Chapter Six
Hugh Didn’t question her decision. With a nod, he heaved her up and crushed her to him. Instinctively, she crossed her legs over his buttocks and swept her hands over his shoulders, scoring him lightly with her nails and marvelling at the wall of muscle beneath his shirt. He carried her effortlessly out of the kitchen, down the hall, and up the stairs to the master bedroom.
He didn’t bother turning on the light. Elizabeth was glad of that. The darkness helped her nervousness, made her feel like she was somewhere other than her family home, and it hid the photos. They were many- and everywhere, photos of birthdays and events, of her family and friends, of Victor. She didn’t think she could do this with him watching.
However, there was enough light for Hugh to discern the outline of the grand canopied king-size bed. He made straight for it, but he didn’t notice the rug at its foot. He slipped, and they tumbled together onto the neatly made covers, with Elizabeth on top.
She felt a thrill shiver down her spine as she took in the sight of the young man lying beneath her, unable to keep the devious smirk from her lips.
Strong, intelligent, and handsome, there wasn’t a red-blooded woman alive that wouldn’t give her right arm just to have him look at them the way he was at her. And yet, at this moment, he only had eyes for her, the mother of his best friend. A middle-aged housewife who had given the best years of her life to a neglectful, drunkard and adulterer. What had she ever done to get so lucky?
Smirking wickedly, Elizabeth winked, then shuffled her butt back down his legs.
Hugh gave her a quizzical look. "Mrs Clarke?”
“I love it when you call me that,” she purred, keeping her eyes locked on his until she found what she was looking for and gave a surprised gasp. “Wow, you’ve grown into such a big boy.”
Then, with her eyes still burning into his, she dipped her head and dragged the flat of her tongue up the underside of his cock from root to tip before going to work on him.
Hugh groaned and fisted the sheets, unable to look away as she bowed her head. Those full pink lips stretched tight and gliding down his cock, sucking him in.
“Oh fuck, Mrs Clarke…”
Whenever he called her that, it just sounded so dirty. Elizabeth couldn’t help moaning around her mouthful. And he was a mouthful. She’d wanted to take him all in, but he was much too big for that. Only a third of the way down and she was already at her limit. Yet that only made her feel naughtier. He just smelled so good, and his taste- she’d never known a man could taste so good. Pulling back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked and mouthed his thick crown.
“Is this what you want, Hugh, your best friend’s mum, sucking your cock?”
Releasing the head, she swirled her tongue around and around the wide crest, before pulling back to tease the tip with flicking licks. Then she was dragging the flat of her tongue up and down his length, like she was licking an ice lolly, and all the while still looking up into his eyes.
“Mmm… such a yummy cock. I bet you make all the girls choke with this big dick…”
It was too much. Hugh couldn’t take it.
“Oh, shit!” he groaned, eyes rolling up and his head falling back into the bed’s soft embrace.
Elizabeth grinned inwardly, relishing the feeling of his cock pulsing under her tongue. “I want it, you bad boy. Wanna feel this big dick splitting me open. I need it!”
Quick as a snake, Hugh lurched up, seized her around the waist and hurled her to the bed. Then, looming above her, he pulled his shirt over his head. With a flick of his wrist, he cast it aside. His shoes and trousers were gone just as quickly, leaving him standing before her in all his naked glory, the weak light glittering over his sculpted muscles and casting him in a godly radiance.
She didn’t have time to enjoy the view, however. In the blink of an eye, he was on top of her. With a quick tug, he had her robe undone and over her head. She gasped at his sudden ferocity, his new dominance a complete turn on that had her all but panting as the weight of his erection settled against her throbbing clit.
“Ready?”
“Yes!” Elizabeth wanted to scream. What was he waiting for? Couldn’t he see that she’d never been more ready for anything in all her life? “Yes, damn it, just fuck me, you bast-oh!”
Her back arched as her every sense was consumed by the delicious burn of his cock driving home. He filled her so completely, she could feel his every ridge and thick ropy vein coiled about his trunk. It was such a delicious sensation. She couldn’t help fisting the sheets as her long legs closed around the sexy V-line of his waist and dug her heels into his flanks, urging him on.
Yet Hugh held firm. He had to.
Fuck, she felt so good, all hot, slick and so fucking snug. It was almost unbearable. It was only through force of sheer will that he was able to tear himself down from the edge before it was too late. Then her lush inner walls wrapped around him, squeezing his dick like a fist in a warm velvet glove. And it was too much.
He had to move.
“Oh god, oh shit… oh fuck!” Elizabeth felt ready to burst as Hugh started rolling his hips, drawing back, then driving home, going deliciously deep as the flair of his hips spread her legs back. His pace was intolerably slow, but with each fervent drive she could feel herself opening to him, her delicate tissues stretching around every delicious inch of him. It was so raw, so intense.
