“He lied. Helen, I want to taste you. I want to lick up all that arousal spilling from you because I know you’re making it for me. I want you to come on my tongue. God, if I had my way, you’d be sitting on my face, riding it until you came.”
She gasped. “I’d suffocate you.”
“What a way to go.” I winked. “But seriously, Helen. Your ex-husband was a selfish prick. I want my mouth on you. If you don’t or you hate it, then I won’t do it, but honestly, I think you might surprise yourself.” She leaned her head on my shoulder. “You’re worried about something else?” I asked, the tension in her body radiating off her.
“Maybe.”
“Are they ridiculous worries that you need to voice so you can stop thinking about them?”
“Also, maybe.” I could feel her smile. “I’ve only done missionary,” she told me with a sigh. “What if you want me to bend all over the place? I’m not sure my hips are that flexible.”
My lips curled into a half smile, loving how cute she was. “No gymnastic sex. Got it. Anything else.”
“No butt stuff.”
I shook my head. “I had no intention of involving your butt.”
“Condoms. I don’t have any. I mean, I’m on HRT… I don’t think I can get pregnant anymore, but, well…”
“I have condoms and lube. I snuck them in here earlier. I remember you said the vibrator hurt.”
She pressed a kiss to my neck. “Thank you. I’ve never used lube before either. God, I’m like a forty-nine-year-old virgin.”
I bit down on my bottom lip because her nerves were adorable, but I didn’t want her to think I was laughing at her.
“Well, beautiful, you won’t be a virgin by the time I’ve finished with you tonight, and I promise, you’ll soon be able to proudly declare you’ve done more than missionary and I won’t do anything that will risk a broken hip.”
She slapped my chest with the back of her hand, her nervous smile breaking into a loud laugh, which was exactly what I wanted.
“Sex should be fun, Helen. We should be able to laugh and smile and demand more… or less. I want you to be honest with me about what you want and need.”
“I want you to lick my pussy.” Her eyes widened and her hand flew to her mouth. “Oh, my god, I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I’m a wanton harlot.”
Pulling the pillow from her body, I tossed it to the side before straddling her hips and tugging her so she was laid out beneath me. “Wanton harlot is my favourite type of forty-nine-year-old virgin, so that’s perfect. Now let me show you how good I can make you feel and we’re not stopping until you’ve come on my tongue.”
“God,” she whispered.
“God isn’t listening right now, Helen. It’s just you and me, and the only name I want to hear from those lips tonight is mine.”
Chapter 20
Helen
I was going to die. I’d never felt anything like it and my heart hammered so hard, I was sure I was going to expire. The camisole had ridden up, exposing my breasts, which Jax was playing with, twisting my nipples and massaging them with the perfect amount of pressure while his mouth devoured me.
He alternated between licking my swollen bundle of nerves and pushing his tongue inside me. It felt sinful to enjoy something so intimate, but I tried not to think about Gary’s opinion of oral sex… because thinking about my ex when I had a man like Jax between my thighs was not something I wanted to do at all.
I cried out as I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him harder against me. I wondered if it was too much and then he groaned, working his tongue harder and I relaxed, deciding to go with what I wanted and not what I thought I should do. My hips rocked as I raked my fingers through his hair. “Don’t stop,” I begged as my body tightened, chasing its release. “Jax, I’m coming. Please don’t stop.”
Jax grabbed my hip with one hand, pushing two fingers inside me with the other while his tongue licked and flicked. My entire body arched as I exploded, yelling out his name as my orgasm took hold, leaving me gasping for breath. But Jax didn’t stop, curling his fingers inside me, assaulting my sensitive bits with his mouth until I came again, leaving me a sweaty mess, my body boneless and so satisfied I wasn’t sure I’d ever wipe the stupid grin from my face.
Suddenly Jax was above me, leaning in and kissing me, letting me taste myself on his lips. I wouldn’t think it would be something I liked, but it was so intimate that I loved sharing this moment with him.
I reached down between us, conscious he’d been taking such good care of me that I’d not touched him, but before I could do more than graze my fingers over his shaft, he took hold of my wrist gently.
“If you touch me, I’m going to come, and that’s not how I want tonight to end. I want to be inside you. Tell me I can fuck you, beautiful.”
“Yes. Please.” I’d never wanted anything more.
