My body temperature rises and I shrug off the dressing gown hanging from my arms.
Alex tugs at the t-shirt. “Take this off too. I want to bury my face between your tits.”
I hesitate, knowing my body’s a lot different from when we were together, but at my age, I’ve run out of fucks to give and curl my fingers around the hem, lifting it over my head. A shiver courses down my spine and my nipples tingle in the cool night air, but nothing compares to the hot cock inside me, stoking a fire deep in my belly.
Alex pushes my breasts up and swoops down, taking my nipple between his teeth.
I arch my back and cry out as he bites, then sucks as if he can draw milk. Miracles do happen. I thought I was all dried up until I arrived here, now my pussy’s like Niagara Falls. With each rockof my hips, he hits the spot inside me that’s been dormant for so long.
“Merry.” He hisses through his teeth as I roll my hips. “Fuck.” His eyes widen just as his muscles tense.
I freeze. “What’s wrong? Is it your back?” Oh crap. My first sexual encounter in years and he does his back in. That’s just my bloody luck.
His face contorts as if he’s in pain, his dick no longer like a rod of steel, but more like a mushy banana that’s past its sell-by date.
I climb off, not wanting to do any more damage, and sit on the lounger beside him. Slickness pools between my touching thighs and it’s clear this isn’t all from me. I may have been wet, but now there’s a river of cum leaking from my vagina. “You came?”
“Don’t be mad.” He winces again, but now I know it’s with embarrassment.
“So your back’s okay?” Please let his back be okay.
“I’m fine. It’s just my pride that’s hurt.”
“How long before… you know. It rises again?” I tap my fingers against the plastic lounger while I patiently wait for the second coming. I’ve waited years for this. I can wait another fifteen minutes.
He scratches the back of his neck. “I don’t know, morning?”
“Morning?” I shout.
“I’m nothing but a mortal, Merry, with a fucking goddess riding my dick. I couldn’t stop it. It’s been a few months since I’ve…you know.”
“A few months?” I whisper yell. “Try a few years for me. I haven’t been this disappointed since we lost the election.”
“Lie back, let me make it up to you.”
I relax back onto the lounger, staring up at the moon. I should be seeing stars right about now, but all the headiness seems to have vanished when he shot his load.
His fingers graze my nipple, working their way down over the round, soft flesh of my belly.
My skin breaks out in goose bumps. A cool chill swathes over my skin, pebbling my nipples again.
“You’re just as I remember you, Merry.” He strokes the plump V where my thighs meet. “Open up for me.”
I spread my legs, the air turning my slick thighs cold.
His hand delves deeper, sinking two fingers into my heat as he gazes into my eyes.
When we were fucking, we were both lost in the moment, but now he’s finished, all the attention is on me. It’s intense, suffocating, overwhelming, and electrifying at the same.
The way he’s gazing into my eyes is giving me all sorts of feels that I haven’t experienced in twenty years. Feelings I thought I’d handled, but now they’re back and threatening to drown me as waves of emotion and memories crash over me. I gasp for breath, but it’s like I’m unable to reach the surface as his captivating gaze holds me prisoner.
“You still like it like this?” His thumb circles my clit while his fingers curl inside, stroking me there. “And this?” He breaks eye contact, but only for a second as he presses his lips to my neck. After all this time, he remembers exactly where I like to be kissed and how I like to be touched.
“Alex, it’s okay. You don’t have to do this.” I turn my head away from his penetrating gaze, afraid he’ll be able to read me like a book and know the only reason I need this to stop is because it’s too much. This is only going to end in disaster. I’ve spent too much money in therapy getting over this man to dive right back into his bed without a second thought to the repercussions.
“I want to do this.” He presses his lips to my neck again, now he has better access with my head turned.
“It’s fine. I can see the enthusiasm is gone. Don’t worry about it.” I move to the side to reach for my t-shirt, but he pulls me back down on the lounger. My body shivers, but I’m not cold.
