Page 15 of Holiday Friend Zones
“Damn straight.”
There was a difference between having sex in your twenties and then when you were nearly forty.Because you knew what you were doing.You could take your time, slowly figure out exactly what the other person needed, craved.
I lapped at her cunt, loving the way she practically shot off the bed as I found her g-spot, and curled my fingers, knowing she was finally going to come.When she arched off the bed, her hands on her breasts and her pussy clamping around my fingers, I just grinned.Then I licked her off my lips and reached in my bag for a condom.
It wasn’t as if I had known this would happen, but a man always likes to be prepared.
I tore the foil and slid the condom down my length as she watched, her gaze wide.
“Posy, I can stop.”
“If you don’t get inside me right now, I’m going to first, make myself come, and then scream.”
“Okay, understood.”
And then I stood up, took her by the hips, and shoved into her with one thrust.
We both froze, her cunt taut, tight, and all mine, and I swallowed hard.
“I’m going to have to start playing football stats or something, because I cannot come in two strokes.”
“I think you can handle more.”And then she reached up for me, so I lowered down, taking her mouth.
I slid out slowly, inch by inch, before I rocked my way back inside her.
She met me thrust for thrust, both of us taking in one another with each gasp.When I moved, shifting so I was on my back and she was finally riding me, I had my hands on her breasts, pinching at her nipples as she threw her head back and rode me like Goddess Divine.
I moved one hand down, flicking my thumb over her clit, and when she came, I grit my teeth, telling myself I could not come yet.
No, I needed to let her come one more time.
Dazed, I pulled her into my arms, so we lay on our sides, her breasts to my front, and I slid back into her, lifting her leg up over my hips.
And with that, so close I could feel every breath, every touch, I rocked in and out of her, slowly at first, and then harder, faster, until we were both panting each other’s names.And finally,finallyshe came once more, and I followed, moaning her name and taking her mouth as everything happened, and then went blurry.
Because this was the perfect moment in time.
And I had to hope it wasn’t the last.
ChapterFour
POSY
The morning came far too quickly, the sun dancing over my eyelids.I did my best not to shift, not to make a single move.Because if I did, he would know I was awake.
His body rolled over me, protectively holding me in his embrace as if we had been doing this for decades rather than the few short hours we had given each other to sleep.
I wanted to say that I could blame it all on the alcohol, but that wasn’t going to be the case.It couldn’t be when I had been clear in my intentions, my consent, and the fact that the only regret I had was that it was going to be the last time.
My head didn’t ache, which told me indeed I hadn’t had too much to drink, and I was grateful for the water we had chugged in between our bouts of heat.
Though heat wasn’t the right word for it.
Glimpses of exactly what had happened the night before filled my brain, and I let out a sigh without thinking.
Because he had made sure that everything we had done was exactly how I had always thought it would be.
Rough and yet soft, caring and attentive, and yet giving each other pleasure in a way that I hadn’t thought possible before.I ached between my legs, and I knew I would be sore for a couple of days.My breasts were tender, and I knew tiny little bite marks and bruises would cover my body, and it would all be taken in pleasure, and memory.Just like I knew he had similar marks over him.
