“That’s exactly what I was working toward.” He laughed and kissed up my body until he was resting on his elbows over me. I could feel the press of his hard cock against my stomach. “Do you have condoms?” he asked.
It was a valid question, but I’d only ever had one sexual partner in my long-term, monogamous marriage. When I’d finished menopause, I’d asked my doctor to screen me for STIs—just in case I decided to enter the dating pool again.
As it turned out, that was a smart move.
“I was screened when I finished menopause and was negative.”
“I tested negative six months ago and haven’t had any partners since then.”
I bit my lip and peered up at him. “If you're okay without using one, so am I.”
He groaned and rocked against me slightly, his cock jutting into me.
Fuck, I wanted him inside me.
“I am more than okay with that,” he whispered against the shell of my ear. “I can’t wait to see my cum dripping out of your pretty, pink cunt.”
Yep. It was official. Dirty talk was my new kink. All those years of vanilla marriage, and this is what I’d been missing out on? It was a damn shame.
Alistair rubbed his cock along my sensitive pussy, notching it at my entrance but not pushing it inside.
“I’ll go nice and slow. Let me know if it’s hurting you and we’ll stop, okay?” His brown eyes were full of kindness as he tenderly brushed my hair out of my face with his thumb.
I nodded, and slowly, he eased the tapered tip of his cock inside of me. My breath hitched, and I grabbed fistfuls of his hair as my pussy stretched around him.
“Shit,” he huffed and stared down at where we were joined. “You’re so fucking tight.”
“You’re so fucking big,” I groaned.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, concern flashing over his face.
“No. No, it feels good.”
And it did.
His cock was slick and smooth, gliding in with zero resistance, which shocked me. Since I’d hit menopause, I’d had some issues with dryness, but that wasn’t the case tonight. It was like Niagara Falls down there.
Alistair pushed in further until he was buried deep inside me, and his sheath rubbed against the entrance of my pussy.
“Pam,” he breathed, leaning in closer until the hair on his chest teased the hardened peaks of my nipples. His lips lingered over mine for a moment, then he started to thrust, swallowing the gasp that left me with the first pump of his hips.
I arched into him again, meeting his thrusts, my fists tightening their grip on his hair. He was stretching me, breaking me apart just to build me up again. Propping himself up on one arm, Alistair slid his hand down my chest to my breast. He pinched my nipple between his fingers, and I whined, throwing my head back.
“Do you like that, beautiful? You like me playing with your nipples while I give you my cock?” he asked, his gruff voice sending shivers down my spine.
A strained “Yes,” was all I could manage. I’d never had sex like this. Never been fucked within an inch of my life.
He gave my nipple one last pinch before moving his hand lower, down to the swell of my hips. His fingers dug into my skin, and he fucked me harder, driving my body into the bed.
With each snap of his hips, his sheath teased my clit, coaxing me closer to my orgasm.
There was no way this was possible.
There was no way Alistair could make me come three times in one evening—but he seemed determined.
Still inside me, he shifted back onto his knees and gently raised my hips. Thanks to the new angle and slight upward curve of his cock, I could feel each pass over my G-spot.
“Do you need a pillow?” he asked, still thrusting into me.
