Chapter 8 #2
“I don’t need slow,” she told him honestly. “I just need you.”
“Damn, woman,” Simon breathed. “Come here.”
He pulled her into his embrace, and Atlee loved the skin-on-skin contact of their chests. He smelled good. As if he’d taken a shower before she’d arrived.
He stepped back slightly but didn’t take his hands from her.
His gaze was locked on hers as he reached for the fastening of her pants.
He undid the button and lowered the zipper before pushing her jeans down her legs.
To her surprise, he took her underwear down with the pants.
She stood before him completely naked. She had a moment of worry, but the look of lust in his eyes made her stand straighter, with a confidence she hadn’t felt in years.
He didn’t take his eyes off her as he removed his shoes then shoved his own pants and boxers down until he was as naked as she was.
For a man in his fifties, he was in remarkable shape.
Her gaze lowered as she took him in. His thighs were muscular, and while he was nowhere near fat, he wasn’t exactly twenty-five anymore either.
Which made her feel much better. He had wrinkles and a touch of extra padding around his middle.
But it wasn’t his belly that held her attention.
It was the rock-hard cock between his legs.
He wasn’t overly long, but he was thick. Captivated, she reached for him.
Simon caught her hand before she could wrap her fingers around the object of her fascination.
“If you touch me, this will definitely be over before it starts. Get on the bed, Atlee.”
She wanted to protest. Wanted to go to her knees and take him into her mouth, which was surprising, because she’d never been a huge fan of giving head in the past. But there was something about this man that made her want to give him everything.
She took a step backward and hit the mattress with her butt. She scooted upward, hoping she didn’t look as clumsy as she felt, then finally lay back on the bed. Simon followed immediately and hovered over her.
His gaze seemed to be drinking her in. A hand came up, and he smoothed it over her hair for a moment before he used his index finger to trace a line down her cheek, over her collarbone, and then to one of her nipples. It immediately beaded for him, as if begging for his touch.
Simon smiled. “So responsive,” he murmured.
Atlee opened her mouth to say something but didn’t get a chance, as his lips were suddenly on hers once more. As they kissed, his hand caressed her. First gently, then rougher, as their kiss went on and on. He pinched her nipple, then soothed the sting with his hand.
He tore his lips from hers and moved down her body, replacing his hand with his lips. He sucked, nibbled, bit, and tongued her nipples, taking turns going back and forth from one to the other, all the while caressing whichever breast his mouth wasn’t occupied with.
Atlee squirmed under him as her lust for the man grew. Her hands caressed his back, his arms, and she threaded the fingers of one hand into his hair as he made her lose her mind with desire.
When he lifted his mouth off a nipple with an audible pop, she thought she’d finally get her turn to touch more of him, but she was wrong. He moved downward, staring up at her with a satisfied and anticipatory grin.
“I want to touch you too,” she said, sounding more whiny than she would’ve liked.
“I’m not done getting acquainted with your body yet,” he told her in a firm tone.
Then he pushed her thighs open and settled between them.
Atlee felt herself blush. It had been years since anyone had been as close to her most private place as Simon was now. She had the momentary panicked thought that she should’ve shaved down there—before he made her forget anything other than the feel of his mouth on her sex.
He licked her slit, straight to her clit, and looked up her body as he began to flick the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue.
She jerked under him and couldn’t hold back the squeak of pleasure his touch evoked.
He smiled, lowered his gaze between her legs, and did his best to drive her out of her mind.
Simon used his lips, tongue, teeth, and fingers to explore, taste, and touch every inch of her. If she had any reticence about what he was doing, that had been blown out of the water.
Atlee couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt as good as she did right that moment. He seemed to know exactly where and how to touch her. She closed her eyes and savored the pleasure coursing through her veins.
He stopped and growled, his warm breath wafting over the wet skin between her legs. “No. Look at me. See who’s touching you. Who’s going to make you come.”
Atlee’s eyes popped open, and she lifted her head to look down.
Simon’s face was wet with her juices, and he looked a little feral.
A twinge moved through her body, and she swore she had a mini orgasm just from looking at him right that moment.
His elbows were holding her thighs out to the side, two fingers on one hand were buried deep in her body, and the other hand was resting on her lower belly, his thumb gently strumming her clit.