Sex with her husband was nothing compared to this. Even the way he was looking at her. Patrick had never looked at her that way. He didn’t want to possess her, to own and use her as though she were property. He wanted simply to love her, to be with her in every way that two people could be. The way nobody had ever been with her before.
This wasn’t just lust or longing, this was something more, something deeper, something both sacred and beautiful.
Elizabeth couldn’t stand it. “Oh god, I’m cumming”
“That’s it, cum for me, Mrs Clarke.” His command was a low growl in her ear before he kissed her, smashing his mouth to hers, his tongue stroking hers as she came.
Shaking, riding the waves, Elizabeth clung to him, hands grabbing and clawing every bit of him she could reach, barely able to hang on. Desperate for more, she moved with him, grinding against each lunge of his big dick even as they sent her spiralling higher and higher.
Feeling her writhe under him, Hugh was certain he was orbiting madness.
It took all of his will not to give into his dark side, his primitive side. The debased animal that lurked in the heart of every man. The beast that yearned to take this woman, to make her beg and scream his name. It clawed at his resolve, whispering a sweet song of dominance and mastery. Yet he wanted this to be more than just fucking.
Now was his chance to show her, to prove to her, that there was more for her than just the mundane existence of a lonely housewife for her. That he was a better man than her good-for-nothing husband. His time had come and hooking an arm round her waist, he pulled her close, driving her hot little cunt all the way down to his root, as he reared back and pushed up onto his knees.
“Oh God!” Elizabeth gasped, ripping her lips from his in a long moan as his new angle of penetration scraped her sweet spot just right.
The way he held her had her hips pinned to his, and as he rocked back and forth, dragging her clit deliciously over his abdomen. The sensation was so intense it made her head spin. Completely absorbed in her own pleasure, her lips had formed an ‘O’ shape and with each jolting thrust, her whole body jumped delightedly to meet him, causing her enchantingly full breasts to bounce. “Yes, yes, yes! Harder baby! Please… fuck me harder!”
“Yeah, ride my dick Mrs Clarke, ride it!”
“Oh my god… so much… so deep… oh fuck… it’s amazing!” She was shaking again, her whole body humming as waves of sensation washed through her and goose bumps rose up all over her skin.
“You love my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes! I love it, fuck my pussy more, I want it, I love it”
“Is it better than your husband’s?”
To emphasise his question, he buried himself in her warmth again and saw the dam inside her crack beneath a sudden mini climax that caused her eyes to roll. Her body trembled as liquid ecstasy rushed through her and Hugh watched with unabashed delight, fucking her through the pleasure with quick stabs of his cock.
“So … so much better, oh fuck. I had no idea what I’ve been missing… I… I never knew sex could be so… so good! Fuck me more! Make me take it! Use me like he never cou-oh!” The cry left her lips before her mind could register what she had said, yet it was too late. Her body was melting in a sea of liquid pleasure and all sense of words and thought had left her. Moaning hotly as she tossed her head from side to side, her sweat dampened mane of raven hair fanning out around her, she caught only the briefest glimpse of him smirking down at her. It was a very hot look on him. It made the throbbing knot in her centre pulse dangerously, pushing her towards her pleasure’s violent pinnacle.
“And who is the best fuck of your life?” Perspiration glistened across his bronzed skin and a few salty drops rolled down his neck as he felt himself nearing his limit.
“You! Oh Fuck… you Hugh… it… oh god, yes… it was always you… so good… I can’t take it… I’m… I’m cumming!”
Even as she spoke, she could feel her arms coiling around his neck as her arse gyrated in his lap. They were so close now, it perfumed her every gasping breath with his musky scent and she was suddenly aware of how hot his skin felt against her body. The sensations were so intense, her world had dissolved into a brilliant rush of colour and she couldn’t tell where one tide of pleasure ceased and the next began as they merged into one continuous flood of glorious ecstasy.
Was she going mad?
Or perhaps this was what it felt like to die?
Maybe death by sex wasn’t just some delightful male fantasy, and this terrific young stud had indeed fucked her into an early grave.
“Yeah, that’s it, cum for me Mrs Clarke, cum all over my… my- oh fuck! I’m cumming too!”
The visual stimuli of her gorgeous naked body writhing and wriggling atop his pillaging shaft, combined with the feel of her juices coating him as her walls closed tight, sent him over the edge. After being restrained for so long, the force of his release was like nothing he had ever experienced, and a thunderous groan bellowed from his lips as his seed surged into her womb.
Still joined in the most intimate of fashions, they collapsed together in a tangled mass of limbs on the bed, their chests heaving with laboured breaths. Sweat made their bodies glisten in the low light, yet neither made any effort to move. Feeling safe and content in the others’ presence, they fell into a blissful sleep.