So, so close.
I’m so damn close. Right on the edge, right about to?—
…Silver pulls back. His mouth and fingers disappear from my tingling, throbbing pussy. He climbs up my body and presses his lips to mine in a deep, searing kiss.
I taste myself on his tongue, the sweet and tangy taste turning me on even more. My pussy aches to feel him.
Not just his tongue but the rest of him.
His body presses against mine, his erection hard and bulging against my thigh.
He groans into my ear. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Do you feel just as good too?”
I shiver at the question. At how his warm breath brushes across my skin. His hips roll against mine, reminding me how close we are.
I simply whimper at the friction of my bare skin and his denim. Before he can even ask what I want next, I’m volunteering the information.
Maybe I’m that sick of waiting.
“I want you inside me,” I purr back. “I want you to feel you. All of you, Silver.”
His expression hardens as if he’s fighting to control himself. Then he nods and kisses me, pushing his tongue into my mouth.
We work together getting rid of his clothes. I handle his shirt buttons and help him shrug it off. Both our hands push at his jeans and boxer briefs.
Silver’s body is sculpted and rippling with tattooed muscle. It’s no surprise he’s kept himself in shape for any age, much less a man of forty-five.
He’s beautiful in the most raw, masculine way.
Defined muscle and hard angles. Specks of hair where it should be, like on his chest and a trail leading from his navel to his…
I lose my breath drinking in his big, fat dick.
He runs his fist over himself, the length hard and erect and dripping precum.
My thighs instinctively spread wider for him, making room as he settles in between. It feels so natural and comfortable that I can’t help smiling up at him.
His eyes gleam back as he holds my gaze and then kisses me some more.
If we were ever convinced this could be wrong, it’s in this moment that deep down we both know that’s not possible.
This can’t possibly be wrong when it makes us feel so good. When it feels so right as he brushes his dick against my pussy and tingling sparks fire off.
His throbbing, hot, velvety dick teasing my soft, slick, swollen pussy.
How could this be bad for me when I’ve never felt safer?
We kiss and fondle each other, his hand on my breast and mine boldly stroking at his dick. Together we guide him to my entrance, and he rests his brow against mine for a final moment.
It’s the last few seconds before everything between us changes. Before there’s no going back from what we’re about to do.
Then… he pushes inside and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
It’s instant pleasure. Instant hot tingles that explode from within. A rush of feel-good chemicals that quickly consumes me.
My memories of what happened with Kel are the opposite—his heavy pants, his clumsy gyrations, the burning pain juxtaposed with my inability to move or speak.
But with Silver it’s like everything pulses with life.