It was carnal and sexy, and her words popped out before she thought about what she was saying.
“I see you, Simon Hill. I’ve been waiting for you for years.”
He stilled, and his expression softened. “You’ve got me.”
Atlee smiled. “Good.”
He lowered his head and kept his gaze locked on hers as he locked his lips over her clit and began to suck.
Her hips jerked under him, but he held on, didn’t release her clit from his mouth. His fingers began to slowly move in and out of her pussy, as he brought her closer and closer to the edge.
Atlee’s inner muscles clenched around his digits. It felt good, but she wanted more. Wanted all of him. She had no time to tell him that, as before she was ready, her vision went blurry and she came.
Simon kept his mouth locked on her clit as she orgasmed, and it wasn’t until she flinched away from him that he released her. He licked his lips but still didn’t remove his fingers from inside her.
“I’ve never seen or felt anything as sexy as that,” he murmured.
“More,” Atlee told him.
“What?”
“I want more. I want you. Inside me. Now, Simon!”
His lips twitched, then he was smiling. Huge. He removed his fingers, making Atlee whimper a little. She felt empty now, and she hated it.
“My woman’s greedy. I love it,” Simon said, as he moved up her body. He reached over and opened a drawer on the small table next to the bed, pulling out a condom. Grateful he was prepared, Atlee widened her legs when he propped himself over her once more.
“If I hurt you, let me know.”
“You won’t.”
“I could. I’m…big.”
“Yes. Yes, you are. And I can’t wait to feel you filling me up.”
Where the dirty talk was coming from, Atlee didn’t know. She wasn’t like this. At least she hadn’t been before. But Simon was different from anyone she’d been with. She felt safe with him. Could say what she wanted. And what she wanted was him. Inside her. Filling her completely.
Simon took a deep breath, then took hold of his cock at the base and scooted forward, widening her legs even more. Atlee lifted them and put her feet flat on the mattress. She held her breath in anticipation as he notched the head of his cock where it belonged.
Simon didn’t think he was going to be able to hold out.
Atlee smelled so damn good. A mixture of the sweet, fruity lotion she used and her own musky essence.
His face was sticky with her juices, and he freaking loved it.
Her pussy had squeezed his fingers so tightly as she came, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to fit his cock inside her.
He was thicker than a lot of men, and the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her.
Just getting the head of his dick inside her was a tight fit.
His breaths came out fast and hard as he held on to his control by the skin of his teeth.
All he wanted was to sink inside her hot body.
There was nothing better than the feeling of warm, wet pussy around his cock, but he had a feeling this woman was about to ruin him for anyone else.
Which was more than all right. He wanted to be ruined by Atlee. He’d waited his entire life for her, and had no qualms about spending the rest of his days with this woman at his side.
Looking down at her pussy, her legs spread open, her slit weeping…it was almost too much. Holding his breath, squeezing the base of his cock so he wouldn’t explode the moment he got inside her, he pushed forward.
He wasn’t going to make it.
She felt too good. When he had just the tip inside her, he paused. The sight of her stretching around his cock was erotic as hell and hotter than anything he’d ever seen.
“Yes! More, Simon. I can take it. Please.”
It was the “please” that got to him. Sometimes he liked when a woman begged, but it felt wrong to hear Atlee pleading with him. “Shhhh, I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
She sighed in pleasure, and he felt what his words did to her as her muscles tightened around the head of his cock.
He pushed in a little more, and they both groaned.
“Am I hurting you?”
“No!” she exclaimed, as her fingernails dug into his ass, urging him on.
Done hesitating, Simon sank all the way into Atlee in one long, swift and sure thrust.
To his relief, she pushed her hips up to meet him. But still he paused, wanting to be certain he wasn’t causing her any pain.
“I’m…so…full,” she gasped.
He grinned as he stared down at where their pubic hair was tangled together now.
He shifted a little, and she panted under him, squirming, but he held her down with his body weight.
Not crushing her, just giving himself a little time to get his body under control.
He wanted this to last. It was their first time, and they’d never get another.
“You feel…I’ve never… Damn, Atlee. If I could live here, I would.”
She giggled, and he felt it all along his dick.