Chapter Eighteen
Marty
“Jenna, did you just come?” I pull back to ask. “Or do you have extremely strong pelvic floor muscles that will likely destroy me?”
With closed eyes and her lips clamped shut, she turns her head, exposing the arch of her neck in a way that I know is supposed to hide her face from me but just makes me want to graze my teeth over the skin there.
“Yeah, I just came.” Her body starts to shake in silent laughter. I think.
“Are you okay?” I ask. It's getting harder to keep still inside her because her laughter also squeezes my dick, not to mention how hot it is that she came already.
“I just had a mind-blowing orgasm. I'm more than okay,” she says and her face tilts back down, her eyes on me. I am relieved when I can still see hunger in them.
“You want to stop?” I still have to ask. This is different from any other sex I've had. I'm not sure if it's because I'm sober. I'm not sure if it's because it's with an older woman. I'm not sure if it's because for the first time in over a year, I'm not thinking about Arnie and how it was with him. Some hidden part of me is aware of it, but I’m so far from focusing on it. All I am trying to do is not ruin this, for her or for me.
“Have you fucked me yet?” she asks with hooded eyes.
“Technically, not yet.” I can't help the little jolt my dick gives, and I know she feels it because her eyelids lift.
“Have you come so hard you can't see?” She reaches behind and grips my butt cheeks.
“Not yet,” I say, and my dick moves again but that's all me, rocking into her. She hums out a small moan.
“Have I screamed your name as I come?” She squeezes me again, but something tells me this is very deliberate.
“No, not yet,” I manage.
“Then, no, I do not want to stop,” she says, and she turns her head to nuzzle my earlobe, biting it softly, before panting in my ear. “Please fuck me, Marty.”
So I do. I tense my arms as I hold her leg up with one hand and find balance on the shower wall close to her head with the other. I push against her with my chest, so close that we can't kiss anymore, and then I bend down and thrust into her deeper. I pull out then go back in again, going as slow as I can manage. She's warm and soft and smooth and it's so good, so good I almost don't want to come so I can stay here, but I need the release too. I have been feeling the swirl of desire for her for twenty-four giddy hours, which is no time at all, of course, but right now it feels like I have waited forever.
“You feel so good,” she says. “So good.”
“You're the one who feels good.” I brush my lips against whatever part of her face is nearest to them, her cheek possibly.
“It's been so long.” She whimpers.
“Since you had sex?” I ask. Maybe I should have asked this earlier.
“Yes,” she says. “Especially sex like this.”
I want to tell her I know exactly what she means, but I feel the build-up to my orgasm approach at a pace that shocks me. My sobriety is making me so much more aware of everything and leaving me more defenceless to delay the climax I am now chasing, rutting up into her faster.
“Jenna,” I say her name again and her fingernails dig deeper into my lower back.
“Harder,” she says. “More.”
“Jenna,” I say again, and I bend my knees, tilt my pelvis more and keep thrusting. Out of nowhere, I feel a heat in my left calf but I'm so close. It can cramp later.
“More,” she says. “Fuck me.”
“Yes,” I say and it's more of a grunt than a word. The pain in my calf is taking the full shape of the muscle, and I feel the familiar pull begin, as if it wants to rip itself off my leg.
Not now, please not now.
I close my eyes, feel the tightness in my balls and feel my dick harden that little bit more. I'm so close.
And then my calf starts to spasm and the pain shoots up through my leg and into every other muscle in my body as I tense, terrified of moving as my calf muscle tightens beyond comprehension.
