“Fuck!” Nothing had prepared Galen for the glory of feeling Lydia’s tight cunt gripping and milking his cock. Her inner muscles held him so snugly, it was all he could do to ease out a little just so he could have the pleasure of shoving back in. She took him deep, all the way to the balls and he could feel the tip of him pressing against her cervix. She wrapped her legs around his waist to take him even deeper and nothing had ever felt better in his life.
He gazed down at her as he pistoned into her hard and fast. He wasn’t going to last—it was too damned good. And to his immense joy, she still hadn’t let go of the headboard. She was bloody perfect! But now he wanted to feel her hands on him as well. He leaned up just enough that he could bend down and take one of her firm full breasts in his mouth. Her nipples were big and dark and as hard as diamonds. He tickled one with his tongue, then latched on and suckled strongly, loving her moans as he did.
“You can touch me now, sweetheart. Anything you want.” Then he returned to feasting on her gorgeous breasts. It didn’t take him long to discover that her nipples were as sensitive as hell and she liked them suckled hard.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, her short sharp nails digging into the skin. He felt the climax start deep in his balls, felt the pressure building to the point of no return. He bit down on her engorged tip and she screamed his name as she came again, coating his cock with more fluid and pulling him even deeper into her core. He pressed up against her womb and let go. He spewed harder than he ever had in his life, filling her waiting body with pulse after pulse of hot thick seed as she clenched around him, milking him of every last drop.
Finally spent, he twisted to fall beside her. She rolled with him, his cock still snugged up inside her, still half-hard despite the fact that he was totally depleted. He wrapped both arms around her and pulled her tight to his chest.
“You okay?” He panted the words, fighting the exhaustion that threatened to swamp his consciousness.
She sobbed a breath against his chest. “Wonderful.”
“Are you crying?” Oh, shit had he hurt her? Had he ruined this before they’d even really started?
“N-no.” But she sniffled.
“What’s the matter Lydia?” He pulled out of her, moved to lean over her as she lay back against the pillows. “Did I do something wrong?”
She shook her head and in the candlelight he could see her smile, so beautiful it made his stomach hurt. “Just overwhelmed. That was—magnificent. Nothing—nothing has ever come close to that Galen.” She reached up and cupped his cheek in her hand. “I—that was—thank you.”
That hadn’t been what she started to say but he let it go, just smiled back. “This was something special, that’s for sure.” Then he felt his stomach drop. Christ, he hadn’t had unprotected sex since before Jason was born—about nine months before his son had been born to be exact!
His shock and fear must have shown on his face. “Galen, what’s wrong?”
He swallowed hard. “Sweetheart, tell me you’re protected. On the Pill, or something. Anything. Jesus, I’m sorry but we didn’t…”
“Use anything.” She finished for him. She bit her lip and shook her head. “Galen, I haven’t been sexually active for almost three years. I gave up the Pill a long time ago. It gave me awful headaches. But we should be safe. I’m due to start any day now.”
Part of him rejoiced at her words. She hadn’t been with anyone—none of the young studs who populated this college town—since she’d met him. He felt like beating his chest. But holy shit, he didn’t think he was ready to be a father again. Not at his age. “Let me know,” he begged. “Either way, please don’t leave me to worry, okay? I’ll leave you my cell number, you can call anytime day or night.”
“I promise. As soon as I know anything, I’ll call.” A yawn followed her words and she tugged on his arm. “But don’t worry. C’m’ere.”
He reached down and rearranged the covers, then pulled them up over their rapidly cooling bodies. “Goodnight, Lydia.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead and pulled her up against him as they drifted off to sleep.
Waking in the early hours of the morning, Galen took a moment to figure out where he was. He was naked, which was normal, but there was a warm, soft woman curled up on him and that wasn’t. Also his feet were hanging off the bottom of the bed. They didn’t in his king-sized one.
“Mmm.” The rich, mellow voice could only belong to Lydia, which meant Galen was dreaming about her again.
He blinked rapidly as she shifted in her sleep, pulling the covers off him, and letting a cold breeze graze his skin. “Shit. I’m awake.”
“That’s nice.” Lydia sighed and snuggled her backside more snugly against his groin. “Pull the covers back up. You’re letting the cold air in.”
His conscience kicked in, making him want to kick something. “I should go, before anyone sees my car parked out front.”
“Jeez,” she grumbled, rolling over and hugging him. “How many times do I have to tell you? We’re fucking consenting adults—who also happen to consent to fucking. Now kiss me, since you woke me up. No point wasting a perfectly good morning erection.” She snaked her hand down and found his penis. It was on her side, and for the moment, overpowered his rational brain. He kissed her.
It was ten when he finally left and went home to shower and change. Lydia’s last words still rang in his ears. “What do you know,” she said. “We had sex and the world didn’t end.” Wrapped in a silky robe, she’d waved him off from her front porch for all the world to see.
And she was right. It hadn’t ended.