I only let myself stay on top of her for a few moments to catch my breath, so I didn’t crush her.
Rolling onto my back, I lay there allowing my heart rate to ease a bit.
She turned into me, and I wrapped my arms around her back to pull her in closer.
We lay there together, her snuggled up against my side, half on top of me for a few moments, and I felt at peace. A peace I hadn’t ever known before.
“I was in too much of a hurry to care how we did it just now, but could we maybe try me on top at some point?” she asked, her tone carrying confidence, though her eyes expressed a hint of hesitation.
“Iris, if you want to be on top, you can be on top,” Itold her, my brain instantly dreaming of her in that exact position.
“I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.” She spoke quietly against my chest. “Cause I’d like to do that again sometime.”
Maybe I was still riding the high of what had just happened and not thinking straight, or maybe she put some sort of spell on me, but my response was to unintentionally unload all my personal inner thoughts.
“Iris, I have never had an orgasm like that in my life, and you aren’t the first woman I’ve slept with.”
Her face looked uncomfortable and also a little peeved, so I held up my hand for her to give me a second to explain. “I’m not tellin’ you that to start a fight or make you mad. I’m tellin’ you so that you understand the magnitude of what I’m saying. I’m a forty-year-old man, Iris. I’ve been around the block a few times, but I have never, and I mean never, had sex that felt as good as that before. That’s all you, woman.”
I looked down at her just in time to see a beaming smile on her face.
“Maybe we should do it again. You know, just to make sure it really was that good, and you aren’t just putting me on a pedestal.”
“Oh, I’m definitely putting you on a pedestal, because that’s where you belong. But if you wanna have another go at it, I’m never gonna turn you down.”
“Never, eh?” She smiled tauntingly.
“Never,” I said seriously, and I meant it.
I kissed the top of her head and relaxed with her at my side.
I took her two more times before we finally slept—both of which involved her being on top—and each time was better than the last.
I was living my best damn life, and I found myself hoping it never ended.
I woke up next to a soft, lush body wrapped around me like a pretzel, and I didn’t care one bit.
Despite having sex with Iris three times in the last twenty-four hours, my dick was up and raring to go again.
I ran my hands over the soft skin of her leg, which was wrapped around my waist. The movement must have woken her, because she rustled awake and kissed my neck. I rolled her over and underneath me.
“You’re addictive,” I said, my hands continuing to roam over her lush curves, my mouth gliding along her skin, peppering her with kiss after kiss.
Just the mere taste of her, and my dick was instantly hard.
“I crave every inch of you, Iris,” I told her gruffly.
She arched her back, pushing into me, telling me exactly where she wanted my mouth.
“I should have brought my own car so we could have used that extra time for more fun activitiesinstead of driving,” she said, and all I could think of was all the things I could do with those extra minutes.
Jeez. I was forty years old, acting like I was fourteen.
“We can pick this back up again later if you want, but we both have to get to work,” I told her, kissing her one last time on her neck—or at least I told myself it was the last time.
“How about I just drop you off at work, and then I’ll pick you up when you’re done and we’ll head back to your place,” I suggested.
She agreed, and we reluctantly climbed out of bed, got ready, and made our way to work. The bright spot was knowing we had plans to see each other again that night.
