sure I’ll make it very long.”
She laughed, surprising herself with the low, sultry sound
of it. Sexy women sounded like that. Not her. “You always say that and you
always manage to perform just fine.”
“Glad to hear it. But a guy can worry. Especially an old man
like me.”
She swatted at his shoulder. “You’re not old.”
His skilled fingers stroked her clit. He knew her rhythm.
Not so slow as to be tedious but not so fast that she couldn’t keep up with his
pace. Amanda liked to ease into it, savor each moment.
Her muscles contracted. She wanted him to fill her up.
Usually she could come just with his fingers but he’d been gone for days. She
wanted the whole thing. Amanda’s body would settle for nothing less.
“On top.” He rolled her over on top of him. “I feel like
watching you ride me tonight.”
Her mouth stung from where she’d bitten down on it. Someday
perhaps she’d tell him how much it turned her on when he ordered her around. If
she made it too easy for him, the game would change.
“And we should do what you want? Because you want it that
way?”
“That’s right.” He leaned up on the backs of his arms. “I’m
in charge. Of all things. Didn’t you know?”
Dean spent his days caring for others, even if he didn’t
realize that was exactly what he did. He would have said his life consisted of
putting out fires before they started. In any case, she wanted to take care of him .
All the time.
Especially in bed .
“Maybe for tonight.”
She climbed on top of him until she straddled him. His hard
length poking up at her made her mouth water. Dean’s cock, erect, thick and
deeply veined, brought her more pleasure than she’d ever known possible.
“Grab a condom.” His neck muscles clenched. “Unless you’re
ready.”
A baby. She smiled. “Sure. If you are.”
“I’ve been. As you know.”
They’d never been together skin-to-skin before—she hadn’t wanted
to conceive. Something had changed. A baby who looked like him, with her eyes. Or
a mixture of them both.
She climbed on top, putting him inside her pussy. She was still
wet from when he’d touched her earlier, and he slid in easily despite his largeness.
If she didn’t get ready for him, taking his penis into her warmth could be a
challenge, since he had quite a large member. But not this time.
His eyes were hooded, his voice barely a whisper when he
spoke. “Amanda.”
“I love you.” She spoke the words on rare occasions. He knew
she felt them. Words were just words. Too many spoken, not enough meant. Yet at
the moment when his unsheathed cock touched the sensitive skin of her pussy,
she felt she should say them to truly bring solemnity to the moment.
“I love you too.” He stroked the top of her leg.
She rode him, her muscles clenching around him with each
thrust. His hips came up to meet hers, movement for movement. They’d done this
dance before. Somehow, it still stayed fresh. Amanda knew better than to question
why. Good things came and went from their lives. When everything was perfect,
she didn’t tempt the fates.
Amanda quickened her pace. On top, she could really rub her
clit against him, which sent jolts of pleasure up and down her spine.
“Hell.” Dean hissed in a breath. “Sweetheart. How do you do
this to me?”
She couldn’t answer him. With her eyes closed, she reached up
to stroke her breasts, pulling on her nipples. Dean liked to watch when she
pleasured herself.
“Faster,” he ordered her.
She did as he said, speeding up her pace to a frenzy. They
were both panting. Pressure built from deep inside her until it exploded
outward. Dean called out her name seconds before the warmth of his seed shot
inside her.
Amanda fell forward and Dean caught her in his arms. His
cock still inside her, she jolted with every movement his hard length made.
“You’re going to kill me, woman. The death of me in your
arms. It’ll be quite a way to go.”
Amanda’s eyes flew open.
She laughed, surprising herself with the low, sultry sound
of it. Sexy women sounded like that. Not her. “You always say that and you
always manage to perform just fine.”
“Glad to hear it. But a guy can worry. Especially an old man
like me.”
She swatted at his shoulder. “You’re not old.”
His skilled fingers stroked her clit. He knew her rhythm.
Not so slow as to be tedious but not so fast that she couldn’t keep up with his
pace. Amanda liked to ease into it, savor each moment.
Her muscles contracted. She wanted him to fill her up.
Usually she could come just with his fingers but he’d been gone for days. She
wanted the whole thing. Amanda’s body would settle for nothing less.
“On top.” He rolled her over on top of him. “I feel like
watching you ride me tonight.”
Her mouth stung from where she’d bitten down on it. Someday
perhaps she’d tell him how much it turned her on when he ordered her around. If
she made it too easy for him, the game would change.
“And we should do what you want? Because you want it that
way?”
“That’s right.” He leaned up on the backs of his arms. “I’m
in charge. Of all things. Didn’t you know?”
Dean spent his days caring for others, even if he didn’t
realize that was exactly what he did. He would have said his life consisted of
putting out fires before they started. In any case, she wanted to take care of him .
All the time.
Especially in bed .
“Maybe for tonight.”
She climbed on top of him until she straddled him. His hard
length poking up at her made her mouth water. Dean’s cock, erect, thick and
deeply veined, brought her more pleasure than she’d ever known possible.
“Grab a condom.” His neck muscles clenched. “Unless you’re
ready.”
A baby. She smiled. “Sure. If you are.”
“I’ve been. As you know.”
They’d never been together skin-to-skin before—she hadn’t wanted
to conceive. Something had changed. A baby who looked like him, with her eyes. Or
a mixture of them both.
She climbed on top, putting him inside her pussy. She was still
wet from when he’d touched her earlier, and he slid in easily despite his largeness.
If she didn’t get ready for him, taking his penis into her warmth could be a
challenge, since he had quite a large member. But not this time.
His eyes were hooded, his voice barely a whisper when he
spoke. “Amanda.”
“I love you.” She spoke the words on rare occasions. He knew
she felt them. Words were just words. Too many spoken, not enough meant. Yet at
the moment when his unsheathed cock touched the sensitive skin of her pussy,
she felt she should say them to truly bring solemnity to the moment.
“I love you too.” He stroked the top of her leg.
She rode him, her muscles clenching around him with each
thrust. His hips came up to meet hers, movement for movement. They’d done this
dance before. Somehow, it still stayed fresh. Amanda knew better than to question
why. Good things came and went from their lives. When everything was perfect,
she didn’t tempt the fates.
Amanda quickened her pace. On top, she could really rub her
clit against him, which sent jolts of pleasure up and down her spine.
“Hell.” Dean hissed in a breath. “Sweetheart. How do you do
this to me?”
She couldn’t answer him. With her eyes closed, she reached up
to stroke her breasts, pulling on her nipples. Dean liked to watch when she
pleasured herself.
“Faster,” he ordered her.
She did as he said, speeding up her pace to a frenzy. They
were both panting. Pressure built from deep inside her until it exploded
outward. Dean called out her name seconds before the warmth of his seed shot
inside her.
Amanda fell forward and Dean caught her in his arms. His
cock still inside her, she jolted with every movement his hard length made.
“You’re going to kill me, woman. The death of me in your
arms. It’ll be quite a way to go.”
Amanda’s eyes flew open.
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