Page 49 of When We Were Younger

Fuck. I could spend my life down here, toying with her, playing with her, tasting her, but I can hear the desperation in her voice. Can feel it in my chest. My woman needs to be fucked, and who am I to deny her what she needs?

I push her knees up and quickly undo the snaps of her garter belt, fumbling a bit because my hands are shaking and because I have very little experience pulling lacy underthings off women. She lifts her hips as I pull her skirt and her panties down and toss them to the side. I leave the stockings, and she spreads her legs wide. She grabs my collar, pulling me to her nearly naked body. I practically fall on top of her as she starts to fuck me through my pants from below, bucking her hips and grinding her pussy all over me. She's so fucking sexy, completely wild and uninhibited in her pursuit of pleasure, using me to make herself feel good.

"Sweetheart, if you want to come like this, by all means, keep going, but I might ruin these jeans if you do," I say as I lean down and kiss her, smiling against her lips. She giggles sweetly as she slows her hips, like the fact that I'm still fully clothed and not actually inside of her never crossed her mind.

I sit back on my heels and pull my shirt over my head. She helps me along, pushing the hem of my shirt up and then dragging her nails down over my chest. I roll over a little clumsily so I can make quick work of my jeans, but not before pulling a condom from my pocket. She watches me the whole time, perched up on her elbows and her bottom lip pulled between her teeth.

Once my clothes have joined hers in a pile on the floor, I pat my chest.

"Wanna come up and ride me, sweetheart?" I croon, and she shakes her head.

"Will you get on top of me? I want to feel you, all ofyou. Please?" She lays back and waits patiently as I roll the condom over my cock. When I'm all settled, I position myself over top of her. She hooks her arms around my neck and pulls me into a deep, searing kiss. A kiss that tells me just how desperate she is for me, how badly she wants me.

And I want her just as desperately.

I grip my cock and slide it up and down her wetness a few times before pushing in. My brain goes instantly fuzzy at the feel of her tight warmth enveloping me as I slowly push in, inch by agonizing inch.

"Yes," she breaths, "yes, fuck. More, Stephen, more. Please."

"Take it, baby. Take it all, just like that. So good. So fucking hot and tight, sweetheart." I say, dropping my head to the side so I can whisper into her ear. I slide all the way into her, bottoming out inside her pussy, my hands digging into the mattress on either side of her as she swallows me whole.

"So good. You feel so good. Always so, so good for me," she moans, somehow able to keep her voice barely above a whisper as she wiggles and clenches around me.

It's not just good. It's so much more than good. It's earth-shattering. It's life changing. It's fucking everything.

It feels like love.Shefeels like love.

I move, swiveling my hips as I fuck her. I thrust and pull back, fucking her deeper over and over.

More. Stephen. God, Stephen. Harder. So good. So good.

She can't stop talking, even at a whisper, and I can barely handle it. She's too responsive. She's too sexy. She's too much. I'm holding on by a goddamn thread, gritting my teeth as pleasure builds and builds inside of me. My toes curl, my thighs quake, and I can barely take it.

"You like it nice and hard, don't you sweetheart? Like to feel me deep in your pretty pussy, isn't that right?" I groan into her ear as one hand skates down between us, finding her clit and stroking it in time with my thrusts. I need to get her there, need to feel her come before I let go. She tilts her hips and hooks a foot around my waist, drawing me into her. When I hit that spot inside of her, she cries out in spite of herself.

"Dorothea, fuck. I love your sounds. Fucking love them, but you have to be quiet, baby. You have to be."

She lowers her mouth and bites down on my shoulder to muffle herself. Her fingers find purchase in my hair, pulling and tugging at the roots as she whimpers against my skin.

My whole body shakes as her teeth dig into my skin. "Just like that, sweetheart. Keep biting, give it all to me. Give me all your pleasure, I can take it." Her entire body quakes, her thighs tighten around my hips and her pussy seizes as she comes. I can feel every bit of her orgasm, hot and tight and squeezing my cock so deliciously, her arousal dripping and coating my thighs. I quicken my pace and follow her right over the edge, fighting like hell to keep my mouth shut when all Iwant to do is throw my head back and roar to the sky as I come inside of her.

The taste of copper coats my tongue and I realize I've broken the skin on my lips from the force of my bite, but I don't care. I shudder and shake as I come down from my high, and she trembles underneath me. I kiss her, and if the taste of blood bothers her, she shows no signs of it. She grabs my cheek and kisses me back, hard but soft at the same time.

"Stephen," she whispers my name against my lips, and feels like some sort of vow. I press my forehead to hers. The words I want to say sit on the tip of my tongue. My chest aches with the weight of them, the butterflies that have taken up residence in my stomach since her return flap their wings in time with my heartbeat.

I love you. I have loved you. I will love you.

But I can't say them. Dorothea is a flight risk, and I won't shorten the time I have left with her over a secret that I am more than capable of keeping to myself. Instead, I kiss her once more.

"Come on, sweetheart. Let's get you cleaned up and then we can start on that skincare routine of yours." I roll up and discreetly make quick work of the condom with my back turned to her, because there is absolutely nothing in the world less attractive than a soft dick and used latex.

"We?" She squeals, bouncing on the bed behind me. "Does that mean what I think it means?" She positions herself on my back, and I carry her piggyback to thebathroom. One quick look in the bathroom mirror shows me just how ridiculous we look, both of us naked and flushed, carrying on like this.

Ridiculous, and so fucking happy.

"Yes, Dorothea," I answer as I turn and deposit her on the bathroom sink. "I'm giving you free rein. Teach me about retinol. Lotion and potion me up, sweetheart. I want to be young forever."

And does she ever lotion and potion me. I fall asleep feeling a little sticky and a lot moist, with gunk on my face and some kind of coconut-y oily shit in my hair, and the woman I have loved for my entire life warm and sated in my arms.

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