Chapter 11 - Mona #3
As I get in bed, arranging myself on my back, he opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out a condom packet.
“You’re impressively prepared for someone who hasn’t had sex in ten years.”
He huffs as he climbs on top of me, settling between my legs and holding his weight on his arms. “Will you be offended if I admit I bought them two days ago?”
A giggle surprises me. Despite the weight of his intelligence and the gravity with which he approaches the world, he’s still so warm, so clever. “I wouldn’t be offended at all. I actually thought about getting some too. Very smart thinking on your part.”
He leans down to kiss me then, and all thoughts of condoms or anything else fly out of my head. The kiss is as slow and careful as everything else about him, but it’s deep. Sensual. He’s as into it as I am, and soon my whole body is pulsing as I move restlessly beneath him.
My hands skim over his smooth back and down to his tightly curved ass. I feel the developed muscles at the back of his thighs and then caress up until I’m gripping his thick hair.
And he’s still kissing me. Despite the hard shape of his erection pressing against me, he doesn’t speed up or move on.
I’m used to guys—even those who’ve cared about my pleasure—being eager to get to the main event, but Douglas doesn’t rush in any way. When he’s finally done with my mouth, he kisses my face. My neck. My shoulders and breasts. My shuddering belly.
Then back up to my breasts.
By now I’m hot and pink all over and so aroused I can’t stay still. As he teases one of my nipples, I arch up with a long moan, clutching his hair with both hands, holding his head in place and trying futilely to find some friction for my aching clit.
“Douglas!” My hair is all over my face, and my legs are bent and spread wide apart.
“Yes, sweetheart?” He lifts his head to check my face.
“I’m dying here.”
“I thought you were enjoying it.” There’s a teasing glint in his eyes, belying his sober expression.
“I am enjoying, but it’s also torture. I’m ready to move on whenever you are.”
He starts to answer but then stops. His expression shifts slightly.
“Are you stalling on purpose?” I ask in a soft, more serious voice. “Douglas, I told you I’m not expecting anything wild or acrobatic here. I just want to be with you.”
“I want to be with you too, but it’s been so long for me and I want you so much that I’m not sure how… I want to make sure you’re fully satisfied before we move on.”
“Oh.” My heart does a silly flip-flop in my chest. “Okay. I’m good with that. But isn’t it time for you to get down to the part where you… satisfy me? Otherwise I’m going to shift into bossy mode, and no one wants that.”
He huffs in amusement. Moves up to press a quick kiss on my mouth before he returns to my breast. He murmurs before he takes my nipple into his mouth, “You might be surprised by all the sides of you I want.”
I barely have time to process those words before he moves a hand between my legs. He feels me gently before using his fingers to open me enough to find my clit, then rubs it in slow circles.
At the intense surge of pleasure, I arch up dramatically and let out the silliest helpless sound.
“Now you’re getting what you want,” he murmurs, lifting his head enough to watch my shameless response.
“You’re so beautiful like this. No hiding.
No inhibitions.” As he murmurs out his appreciation, he keeps massaging my clit.
“You’re the bright song of my heart, Mona.
You can let go. I love to make you feel this way. ”
My orgasm is rising fast and hard. I reach up to grab the headboard to stop myself from writhing too much.
“You’re giving yourself over to it so beautifully. You’re almost there now. You’re doing so good. Give in just a little more.”
I’m not sure how or why, but his voice gets me there as much as his touch. I fall into climax, louder than I’d normally be comfortable with. But the sensations are as real and raw and intense as everything I’m feeling in my heart, and there’s no way to hold any of it back.
As soon as I fall over the edge, he shifts the position of his hand to slide two fingers inside me. So as I shake and pump my hips with each wave of sensation, my inner walls are clamping down hard around his fingers.
Before I’ve come down, he starts pumping them.
It feels so good I try to ride his hand with my hips with little rhythmic grunts.
After a minute, another orgasm is rising just as fast and hard as the first. I come again before I expect it, my body rocking like a wave as I work through all the spasms.
It’s a couple of minutes before my senses return enough to think clearly. When I can focus on his face, he’s smiling.
“You look proud of yourself,” I say.
He gives me a few last caresses before he retrieves his hand from between my legs. He licks his fingers clean with a slow, feral dedication. “You might say that. But it’s tempered by a kind of awe. That you wanted me to please you that way.”
“I did. I do. Thank you so much for making me feel that good. But isn’t it time for you to get some satisfaction too?”
He nods, licking his lips before he reaches over for the condom.
As he tears it open, I suddenly wonder if he’s ever worn one before. If he and his wife were both virgins when they married and she couldn’t have children, he might have never needed one before now.
Without thinking, I reach out to stroke his erection. He gasps and closes his eyes.
I caress him for a minute before I take the condom out of his hand and roll it on for him. “Does that feel okay?”
He checks it, nodding before he smiles softly at me. “It’s fine. Thank you, my beautiful girl.”
Well, there’s clearly no end to his repertoire of romantic endearments. Every one of them sounds sweet and old-fashioned and exactly like him.
I lie back down, and he arranges himself above me again. I part my legs. We don’t need to discuss it. Of course we’re going to use missionary position for our first time together.
I want to see him as we do this, and this position seems to match our current mood.
“All good?” I ask as he gazes down at me.
“Better than I could have ever imagined. You’re sure about this, right?”
“I am.” I lift my head to give him a quick kiss. “I’m ready. We’re good.”
We are good. And he appears to know it as much as I do as he carefully lines himself up at my entrance and gently eases his erection inside me.
He’s kind of large, but it’s a good fit. He feels snug and substantial inside me, and I love the feel of it. I shift my hips and relax my inner muscles until it’s comfortable.
He’s breathing heavily, his head turned to the side as he adjusts.
“Nothing has ever felt better than you,” he murmurs as he begins to thrust.
I shouldn’t be surprised that his lovemaking is as deep and slow and considered as everything else about him. He builds up a satisfying, controlled rhythm, and I match it eagerly with my hips. The motion stimulates all my nerve endings, and I let out little sounds of satisfaction with each thrust.
He does too. Soft, helpless grunts. I love the sound of them.
I love all of it. We move together for a few minutes until his rhythm speeds up.
“Yes,” I gasp. “Faster. I want it. I need more.”
He accelerates. Moves in me faster and harder until the bed starts to shake. Douglas’s eyes are open the whole time, and he never looks away from my face.
He’s with me. He’s with me.
Another orgasm surprises me, and I cry out and shake through it just before Douglas falls out of rhythm. He jerks and shudders with the spasms of his release, and he’s still rolling his hips and pushing into me when his climax has faded to raspy breathing.
His face has relaxed deliciously. He kisses me for a minute until he has to pull out and take care of the condom.
He gets up to throw it away, and I hear the water in the sink. I use the bathroom when he returns.
I pause by the bed, stopping myself before I do what I want and crawl under the covers with him.
He reaches out to take my hand. “Do you not want to sleep with me?”
“Of course I do. But I wasn’t sure if you… I mean, since we’re not together for real, I thought…”
He shakes his head. “Sweetheart, be serious. People are different. I know they are. But I will always be me. And I can’t imagine ever—ever—wanting to do what we just did with someone and not wanting to wake up with her beside me in the morning.”
I make a helpless, sobbing sound. Far too much emotion coming out in one burst.
Then I let him pull me back into bed beside him.