” I said, and Sean groaned. His teeth ran along my jaw until they found my earlobe, and he bit me while his fingers drove in and out of me. I balanced on one leg, the other curled high on his hip, while my breaths became big gasping pants.

“You’re so wet and hot and so fucking soft, Lizzie.” His voice was a growl at my ear. “Can’t wait to feel that all around my cock.”

“Really?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I’m—”

“You’re what?”

“I just… My body…”

“Is perfect.” His fingers slid inside me as he pulled his face away from mine. The heel of his hand ground against that sensitive bundle of nerves. I bucked, and Sean exhaled. “Your body drives me crazy, Lizzie. Watching you makes my mouth water. Touching you is making me lose my mind.”

“Oh.”

“So when I tell you I can’t wait to feel all of you around my cock, do you believe me?”

He added another finger. The stretch of it was the best thing I’d ever felt. “Yes,” I breathed. “I believe you.”

“So you’ll be good and let me fuck you like I’ve been needing?”

I nodded, lips trailing kisses on his cheek while my fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt. I pulled it loose while he pleasured me with his fingers, his other hand gripping my thigh so hard I wondered, distantly, if it would leave a bruise. I wanted it to. I wanted to be able to press my fingers to it and remember how it felt to have him spread me open like this.

We were still just a couple feet away from my front door. Moving was out of the question. Moving would require him to stop touching me. It would require me to use my legs to walk.

Sean swore again and helped me with the fly of his pants, then dug through his pockets until he found his wallet. He pulled out a condom and dropped the wallet. Credit cards and cash went tumbling across my entryway. Neither of us paid them any attention.

My hands shook, so it was difficult to help him with his pants. We managed to get them down to mid-thigh before he gave up and tore the foil packet with his teeth. I watched him sheathe himself, my breath shaky, loving the way those big hands wrapped around his thick cock.

There was no romance. No preamble. Nothing but raw, animalistic need between us. Sean grabbed my thighs and hiked me up the wall. I was shocked at his strength, and another wave of lust and longing tore through me. I’d never been manhandled like this. Never knew I wanted it quite this badly.

“Lock your ankles behind me,” he commanded, and all I could do was obey. Then his hand was between us to position him where he needed to be, and his eyes rose up to meet mine. His lips were parted, wet from our kisses, and I heard his soft exhale the second before he drove himself inside me in one long, steady, inexorable thrust.

I moaned. The back of my head hit the wall as my fingernails dug into his shoulders. He held my thighs and rocked into me until his hips locked against mine. The stretch of him inside me was so intense I saw stars. My breaths were short and sharp, and I could think of nothing at all except the feel of his body joining with mine.

“Lizzie—” He shuddered. “Lizzie, you feel so good.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Yes.”

Then he began to move. His head ducked down to the crook of my neck, teeth rasping against my pulse, and the only sounds in the house were our mingled moans and the slap of wet flesh against flesh. His hands dug into my thighs while his mouth gusted harsh breaths against my neck.

I’d never had sex like this before. I’d never been picked up and fucked against a wall. I never knew I wanted it so damn bad, to be pinned and used and cherished all at once. To be wanted so desperately that I could feel him coming undone with every stroke of his cock inside me. I found his mouth with mine and scraped his bottom lip with my teeth. He paid me back by thrusting into me hard and fast, the press of the wall behind me making every rock of his hips more intense.

This was not the staid, routine lovemaking I was accustomed to. It wasn’t even like the hard quickies I used to enjoy at the start of my marriage, before things fell apart. This was wild and rough and mindless. It was something more than sex. It was raw need, stripped of everything that could blemish it. Pleasure in its purest form.

I loved the way his hands sank into the soft, dimpled flesh on my thighs. Loved the way he bit my jaw, my lips, my neck. Loved the way he rasped my name like he could imprint it against my skin with his voice.

I came like a supernova. Crying out, I could do nothing but cling to him and ride it until the end. Distantly, I heard Seangroan. I heard him praise me, tell me how good I felt, how much he’d dreamed of this, how much better it was than he’d imagined. I heard him tell me he loved my body. That he was obsessed with the feel of me pressed up against him. His voice drove me on until my body was made of light and heat and pressure, and then I felt him go still and tense with one last hard jerk of his hips against mine.

Aftershocks of pleasure coursed through me as I felt him reach his own peak. I was dazed, mindless.

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