Page 38 of S is for SEX

My fingers were small, but the third drove me wild. I couldn’t take it any longer. I carefully lifted my mouth from his shaft.

I fumbled to straddle him, hoping I could somehow fuck him as he slept. Before I lowered myself onto the tip, he coughed.

“What…what are…Alexandra?”

I steadied myself. “Uh huh?”

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice coarse and dry.

“Loving you,” I said.

“I’m loving you, too. What. What uhhm. What time is it?”

I reached for his cock. “Does it matter?”

“Guess not.”

I guided the tip in, gasping as it penetrated me. After working my hips back and forth for a few seconds, I had enough of him inside of me to pause for a moment.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

He inhaled a deep breath, grasped my shoulders firmly in his hands, and in one swift motion, rolled me onto my back.

“Adam,” I gasped. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

“You worry about you,” he said. “And let me worry about me.”

“Okay.”

I felt pressure from him slightly penetrating me, and then it stopped.

“The question you need to ask yourself is this, my dear,” he said. “Are you ready?”

On my back, and gazing up at his shadowy silhouette, I responded. “I think so.”

Upon receiving my verbal nod of approval, he slowly forced himself into me.

Entirely.

I gulped a breath. Before I could mentally – or physically – prepare for anything more, he withdrew his hips, extracting himself from me completely.

I exhaled and then took another quick breath.

Without warning, he shoved himself into me fully, causing all the air to shoot from my lungs.

With his cock buried deep inside of me, he swept my hair away from my face and then kissed me. The kiss was sensual and aggressive, lasting for several satisfying minutes.

When our lips eventually parted, I was a mess of sexual emotion.

“Okay, now I’m ready,” he said. “And, I’m going to show you what fucking is all about.”

I didn’t realize we were in a fuck contest, but it sure sounded fun. Just to make sure he gave me his all, I offered a little nudge.

I reached to the side, grabbed a pillow in each hand, and squeezed them tight in preparation of what was sure to come.

“Bring it, you crippled old man,” I said, trying not to laugh.

It was like I’d released a rodeo bull from the gate.

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