She made a humming noise and cupped him in her other hand, squeezing lightly.He lost control and surged into her mouth one last time.His semen shot from him so forcefully it nearly buckled his knees and he yelled out, beyond thought, operating on nothing but instinct.His climax went on and on.They’d had sex almost every night.He should be drained, but Madelaine managed to squeeze more out of him until his muscles quivered and he saw black spots before his eyes.
His arms gave out.Breathing hard he leaned against the wall.Beneath him Madelaine looked up and grinned that mischievous grin he loved so much.With a growl he scooped her up from the floor and carried her to his bed where he laid her down on the soft velvet comforter and spread her legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving as good as I got.”He pulled her sweatpants down and discovered much to his delight she wore no underwear.He looked up at her.“Minx.”
She laughed and tried to pull him on top of her but he shook his head.“This one is all for you, my love.”
He parted her curls and sucked in his breath at the wetness dripping from her and the bright pink bud nestled within.
“Christien?”
“Relax,mon amour.And enjoy.”He positioned his lips over her and sucked her in.She gasped, her body rigid, her legs tensing and he sensed this had never been done to her before.He took his time, lapping at her, putting pressure on the one place that had her squirming and calling out his name.
He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulders to open her wider.She moaned, grabbing handfuls of the comforter, her head moving from side to side.
Her hips pumped against his jaw, faster, then faster still.He worked her, his tongue gliding against the small bud until she began to gasp.She was near her climax.Her soft moans grew louder and his cock, rock hard again, pressed against the bed.He couldn’t believe he was this ready after his last climax, but he was and if he didn’t stop, he was going to come all over the comforter.His hips pumped in rhythm to hers.She let loose the comforter and grabbed his hair.
“Oh, God.Oh, God,” she whimpered.
Her legs tensed and her hips came off the bed so violently she smashed his nose into her pelvic bone.He put a finger inside her channel and she shattered around him, screaming.It was too much.He came with her, his own climax nearly as intense as the last one.
When she went boneless beneath him, Christien withdrew his finger and laid his head on her stomach, listening to the rise and fall of her breaths as she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Wow,” she said.
He smiled and turned to look at her.She was staring up at the ceiling, her hair spread around her, a light sheen of sweat coating her brow.
“Can we do that again sometime?”
He chuckled and crawled up the bed to take her in his arms.Immediately she curled around him and sighed.
“Anytime you want.”
“Maybe not tonight, but tomorrow?”
Miraculously he began to stir.For a seven-hundred-and-thirty-year-old man, he wasn’t doing too badly.
“Tomorrow it is.”
She sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes.Her cheeks were pink, her eyes still glazed.“I’m starving.You ready for dinner?”
He looked her up and down, taking in her glorious nakedness, the plump breasts that were a little more than a handful, the dark curls glistening at her center.“I’m sated.”He cocked a brow.“For now.”
She playfully swatted him and scooted off the bed.“Well I’m not.Let’s see what we have to eat.”
After cleaning up and putting their clothes back on, they scavenged the refrigerator and made turkey sandwiches.Madelaine grabbed a bag of chips and headed for the balcony.
They settled on the two-seater glider and looked out over the dark abyss of Lake Michigan.It was close to May and the warm weather was holding on, fighting the good fight against the last gasp of winter.He put his arm around her shoulders, drawing her closer.She pulled her feet beneath her as he pushed the glider into motion.
“It’s beautiful up here.”
“In the summer with the boats on the lake and the sun reflecting off the waves it’s magnificent.”
“I can’t wait to see it.”
Would she be around in the summer?Would she still be with him when she realized who he was and that once again he was keeping secrets from her?He pushed the glider a little harder, wishing he could push his thoughts away as easily.He would have to tell her everything, but for now he held his tongue.’Twould be best to tell her when he had all the facts.That gave him a day or two of reprieve.
