Chapter Seven #2
It was a valid question, but I’d only ever had one sexual partner in my long-term monogamous marriage. When I’d finished menopause, I’d asked my doctor to screen me for STIs just in case I decided to enter the dating pool again.
As it turned out, that was a smart move.
“I was screened when I finished menopause and was negative.”
“I tested negative six months ago and haven’t had any partners since then.”
I bit my lip and peered up at him. “If you’re okay without using one, so am I.”
He groaned and rocked against me slightly, his cock jutting against me.
Fuck, I wanted him inside me.
“I am more than okay with that,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to see my cum dripping out of your pretty pink cunt.”
Yep. It was official. Dirty talk was my new kink. All those years of vanilla marriage, and this is what I’d been missing out on? It was a damn shame.
Alistair rubbed his cock along my sensitive pussy, notching it at my entrance but not pushing it inside.
“I’ll go nice and slow. Let me know if it’s hurting you and we’ll stop, okay?” His brown eyes were full of kindness as he tenderly brushed my hair out of my face with his thumb.
I nodded, and slowly he eased the tapered tip of his cock inside me. My breath hitched, and I grabbed fistfuls of his hair as my pussy stretched around him.
“Shit,” he huffed and stared down at where we were joined. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big,” I groaned.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concern flashing over his face.
“No. No, it feels good.”
And it did.
His cock was slick and smooth, gliding in with zero resistance, which shocked me. Since I’d hit menopause, I’d had some issues with dryness, but that wasn’t the case tonight. It was like Niagara Falls down there.
Alistair pushed in farther until he was buried deep inside me, and his sheath rubbed against the entrance of my pussy.
“Pam,” he breathed, leaning in closer until the hair on his chest teased the hardened peaks of my nipples. His lips lingered over mine for a moment, then he started to thrust, swallowing the gasp that left me with the first pump of his hips.
I arched into him again, meeting his thrusts, my fists tightening their grip on his hair.
He was stretching me, breaking me apart just to build me up again.
Propping himself up on one arm, Alistair slid his hand down my chest to my breast. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and I whined, throwing my head back.
“Do you like that, beautiful? You like me playing with your nipples while I give you my cock?” he asked, his gruff voice sending shivers down my spine.
A strained “yes” was all I could manage. I’d never had sex like this. Never been fucked within an inch of my life.
He gave my nipple one last pinch before moving his hand lower, down to the swell of my hips. His fingers dug into my skin, and he fucked me harder, driving my body into the bed.
With each snap of his hips, his sheath teased my clit, coaxing me closer to my orgasm.
There was no way this was possible.
There was no way Alistair could make me come three times in one evening, but he seemed determined.
Still inside me, he shifted back onto his knees and gently raised my hips. Thanks to the new angle and slight upward curve of his cock, I could feel each pass over my G-spot.
“Do you need a pillow?” he asked, still thrusting into me.
I shook my head. I was so close to getting off; it felt too good to even bother.
“So”—a harsh thrust—“fucking”—another thrust—“sexy.” The sound of his body pounding into mine was muffled by his hair. “You’re going to give me another orgasm, and then I’m going to fill this tight cunt with my cum.”
Alistair released one side of my hips and trailed his fingers down to my pussy. He rubbed what felt like two fingers along my entrance before swirling them over my clit.
“Oh gods,” I panted, sensitive from the two orgasms he’d given me already.
He continued to thrust, his cock hitting my G-spot just right and those magical fingers massaging my clit exactly how I liked it.
Tension built low in my stomach, and I could feel my pussy tightening around his cock.
“One more, Pam. One more, and I’ll give this greedy pussy my cum.”
Fuck.
Alistair pinched my clit between his fingers, giving it a gentle tug that made me come. This orgasm was different—softer—with soothing waves of pleasure that started in my center and radiated through my entire body.
“Yes, fuck. You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, fucking me through my orgasm.
My pussy clenched his cock, and it spasmed inside me, filling me with his cum just like he’d promised.
When he was finished, he leaned into me, his hot panting breaths caressing the crook of my neck.
“Pam. Kiss me,” he said, the words raspy as he fought to catch his breath.
I turned my head and pressed my lips to his, savoring the warmth of his body, the sweep of his tongue against mine, and the connection I felt with him still inside me. It was a lazy kiss, soft and sumptuous, just the two of us cherishing this moment together.
I didn’t want it to end.
Eventually, Alistair pulled away, gently nuzzling me with his nose before propping himself up on his elbows.
“Shit,” he said, looking down between us. “I should have asked you to put a towel down.”
I laughed and ran my fingers through the soft hair along his sides. “It’s fine. I have a mattress protector.”
“It’s, uh…” His bovine ears folded over bashfully. “It’s just a little messy. Let me get you cleaned up.”
Alistair pulled out slowly and settled himself between my legs again.
Was he going to do what I thought he was going to do?
That would be a first. Don would have never…
He watched intently as his cum dribbled out of my pussy, down onto my ass and the bed.
“Such a pretty sight,” he groaned, rubbing his face along my thigh.
I could have sworn he was going to lick his cum off me, but instead, he took two of his fingers and pushed it back inside.
“Fuck,” I hissed at the intrusion, drawing a laugh out of him.
He pulled his fingers out and leaned over me on one arm. “Open your mouth.”
It wasn’t a question or a suggestion but a command.
I opened my mouth, and Alistair slid his fingers inside. My eyes fluttered closed, and I moaned when the flavor of the two of us hit my tongue. This was one of the most erotic sexual experiences I’d ever had—and it was a onetime thing.
Alistair slowly withdrew his fingers, and when I opened my eyes, he smiled down at me. “You liked that, huh?” he asked with a dreamy lopsided grin.
“Let’s just say this has awakened a lot of things in me.”
He laughed before pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’m glad I could make you feel good. Now, where can I find your towels?”
Such a gentleman.
“They’re in the bathroom…on the shelf to the left.”
With a heavy grunt, he climbed off the bed and strutted, nude, into the bathroom.
He was so hot.
His personality, his body, his skills in the bedroom—all of it was perfect. And tomorrow, he was leaving.
Alistair carried two towels over to the bed, and I forced myself to give him a little smile.
We’d just had mind-blowing sex. I didn’t want to dwell on the fact that he was leaving tomorrow. I wanted to enjoy the time we had left.
“Spread those legs, sweetheart,” he requested and gingerly wiped me clean. “Now lift your hips for me.”
I propped myself up on my elbows and thrust my pelvis forward, earning a little smile from him. He carefully spread a clean towel out underneath me to cover any mess we’d left on the bed.
When he was done, he threw the dirty towel in the hamper and climbed back onto the bed with me.
“Is this okay?” he asked, snuggling behind me so that I was the little spoon.
“This is more than okay,” I answered.
It was the most content I’d felt in a long time.
I inhaled deep whiffs of his sage and pine scent, hoping my sheets would smell like him tonight because tomorrow they’d be going in the wash.
Wiggling closer, I could feel the press of his stiff sheath against my backside.
Twenty times a day.
It was a shame we didn’t have more time.