“Do you have any idea how badly I want you right now?” I ask.
“I mean, considering we got interrupted a few minutes ago, I’m guessing pretty badly…” she says with a small smile.
Oh, baby girl…
I lower myself down so I am eye level with her pussy, kissing her lower stomach before nibbling at the elastic. Then I rip them downwards, tearing the lace with my teeth, exposing all of her. I kiss her softly, teasing her clit again just to warm things up; she gasps. I shed my briefs and lower myself back down onto her.
“Did you just rip my panties off with your teeth?” she asks. I grin and pin her hands above her head again.
“Yes, I did,” I say, maneuvering my hips over hers. We’re skin against skin now, and while we are still wet, we have definitely warmed up. Charlotte’s chest is rising and falling with her rapid breaths. I kiss the swell of her breasts before pressing my lips back to her mouth again.
Freeing one of her hands, I use mine to guide myself inside her. It’s a smooth glide. She is hot, wet and ready for me, and we both moan as I fill her up. She uses her free hand to rake her fingernails through my hair. I didn’t know how much it would drive me wild until I met her. I’m usually a little uncertain what women think of my hair. It’s still dark brown and thick, and my hairline could put Henry Cavill to shame, but the silver is becoming more prominent. When I hit my mid-forties, it really started turning gray, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s even in my beard a little.
“I love your hair,” she says as her hand trails from the back of my head to my jawline and over my chin. It’s like she can read my mind.
“Oh, yeah?” I ask, grinding slowly into her. “What do you love about it?”
“The color…” she says with a small smile.
“So it doesn’t bother you?” I ask, moving rhythmically over her.
“That you’re older than me?” she asks.
“I prefer the termmature,” I say with a hint of a cringe.
“I’m not sure that word entirely fits you,” she teases.
“Baby girl, are you implying I’m not a man?” I ask.
“Not at all…” she says with a giggle. And with that, I drive myself deep inside her.
“Oh, god…” she lets out, and I clench her hands more tightly in mine.
“What was that?” I ask.
“I said fuck,” she cries out, and I let out a gritty chortle.
“Good girl,” I say before picking up the pace, thrusting my dick in and out of her until I can feel the promising swell of release.
“Gavin,” she moans, wrapping her legs around me. Her fingers dig into my hands as her jaw unhinges. I can tell by the shuddering in her muscles that she is close too.
I reposition myself a little higher, knowing that the hard, smooth tip of my cock is rubbing right against her g-spot. The heat builds to an uncontainable level inside her.
“Oh fuck!” she screams, and her body bucks against mine as I come inside of her, her pussy tightening in spasms around me.
I come to my knees and sit back, both of us gasping for air with a smile.
“That was crazy,” she pants.
“Crazy good or crazy bad?” I ask, reaching for a towel.
“What do you think?” she asks, and I grin. She rolls over and pulls the blanket over herself. As much as I don’t want to, I get dressed.
“I have to go,” I tell her.
“I know,” she says.
Before I leave, I plant a kiss on her lips and then quietly sneak out. Once again, the night air feels amazing. Only this time, in the distance, is the soft glow of the sun. It’ll be coming up in an hour or so. Damn.
