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9
Dexter
I kiss Tilly.
I kiss her before I pull out, before I roll away.
I never do that.
When it’s a one-night thing, after sex is over, that is it. I don’t cuddle—and I don’t know if that’s me or the women I’ve been with don’t go for it either. We have sex. I make sure they are fully and completely satisfied. And then I leave.
But after I finish with Tilly—and it’s one hell of a good finish with Tilly—I look down and Tilly is staring at me with a mix of amazement and happiness and she looks so sweet that I kiss her.
A gentle, soft kiss. So different from the filthy things I said to her, only a fraction of what I was thinking, what I wanted to say.
That her pussy was so tight and wet that I felt like my cock was drowning. That my balls were crawling back into my belly as I came—came so hard that I literally saw stars. That I wanted to keep fucking her forever.
I might have said that one.
And then I roll away and lie on the pillow beside her, both of us staring at the ceiling. Tilly immediately pulls up the sheets.
I didn’t even take off her bra.
How could I have missed that? Her breasts were the first thing that caught my eye, so how could I not even check them out other than a few kisses and a caress?
It actually wasn’t her breasts that enticed me; it had been her face and how I could tell she was bored but refusing to show it. Her shoulders were hunched just a bit like she wanted to hide.
In the bar, I noticed all of that first.
And then the breasts.
I look over at the breasts, making a lovely mound under the sheet. And then I glance at her.
Tilly is staring but doesn’t look like she’s seeing anything. Her lips are parted like she’s expecting a kiss, but she appears a little stunned.
By me. I’ve stunned her.
“You okay?” I try and hide the smirk but, come on—I’ve stunned a beautiful woman into silence.
Pat myself on the back unless… it’s not a good thing. I think it was okay—
“I think so,” Tilly says slowly. “Thank… you?”
It was good. I knew it. I couldn’t imagine that not being great for her. “You don’t thank me,” I tell her with a smile in my voice.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admits, and gives a little giggle. “I feel like I should.”
“Give me a few minutes and that giggle will make me hard again.”
“I… oh?” The smile on her face—incredulous and so happy. “So, what now?”
“You stay there looking sexy for a few minutes and then we do it again.”
“Again?”
I frown. Maybe I am reading this wrong. “Is that not a good thing?”
Tilly laughs. She clutches the sheet and laughs . “Do you know old I am?”
That came out of left field. “I don’t really care unless it means we can’t have sex again.” I roll onto my side and study her face.
I have no idea about her age. And I don’t want to guess because I’ll get it wrong.
“I’m older than you, unless you’re forty-six,” she informs me.
“You’re forty-five?”
With a moan that was nothing like the noises she made just minutes earlier, Tilly pulls the sheet over her face. “I’m old.”
This is a first. I have never slept with an older woman. And… it doesn’t matter at all. I pull the sheet away from her face, giving me a good view of her breasts. “You’re beautiful,” I tell her honestly. Because she is. Soft cheeks, full lips, swollen from my kisses. Sleepy, satisfied eyes, with tiny creases at the corners. I run my finger along her lips, wanting to kiss her again.
“I’m sorry I deceived you,” she whispers.
I burst out laughing. “Tilly, I don’t care how old you are. The only thing I care about right now is worshiping these.” I run a finger along the lace of her bra. “And the rest of you.”
“You already did a pretty good job of that,” she says, her cheeks turning pink.
“There’s always room for more.” I pull the sheet away to look at the rest of her. Those breasts, mouth-watering in pink satin, a stomach that may not be as tight as the younger women I’m used to, but Tilly shows no other sign of age. I don’t see her age; I only see a woman I want to fuck again.
And my cock agrees.
“Unless you’d like me to go.” I brush her hair off her forehead and wait.
I don’t have to wait long. “No,” she says in a soft voice.
“Good.” And I bend my head over her breasts.