together, if I was right and he chased me to make this moment happen, then I have no regrets. Barely thirty-five years old, ten of those years as Adrian’s girlfriend, and I finally know what a real orgasm feels like.
Belmont freezes. His penis is pushed deep inside of me. He stops kissing me to look into my eyes. He’s wearing a strained expression.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I don’t want to come yet. But…”
He increases the speed of his strokes. He’s moving so fast that my insides are tickled, and I’m on the verge of experiencing my third orgasm ever. I’m moaning and grab handfuls of his damp sweater. He grunts and trembles and then collapses on top of me before I can fully finish.
One side of Belmont’s head is pressed against my cheek. We’re both breathing heavily. The seconds tick by, and he still hasn’t budged. I’m trying to think of what to say next.
“So where do we start?” he asks before I can form my own words.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“With the article we have to write for you.”
I snicker and his lips find mine.
“There’s nothing better than kissing your mouth”—he pauses thoughtfully—“other than eating you out and this.” He pushes his blossoming hard-on inside of me.
I have no response to what he just said. He seems to be getting a kick out of having sex with me. I don’t know if Adrian ever derived that much pleasure from my body. He had two modes: missionary and doggy-style. He was okay at it. He liked to pinch my nipples and suck on them until they’re sore. He always came pretty fast, which was why we usually had sex multiple times in one session. There was lots of passion between us–lots of caressing and hugging. I’m sure he desired me all the way up until the end.
“I’ll never stop if we stay like this,” Belmont finally proclaims. He carefully pulls himself out of me and uses the sheet to catch his spill off.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I whisper, horrified.
“Don’t worry. I always use condoms.”
I watch him wipe his thick penis with the comforter. “Yeah, right,” I say doubtfully.
He tilts his head. “You don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t,” I reply without hesitation.
“It’s true.”
“Did you use a condom the other night with Kara?”
“I did, but I couldn’t stay up. I didn’t even come.” He’s already pulled up his pants, and he’s zipping them.
“We still were very negligent,” I say as I slide off the bed.
“You and I are together, so it isn’t.”
I laugh. “You’re insane,” I joke, thinking he couldn’t really mean that.
“We are. No condom means girlfriend.”
I stop looking for my panties to study him. Although his eyes have a bouncy look, he’s certainly serious.
“This is how it happens when we’re meant to be, Daisy,” he says. He’s studying me, still grinning. He’s trying to read my reaction.
I certainly have the same irrational emotions that he has. I mean—could it happen like this? Is this how true love and fifty-year anniversaries began? Do they start with two people who know absolutely nothing about each other, other than knowing deep down they’ll never be apart? That’s how I feel. I finally locate my panties. “If you say so.”
“Then it’s settled. I’ll let Charlie know so he can stop hitting on you. If he does it again, I’ll break his neck.” He winks at me just to clue me in that he’s joking. He slides his leather belt through the buckle and tugs. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not violent. He won’t listen to me anyway. He’s going to keep trying until he has you in his bed.”
“Charlie’s never going to have me in his bed,” I say, very sure of that.
Belmont takes me by the arm and I smash into his strong chest. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
We kiss. Nothing’s changed since he declared us a couple. His lips and tongue are still greedy and eager to meet mine.
“Did
Belmont freezes. His penis is pushed deep inside of me. He stops kissing me to look into my eyes. He’s wearing a strained expression.
“What is it?” I ask.
“I don’t want to come yet. But…”
He increases the speed of his strokes. He’s moving so fast that my insides are tickled, and I’m on the verge of experiencing my third orgasm ever. I’m moaning and grab handfuls of his damp sweater. He grunts and trembles and then collapses on top of me before I can fully finish.
One side of Belmont’s head is pressed against my cheek. We’re both breathing heavily. The seconds tick by, and he still hasn’t budged. I’m trying to think of what to say next.
“So where do we start?” he asks before I can form my own words.
“I’m not sure what you’re talking about.”
“With the article we have to write for you.”
I snicker and his lips find mine.
“There’s nothing better than kissing your mouth”—he pauses thoughtfully—“other than eating you out and this.” He pushes his blossoming hard-on inside of me.
I have no response to what he just said. He seems to be getting a kick out of having sex with me. I don’t know if Adrian ever derived that much pleasure from my body. He had two modes: missionary and doggy-style. He was okay at it. He liked to pinch my nipples and suck on them until they’re sore. He always came pretty fast, which was why we usually had sex multiple times in one session. There was lots of passion between us–lots of caressing and hugging. I’m sure he desired me all the way up until the end.
“I’ll never stop if we stay like this,” Belmont finally proclaims. He carefully pulls himself out of me and uses the sheet to catch his spill off.
“We didn’t use a condom,” I whisper, horrified.
“Don’t worry. I always use condoms.”
I watch him wipe his thick penis with the comforter. “Yeah, right,” I say doubtfully.
He tilts his head. “You don’t believe me?”
“No, I don’t,” I reply without hesitation.
“It’s true.”
“Did you use a condom the other night with Kara?”
“I did, but I couldn’t stay up. I didn’t even come.” He’s already pulled up his pants, and he’s zipping them.
“We still were very negligent,” I say as I slide off the bed.
“You and I are together, so it isn’t.”
I laugh. “You’re insane,” I joke, thinking he couldn’t really mean that.
“We are. No condom means girlfriend.”
I stop looking for my panties to study him. Although his eyes have a bouncy look, he’s certainly serious.
“This is how it happens when we’re meant to be, Daisy,” he says. He’s studying me, still grinning. He’s trying to read my reaction.
I certainly have the same irrational emotions that he has. I mean—could it happen like this? Is this how true love and fifty-year anniversaries began? Do they start with two people who know absolutely nothing about each other, other than knowing deep down they’ll never be apart? That’s how I feel. I finally locate my panties. “If you say so.”
“Then it’s settled. I’ll let Charlie know so he can stop hitting on you. If he does it again, I’ll break his neck.” He winks at me just to clue me in that he’s joking. He slides his leather belt through the buckle and tugs. “Don’t worry, babe, I’m not violent. He won’t listen to me anyway. He’s going to keep trying until he has you in his bed.”
“Charlie’s never going to have me in his bed,” I say, very sure of that.
Belmont takes me by the arm and I smash into his strong chest. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”
We kiss. Nothing’s changed since he declared us a couple. His lips and tongue are still greedy and eager to meet mine.
“Did
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