My pulse skyrockets as I watch his thick cock spring to life.
Reaching down, he tugs it twice as if internally telling it to behave.
But I’ve got other ideas for that sexy cock of his.
Reaching to cup his balls, my eyes return to his, and I squeeze him gently. “It’s my turn to taste you.”
“Later, sweetheart. Like you, I’m already teetering on the edge, and there’s no chance in hell I’m coming anywhere other than in that sweet pussy of yours.”
With that, he leans in and crushes his lips to mine, and I’m lost in all things Mark.
I’m vaguely aware of being pushed back onto the bed and dragged up to the pillows. Every nip, suck, and grunt that comes from my body brings me further to life. I need this man more than I need my next breath.
When his body aligns with mine, he pants, “Condom?”
I know I’m safe, and there’s absolutely zero chance of pregnancy, but I’m not ready to get into that with him now. Mark’s the only one I’m dying to feel all of, but fuck, we’re not ready for that conversation. It would be a total buzzkill.
Instead, I say, “I’m clean and protected. If you think we need one, then use it.”
“You sure? Since my divorce, I’ve always used condoms. I was tested just before I left the Air Force, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“But that was…” I start, trying to do the math.
“Even longer than that,” he admits. “Other than when I was married, I’ve always used condoms, Faye. And you know how long ago I got divorced.”
“I’ve never gone without one,” I admit.
Mark’s eyes go round as saucers, “Never?”
“Never.”
Thankfully, my gut instinct was right about Corey. In this moment, it’s never been clearer that I never trusted him, even after all those years of being together. Even after all our time apart, I somehow trust Mark implicitly.
Mark’s lips purse, and I can tell he’s thinking about something.
Just as I’m about to call him on it, his face breaks out into the sexiest of smiles. “Can I have another of your firsts, then?”
Firsts? What’s he talking about?
Then it hits me, and I can’t help the grin that forms.
We were each other’s first everything.
“It wouldn’t be right with anyone but you, Mark.”
Pressing his lips to mine, I can hear the smile in his voice. “Glad to know we’re on the same page.”
Knowing I’m more than ready for him, I reach for his bobbing cock and squeeze him gently.
“Fuck, Faye. Stop teasing,” Mark demands. “Let me feel you.”
Not wanting to waste another minute, I drop my knees open further as I line him up with my entrance. The moment he presses against me, I’m reminded of just how much our bodies have changed. Gone is the boy who fumbled around, exploring every inch of my body as a teen. In his place is a man who knows exactly what he’s doing.
There’s nothing timid in the way Mark’s kisses completely consume me.
As if he’s got all the time in the world, he slowly works his cock into my tight channel bit by bit, letting my body adjust as he goes.
Once he’s fully seated, he groans, “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
