Page 136 of Devil in the Details

She whimpers, her legs shake, and I push deeper, my pubic bone grinding against her sensitive clit. Her hands move to my shoulders, grappling for purchase, her foot slips, and I barely manage to get my feet beneath me before she starts to fall into me.

I surge to my feet, now standing with one of her knees hooked over my elbow. I spread her wide, shoving her bodily against the window for leverage, my dick speared deep in her pussy.

I grind into her, then pull back and shove back in, short, deep pushes that have the room echoing with the slaps of our bodies connecting. Her hands push on my shoulders, keeping her shoulder pressed back so she can meet my thrusts, angling her hips just how she likes it.

I watch her face, as I always do, the play of emotions setting my blood on fire almost as much as the wet grip of her pussy gripping my cock. I shove in sharply, she frowns, biting her lip. Ipull out, slowly, feeling the slippery drag along every inch of my dick and she gasps, whimpers, sobs, begging me to shove back in, over and over and over.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” she moans, her eyes closing, her face twisting and then relaxing as her orgasms takes hold. “Just like that. Don’t stop. Please. Don’t stop.”

I don’t stop, I keep on with the same rhythm, the firm thrusts of my cock inside her driving that pleasure deeper, until, I feel myself right there.

I increase my efforts, using her orgasm to fuel my own, until I rut into her like an animal. “Take it,” I grunt in time with my pulsing cock in her pussy. “Take it. Take it. Take it.”

I continue to pump into her long after my orgasm recedes, enjoying the slick feel of mutual release on my dick. She kisses my neck, my jaw, nuzzles my ear. I’m still holding her up with my body pushing her into the window, my panting breath on her neck.

My quads protest, my shoulders burn, and then my foot slips, sending me sharply to one side. I attempt to catch myself, to plant my foot more firmly, but it’s too late, gravity takes hold.

“Oh shit,” she yelps, as our balance teeters. Her leg slips from my grasp, falling against my hip. She reaches for the wall, comes up with air, instead attempts to clutch my shoulders, but it’s no use.

We slide to the floor, her mostly on top of me, a tangle of sticky limbs. I curse.

We lie there for a few minutes, sprawled on the floor in front of the window, wheezing from exertion and laughter.

After a while, we work to disentangle ourselves from each other, then, slowly, manage to come to our feet. Cassidy laughs, bent halfway over as she says, “I’m gonna feel that in the morning.”

“You ain’t kidding,” I respond, stretching my back out before attempting to take any steps. “I’m beginning to wonder if we really are getting too old for shenanigans.”

Tossing me my robe, she laughs. “Speak for yourself, old man.”

Glowering, I swat at her ass, but she dodges out of the way, giggling as she scurries toward the bedroom. I stop at the bathroom off the living room, quickly clean myself up before heading toward the master suite in search of her.

She’s putzing around in the en-suite bathroom, so I dump my robe on the ottoman at the foot of the bed, then pull the blankets down, lying on her side as has become may nightly ritual.

I just manage to roll out of the way before she falls onto the bed beside me, taking the warm spot as she always does. I reach down, yank the blankets up over her, pull it across and over myself before lying next to her. She thrashes about, eventually turning on her side, her hand reaching back for me until I turn toward her, pull her back against me.

Silence falls in the room, but it’s not heavy or cold; it’s comforting, that all-consuming warmth settling around us as sleep peeks in.

“What do you got?” she asks, her voice groggy, as if she was on the edge of sleep before it occurred to her to ask.

“You,” I murmur, turning my head so my face is pressed against hers. “I got you, babe.”

She sighs, and I sigh.

And then, we sleep.