Page 56 of Accepting Love

I’m still twitching from my own orgasm, but I can’t help but smile. I grab his fantastic butt and squeeze, not wanting him to pull out of me.

He’s panting as he finally loosens his muscles, and he drops his forehead down to the bed next to me. He kisses my ear, making me squirm. “I’m never leaving your body.”

I giggle. “Okay.” I trail my fingers up and down his back. He’s all muscle. He’s also trembling, probably from holding himself aloft.

“I’m going to crush you,” he murmurs, nibbling my ear.

“Okay,” I repeat, because that doesn’t sound bad either.

Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders. “Hold on to me.”

I grip his waist.

He flips us over so I’m on top, somehow managing to remain inside me.

I’m shocked, and then I giggle again as I push myself up over his chest so I can look down at him.

He grabs my butt and holds me still. “Don’t pull off yet, angel. You feel so good.”

“Okay,” I murmur, but I manage to tuck my knees up against his sides so I can sit, straddling him. I can’t believe how bold I’m being. My breasts are swaying between us. My legs are so wide he can see my clit. I can’t seem to care as long as I can watch as he catches his breath. I draw absently on his chest with one finger.

Eventually he grabs my hand and brings it to his lips, kissing my fingers. “You scared me to death. I hated hurting you.”

“I’m sorry. I was wondering for a moment why anyone would ever have sex again,” I admit.

“I was concerned and kicking myself for not preparing you better or waiting longer.”

I shake my head. “I don’t think anything could have prepared me for that. It had to be done. It won’t hurt next time, will it?”

“No. Never again.” He lifts his hips slightly and rotates them, moving inside me.

“You’re still hard,” I say.

“That’s because the sexiest naked woman on earth is sitting on me while I’m impaled inside her.” He cups my breasts and flicks his thumbs over my nipples.

I whimper and arch my chest forward.

“If you keep making noises like that, I’ll be hard for weeks,” he teases.

“If you keep playing with my nipples, I won’t be able to stop myself.”

“I guess we’re stuck here then. Do you suppose two people have ever died of thirst and hunger because they couldn’t stand to be parted?” he jokes.

“Guess we’ll find out. If we stay like this long enough, can we just have sex again without parting?”

He smiles. “Yes. In theory. I’m not as young as you though, angel. I might need more time to rejuvenate.”

“How old are you?” I realize I’ve never asked.

“Forty.”

I tsk him. “So old. They say I’ll be at my sexual prime when I’m forty. You’ll be using a walker by then.”

He tucks his thumbs under my armpits and tickles me mercilessly.

I squirm and giggle and try to get away from him without lifting off his erection. “Daddy,” I shout.

“A walker?” he jokes. “At fifty-five you think I’ll be over the hill? I’ll have you know, Little girl, I’ll still be running circles around you when I’m fifty-five. I’ll still be tying your shoes and pouring your milk.”

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