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“So are you,” I whisper. My heart is a bass drum in my chest, booming faster and louder each second as we stand and look at each other.

Bobby finally reaches out and pulls me to him, letting his hands rove my curves as his mouth takes mine again. My hands are happy to do their own exploring. He’s smooth and firm everywhere. Even his ass is perfectly tight, which probablyshouldn’t surprise me. He is a professional athlete, after all. It’s his job to be fit. But I can’t believe this is my life right now!

Our embrace becomes a fever-pitched contest to see who can cover more ground than the other with our roaming hands and lips until I find myself pinned down under Bobby on my living room carpet. I hear the vague crinkling of what I deduce is a condom wrapper. Shit! I hadn’t even thought about that. Shows how out of practice I am.

Bobby rises to his knees and wastes no time rolling the condom on his length and then settling his weight over me again. His elbows fall to either side of me, supporting his weight as his eyes roam my face and his thumbs brush my cheeks. The fever has ebbed for a minute as we stare wordlessly at one another.

I realize he’s waiting for me—giving me a chance to back out if I want to. But I am fully on board with this, so I let my fingertips skate down the ridges of his broad shoulders and back until I slide one down to reach between us and take him in my hand. When my knees fall open, he slowly lowers himself to drop a gentle, almost reverent, kiss on my lips as he notches himself at my entrance and nudges into me with care.

“Bobby,” I sigh his name as he retreats and presses forward again until he’s half seated.

“Fucking hell, Molly. You’re so tight,” he practically wheezes, and something about it makes me laugh. This, in turn, makes him groan loudly and shut me up with a hard kiss to my lips. When he pulls out this time, he holds nothing back, thrusting forward to fill me completely. My head falls back on a silent cry as I wrap my legs around him, ready to take everything he has to give.

I’m more full than I’ve ever been, but I need him to move. I need friction and pressure along with this delicious fullness. But I don’t need to tell him that because, in the next moment, Bobbypulls halfway out before thrusting all the way in again, beginning to establish a rhythm that works me up into a panting mess.

The strokes that began carefully increase gradually in power and abandon, our sighs and groans filling the air around us. My eyes fall shut as I focus on everything he’s doing to my body. He’s in complete control of it, working me up to what I fear might be an orgasm big enough to kill me. But what a way to go.

He smells like clean sweat, sandalwood, and pepper, and I breathe him in as if he’s life-giving oxygen while our bodies, slick with perspiration, slide against one another’s. My eyes flutter open to see his intense gaze locked on mine as he powers in and out of me. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced in my life, and I don’t want it ever to end. Of course, I change my mind when a familiar fluttering sends my pelvis pulsing and Bobby fuses his mouth to mine in a searing kiss as I begin to come apart.

Chapter Twenty-One

Bobby

Molly is everything I love about older women. Younger women almost scare me with their enthusiasm and eagerness to show their bodies. I prefer an older woman who leaves things to my imagination, because believe me, my imagination is better than anything you can show me in a short skirt and see-through shirt. Take for example, Molly’s pencil skirts. Those things have had me twisted inside for weeks. And then I get to peel one off her like she’s some kind of present under the Christmas tree? I’m officially feeling like that mind blown emoji.

“I need to take care of this condom but I don’t think I can feel my toes,” I huff, out of breath, sure I’m squashing her into the floor, but helpless to do anything about it.

“I think I have rug burn on my back,” Molly replies and then starts giggling, her body shaking.

Which makes her muscles clench around me, and I’m suddenly interested in another round right this very second. But not on the floor. Jesus, I didn’t even take her out on our date, and I just gave her rug burn fucking her on the floor. I’ll bedamn lucky if she’s not pissed at me. I pull out of her warm body and make quick work of things before coming back to her with a fresh condom in hand. Gingerly, I pick her up off the floor, cradling her in my arms.

“What are you doing?” Molly’s suddenly wide awake, slapping at my bare chest. “Put me down. I can walk!”

“Nuh uh.” I sweep her out of the living room, only to face a hallway I’ve never seen before. “Point the way.”

She sighs, probably realizing I have no intention of putting her down. “Over there. Last door.”

I grin at her tone, liking that about her too. That motherly tone does something to me that might make me sick in the head if I examine it too long. I probably won’t be mentioning to Ashley that I get off on being scolded. Not really an anger management issue, unless you count a vigorous fucking as an inappropriate reaction.

My foot nudges the door open and her bedroom appears, looking just like her. Neat bed spread, decor simple but feminine, and her perfume infused through everything. Now’s probably not the time to tell her I stole her perfume. I put her down, pull back the covers, and help her get under them before sliding in behind her and spooning her backside. She yelps when I tighten my arm around her and tuck her head under my chin. My dick presses up against her luscious ass, already halfway to where I need him to be for round two.

“Shh. Just let me hold you for a second. I’ll be ready to go again in minutes. I promise.”

She begins to shake again. “Ah, youth.”

My hand roams, finding her breasts and getting a handful. I didn’t get a chance to pay them much attention before and I’d like to correct that error as soon as possible. Her nipples stiffen under my fingers. Molly lets out a soft moan and reaches behind her to grip my dick. Her shocked, “Oh!” makes me grin.

“Told you.” She scoffs and goes to roll onto her back, but I hold her in place. “Let me touch you for a bit. With all those flickering lights, I didn’t get to feel this incredible body of yours.”

“It was a bit like a strobe light,” she admits on a sigh as I roll her nipple between my fingers. I lean down and kiss the back of her shoulder. I can feel her tensing everywhere I touch her, and that just won’t do.

I roll her over onto her stomach, hands massaging her shoulders and back. Long sweeps up her spine, followed by deep rubs with my thumbs into her low back. When I feel her finally relaxing, I go a little lower, paying special attention to those curves that have teased me in her skirts.

“Bobby,” she starts. Probably to say something ridiculous about her body that I won’t agree with.

“Shh,” I say. My hands grip her hips and tug upward. “Lift up, baby.”

She does after a single second of hesitation. I feel between her legs, smiling smugly in the dim light of the moon when I feel how wet she is for me. I roll the condom on, making sure I keep one finger on her swollen clit. My other hand leaves her hip to notch myself at her entrance. I slide in, a little easier this time but no less impactful. Molly arches her back like a cat.

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