Page 30 of Bad At Love

“DP…” she whispered, trying to keep the whine out of her voice. Tucking her face under his chin, she skimmed her mouth along his neck and bit down hard.

His fingers moved to her inner folds, and he entered her with one thick finger.

Usually, she preferred lube for penetration. She’d taken time and energy to learn what she liked ever since she’d become sexually active again. Her libido had suddenly spiked as she’d neared forty and she had decided that it was now or never. And she’d been determined she’d settle for nothing less than her satisfaction.

With DP’s words and fingers assaulting her senses at every turn though, she was sopping wet. His finger was so thick that it felt deliciously right. Pressing down with his palm, he rubbed her clit roughly. Chaaru moaned when he lifted off.

“Can you take one more?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me. Even if it hurts a little,” she whispered.

His eyes danced with a wicked resolve. “That’s my girl.” One finger became two and then three and fuck, it was tight with just a hint of burn. Just how she liked it. “My brave, bold girl.” He wriggled his fingers inside her, setting off a minor earthquake.

“Holy. Fuck.” The words tumbled out of her mouth when he hooked one of those clever fingers and hit that spot she was forever trying to nudge with her vibrator.

“Look at me, Char. I can’t see your pretty cunt this way, but I need your face.”

Chaaru faced him as he pumped those fingers in and out of her.

Dark brown eyes held hers, drinking in every moan and pant. With the AC on full blast and the music pouring through the speakers, the filthy sounds his fingers made were audible only to her.

Climax shimmered just out of reach as she clutched his hand like a vise between her thighs. Frustration mounted. As always, her orgasm hovered just out of reach, playing with her. It had always been a sticking point with…

No! Not going there!

Opening her eyes, she took in the man who was fucking her with his fingers with such intense devotion. As if he were a giant oak with gnarled roots and branches and she…a dove that had flown straight into his reach and he meant to make her his own. God, she wanted to crawl under his skin and build herself a nest there.

A soft sob rose in her chest, and she buried it in his neck. He tasted of sweat and salt, and her world re-centered itself.

His right hand stroked up and down her side, comforting, even as his other hand drove her nearer to the edge. “You need more?”

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

Pulling her closer, he closed his mouth over her nipple. She arched into his touch, her nails digging into the nape of his neck. Hard and solid, he made her feel breakable, small, fragile. Everything she’d vowed she’d never be and yet it was the very thing that drove her arousal further. She felt engulfed by him everywhere so deeply that she didn’t have to be strong.

When he scraped his teeth against the tight bud of her nipple and tugged roughly, her orgasm came for her like a frothing wave. Pulling her under. Ripping through every muscle and limb, thrashing her about. Shaking and shivering, Chaaru moaned.

At that exact moment, the woman turned.

Her eyes wide, she took in Chaaru, her breast in DP’s mouth and her body vibrating with pleasure. Then her gaze drifted down her body, to where DP continued his assault, his fingers pumping inside her wet pussy. Her mouth falling open, the woman watched, and the aftershocks in Chaaru’s belly intensified.

Finally, she turned away. Chaaru sagged around DP, her muscles turned to Jell-O. Her core clenched when he pulled his fingers out. She turned the hem of her dress inside out and reached for his fingers.

He was too fast for her.

Eyes gleaming, he licked his fingers thoroughly and made a deep hum in his throat. “Yep. Better than a tart strawberry and sweet cream.”

Heat streaking her chest and neck, Chaaru adjusted her dress, just as the cab came to a halt.

The couple exited, the woman casting one last glance at DP and her. With a cheeky grin and a wink, she waved at Chaaru, then murmured in her ear.

The woman thought DP was a keeper, and Chaaru agreed. And yet, something about the comment ruffled her feathers. Was it that the woman had learned that simple fact when it had taken Chaaru nearly two decades? God, she’d always been contrary.

Her knees trembled as DP helped her get down after him.

“What did she say?” he asked, his chin tucked over her head.

“She said we made her hot.”

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