Chapter Seven
Seven
Pam
I feel beautiful, I am beautiful.
Other than the glow of the bedside lamps, the room was dark.
The movie was over.
Beneath me, Alistair’s chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm.
We must have fallen asleep.
I shifted, trying to reach my phone to check the time, but Al held me tight and rolled on top of me.
“Pam,” he sighed in my ear, and I could feel the press of his thick cock against my pussy.
“Alistair,” I whispered against his lips, feeling the soft tickle of his whiskers.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes.”
His fingers trailed up the column of my neck. “Can I kiss you?”
“Please.”
Things between us were moving at warp speed, but I felt comfortable with Alistair. He was big on consent, which was important to me.
Alistair’s fingers fisted in my hair, gently pulling my head to one side as he kissed up my neck.
“Fuck,” I moaned, arching my back into his body.
“Someone likes neck kisses.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.
He kissed along my jawline before pressing his mouth to mine. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside his mouth, feeling the warm pressure of his textured tongue against mine.
Don had never been big on oral sex, but I was insanely curious about what Al’s tongue would feel like sweeping back and forth over my clit.
My hands traveled down to the bulge in his pants, stroking his cock through the material before fiddling with his belt buckle.
He broke the kiss and glanced down at me. “Pam, we don’t have to—”
“Al. Please. I want this. If you want to, that is.”
I was so turned on. It was our first date, and I was ready to beg him to sleep with me.
“Are you sure?” His deep brown eyes looked into mine, seeking confirmation that this was what I wanted.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure of something.”
He thrust his hips against mine and smiled mischievously. “You want to feel this thick cock inside you?” he asked with another thrust, and my breath hitched.
I nodded.
“Let’s get undressed,” he rasped against my neck.
Alistair rose from the bed and undid his belt, letting his jeans drop to the floor.
Embodying confidence, he held my gaze as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, his tail leisurely swishing back and forth behind him.
I stared wide-eyed at the sight in front of me.
Those tree-trunk thighs, his perfect dad bod covered in soft hair.
“Come on,” he said when he was stripped down to his boxer briefs. “Let me see you.”
I took a deep breath and climbed off the bed, doing my best not to focus on the bulge in his underwear. Yeah, I’d already seen his cock, but that didn’t make it any less impressive.
Slowly, I worked my leggings down, feeling thankful I’d shaved my legs. Once I’d kicked them off, I pulled my sweater over my head, revealing what was underneath.
I stood there in my black support bra and full-coverage cotton underwear, my soft body streaked with stretch marks, age spots, and cellulite. But I didn’t feel self-conscious, not with the way Alistair looked at me.
He gazed at me with complete and utter adoration as he palmed his cock. “You’re so beautiful. You know that, Pam Rollins?”
“Thank you.” I didn’t even refute it. I took the compliment because I felt it.
Alistair stepped closer. His fingers explored my body, the skin beneath pebbling in their wake. Carefully, he undid my bra, exposing the hardened tips of my nipples. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulled them down as he lowered to his knees in front of me.
“Holy goddess,” he said, nuzzling the velvety tip of his nose against my soft stomach. “So sexy.”
He dragged his lips lower until I could feel the warmth of his breath over my pussy.
“I want to taste you, if that’s okay.” He tilted his head back to look up at me, checking in with me like he’d done all day. “But I understand if you don’t like—”
I cut him off before he could continue. “No. No. It isn’t that. It’s just that I don’t have a lot of experience with someone going down on me.” Admitting it was slightly embarrassing, but if anyone would understand and withhold judgment, it was Alistair.
“Pam.” He gripped the backs of my thighs, holding me tight. “You deserve pleasure. You deserve to be treated like the goddess you are. Let me give you that.”
“Okay,” I said, rubbing the base of his ears as I nodded in confirmation.
“Lie down on the bed for me, sweetheart.” He placed a soft kiss on the bare skin of my pussy, easing some of my anxiety before he pulled away.
With a deep breath, I climbed onto the bed and spread my legs wide, baring myself to Alistair. Teasing the peak of my nipple with one hand, I slid the other over my stomach and into the slick heat of my pussy while I waited for him to join me.
Alistair’s soulful eyes tracked every slip, slide, and glide of my fingers. He was completely focused on me as he pulled down his boxer briefs, releasing his cock. “That’s it. Let me see that pretty pussy. Show me exactly what you like,” he said, his voice raspy and rough.
