Chapter Three
“You’re squashing me,” I protested, a full five minutes later. It wasn’t that I wanted to move, but more I had to breathe. Isaac rolled off me, his sexy mouth curled up in a smirk. He dealt with the condom and then preceded to touch me, stroking his fingers through my slippery folds until the tingle I’d thought had finished, started up again. This time, he was more adventurous. His fingers smoothed my juices all the way up to my anus. An impudent finger pushed inside my puckered rosette and waggled.
“Ooh.” Richard had never done that before. I decided I quite liked the stretching, invasive sensation.
“Has anyone had your ass before?”
“No,” I said with caution.
“Not even toys inserted?”
“No.” Then, with a random rush of words. “Did you sleep with Susan?” I don’t know where the words came from—no, a lie. I knew all right. That old green-eyed monster called jealousy had me in a tight grip. A choke hold. The idea of Susan doing these things with Isaac was enough to make me uneasy. Me doing them, on the other hand, was quite all right.
Isaac removed his finger from my ass and sat up abruptly. “Curious or jealous?”
“A bit of both,” I said, once again with caution.
His face was impassive. “Want to know details?”
“God, no!”
“I never slept with Susan.” The quiet intensity in him told me he spoke the truth. “After I met you, I didn’t want to.”
“Oh.” I swallowed, feeling none the wiser and more confused. What did he mean? After he met me? It didn’t make sense. I was Susan’s mother. Suddenly, I didn’t want to talk. “Can we make love again?”
“Don’t you have any more questions?”
“No.” It was a lie. I had heaps of questions, but decided to bide my time. Some of the answers would come out in conversation. And besides, I’d been married and had a child. I was hardly in the position to act the jealous lover regarding things that had happened in the past.
Isaac reached for a condom and rolled it on.
“Wow,” I said, impressed. “When did that happen?” Thethatin question was a very impressive erection. Thick. Long. I shivered at the idea of being impaled again.
Isaac grinned down at me. “You turn me on.” Instead of coming to me, he lay down in the middle of the bed and tucked his hands behind his head. “Have at me,” he said, his saucy grin all the dare I needed.
I clambered over his reclining body until my knees were either side of his thighs. My busy hands stroked his cock and fondled his balls. They were hard and drawn up tight. I licked my lips and looked up at the tiny sound he made. In that moment I decided to really put the past behind me. I’d wring every bit of enjoyment out of the next two weeks. Not every forty-year-old got to have hot sex with a babe like Isaac. I should make the most of it.
He reached out to stroke his fingers across one breast. “You’re beautiful.”
“Thanks.” When he looked at me through his sleepy brown eyes, I felt beautiful. I bent my head and licked across his belly. The taut skin quivered beneath my ministrations. I worked my way down his groin, his straining cock rubbing against my cheek. I blew lightly across his balls. His hips bucked. Then, suddenly impatient, I moved. I raised my hips and impaled myself on his erection by tiny increments, enjoying the potent male heat as he stretched me. When I was finally fully seated, we both sighed.
I flexed my sheath, squeezing my inner muscles around his cock. It felt damned good so I did it again. My pulse jumped, and Isaac’s hips jerked. I lifted, slowly riding him, tilting my hips and experimenting with rhythm. My release was sudden and took me by surprise, roaring through me like a train passing straight through the station. I stilled. Isaac patted my thigh and flipped me over so my body was beneath his larger frame. Then, he thrust, entering me in quick choppy strokes, taking him to his release.
He rolled me back over, and I nestled against his sweaty chest, replete and sleepy.
“Go to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll wake you later.”
I was vaguely aware of him flipping off the light, plunging the room into darkness.
I woke to find him kissing me intimately, his head between my legs, his tongue stroking across my clit. He lifted me up to his mouth, lapping. Sucking. Nibbling. The man wassotalented. I lay back and enjoyed the waves of pleasure building to a peak. This time was slower but no less intense as he dipped and delved and finger fucked me into release.
“Incredible,” I murmured, my voice thick with sleep.
“You’re awake.”
“Barely.”
“Never mind.” His laugh was dark and wicked. “I’m quite happy to do all the work.” That said, he flipped me over onto my stomach. I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then he returned and covered me from behind. His cock slid home, and he teased me into another awesome orgasm that left me limp as a spaghetti noodle and very satisfied.