I circled my clit, applying rough pressure as he worked his cock with slow strokes. “Alistair,” I whined and threw my head back.
He was so confident. So sexy. And his tongue—I wanted to feel it.
The bed dipped as he joined me and settled his broad body between my legs, spreading me wider to accommodate his horns. Eyes locked with mine, Alistair grabbed my hand, bringing my fingers to his mouth and licking them clean.
“Shit,” I gasped, forcing a laugh out of him.
I’d never seen something so…sexy.
“Did you like that, sweetheart?”
“It was hot.” The way my chest heaved with each word was evidence of that.
“Do you want me to keep going?” he asked, the cool kiss of his nose ring tickling my inner thighs.
“Gods yes.” The words had barely left my lips when I felt the first swipe of his tongue along my center.
It felt so fucking good. Warm and wet and coarse, like nothing I’d ever experienced before.
Even my toys paled in comparison.
Alistair swirled his tongue in slow circles around my clit, getting close but never touching it, edging me with languid licks until I bucked my hips in frustration. I was so used to pleasuring myself that I was having trouble letting go.
He released an amused laugh and wrapped his arms around my thighs, giving him better control. “Patience, babe. Relax and enjoy it.”
With another teasing swipe of his tongue, he finally reached my clit, dragging the wide pad over it again and again. Somehow, Alistair knew just how I liked it, applying heavy pressure instead of a tickling caress.
“Alistair,” I breathed, my core already tightening.
“Does that feel good?” he asked.
“Yes,” I moaned and reached down, grabbing his horns while I rode his face.
“That’s it. Take what you need,” he groaned between each lap of his tongue.
He was eating my pussy like I was a Michelin Star meal.
Alistair latched on to my clit with his lips, sucking hard, and that was it.
“Fuck!” I screamed as I tipped over the edge, my thighs quaking against his face with my orgasm.
It was intense, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through my body. It was better than anything I’d been able to give myself, especially since menopause.
And definitely better than Don had ever made me feel.
He continued to gently lick my clit until my body softened, and I released his horns.
“What do you think?” he asked, smirking up at me. He was obviously pleased with himself. “Can you give me another one?”
His fingers pushed inside me before I could answer, drawing a moan from me as he caressed my G-spot.
Could I go again?
Gasping, I gripped the sheets, focusing on how full I felt with his wide fingers inside me.
It was one night. One amazing date and one night together.
I could definitely go again.
“I—I can give you another one,” I sputtered. “And—and then I want you to fuck me.”
“Mmm,” he said, rubbing his damp face along the soft expanse of my inner thigh. “I love a woman who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to ask for it.”
He licked my clit again, making tiny figure eights with the tip of his tongue and mimicking the movement internally with his fingers. As sensitive as I was from the first orgasm, it was perfect. Each soft, gentle touch, each glide of his tongue, made my pussy throb.
There was no way I was already close again.
Given Alistair’s sexual prowess, it was obvious that his experience far outweighed my own, but I didn’t fucking care. At that moment, I had his full attention, and that’s all that mattered.
He replaced his tongue with his thumb, pulling back to look at me while he smoothed it over my clit. “I can feel you clenching my fingers, beautiful. I want to see how pretty you look when you scream my name. I want to watch you come undone against my fingertips.”
I loved that he wanted to watch me, that his main focus was me and my pleasure. It was all the things I’d read about in my romance books—he was like a pleasure dom, deriving satisfaction from how good he made me feel.
He pressed down on my clit, quickly dragging his thumb back and forth, his wide fingers pumping in and out.
“Fuck,” I moaned. Feeling my center tense, I arched my back and closed my eyes, waiting for my orgasm to sweep over me.
“Look at me, Pam,” Alistair called from between my legs. “I want those pretty green eyes watching me while I make you come.”
I forced my eyes open and peered down at him while he stroked my clit. The tips of his fingers curled over my G-spot again and again and again until I cried out from the intensity of my orgasm.
“That’s it,” he purred. His movements slowed, and he withdrew his fingers. “You look so beautiful when you come for me.”
Alistair peppered my inner thighs with soft kisses, then stared up at me with a smug smile on his face. “You all right up there?”
I let out a deep breath. “I think I had an out-of-body experience.”
“That’s exactly what I was working toward.” He laughed and kissed up my body until he was resting on his elbows over me. I could feel the press of his hard cock against my stomach. “Do you have condoms?” he asked.