narrow front hall. ‘I need you now.’
I didn’t argue. There was no reason to. No one to come home and catch me doing something wicked right there in the front entrance. No one to judge me or criticise me. For the first time in my adult life, I could do exactly what I wanted to do with exactly the person I wanted to do it with and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
‘Yes,’ I said again. ‘Yes,
now
, here.’
He already had his hand up under my skirt and was tugging my simple cotton panties down and out of the way. They slipped to my knees and I used my foot to push them down the rest of the way and step out of them. His fingers slipped inside my wetness, his thumb on my clit. I didn’t need any more than that, a few strokes of his callused thumb on my clit and two fingers gently massaging my pussy and I came, braced between the wall and his hard body, my voice echoing up to the vaulted ceiling and falling back on me. A woman in the throes of passion. I wondered if the neighbours could hear me. Suddenly, I didn’t care who could hear or who might see. I just wanted Jason.
Now
.
‘I need you inside me,’ I said, reaching for his belt.
Impatient, he pushed my hands out of the way. ‘I can do this quicker.’
‘As long as that’s the only thing you’re quick at,’ I teased, tugging my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and unbuttoning it.
He paused long enough to watch me shrug out of my blouse, release the clasp on my bra and let both fall to the floor. I stood there in only my skirt, my heavy breasts swaying, watching him drop his pants. He slipped out of his shoes, stripped off his socks and pushed his pants and briefs off in one smooth stroke, his eyes never leaving my near-nakedness.
‘You are so fucking beautiful,’ he said, taking me in his arms again, the thick hair on his chest rubbing sensuously against my sensitive nipples. ‘I have wanted you ever day. Every single fucking day.’
‘You can have me. Here. Now. Upstairs. Anywhere you want.’
‘Good,’ he said. ‘We’ll start here and work our way through the rest of the house.’
What would have sounded like bluster from any other man sounded like a promise from Jason. A promise I desperately wanted him to keep.
‘We have all night.’
‘I hope we have every night for a very long time.’
I shivered, my longing for him so overwhelming I could barely stand still. ‘We do. Oh,
God
, we do.’
I hooked one leg around his hip and reached between us to take his cock in my hand. I moaned at the thickness of it – how could I have forgotten? – and rose on tiptoe to guide him into me. Even as hot and wet as I was, it was a tight fit. I hadn’t had sex in … I couldn’t remember when. Well over a year, and then it had been by rote, married sex with Randy because he felt the need to keep up the pretence he was a faithful husband. At that point I had known he was cheating again and he’d already known he was going to leave me, so neither of us enjoyed it much. And neither of us had said a word.
This time,
this
time, I had a lot of words to say. A lot of sounds to make. A lot of positions and tricks and techniques to try. This time, I was with the man I loved. Had always loved. And I told him so as I slowly lowered myself onto his erection, taking the full length and breadth of him inside me, filling me. We stood like that for a long moment, simply absorbing the reality of it. We were
together
. He was inside me. Nothing had ever felt so right in the world.
‘I love you, Cele,’ he said, cupping my ass in his hands and pulling me up against him, sinking deeper into my wetness. ‘I love you.’
I echoed his love, and his lust, crying out as he drove into me with increasingly hard thrusts. I loved it. I loved his rough hands on my bottom, his hard cock buried inside me, the low moans that sounded like growls in the back of his throat, the way my breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. I loved it all.
I arched my
I didn’t argue. There was no reason to. No one to come home and catch me doing something wicked right there in the front entrance. No one to judge me or criticise me. For the first time in my adult life, I could do exactly what I wanted to do with exactly the person I wanted to do it with and I was going to enjoy every minute of it.
‘Yes,’ I said again. ‘Yes,
now
, here.’
He already had his hand up under my skirt and was tugging my simple cotton panties down and out of the way. They slipped to my knees and I used my foot to push them down the rest of the way and step out of them. His fingers slipped inside my wetness, his thumb on my clit. I didn’t need any more than that, a few strokes of his callused thumb on my clit and two fingers gently massaging my pussy and I came, braced between the wall and his hard body, my voice echoing up to the vaulted ceiling and falling back on me. A woman in the throes of passion. I wondered if the neighbours could hear me. Suddenly, I didn’t care who could hear or who might see. I just wanted Jason.
Now
.
‘I need you inside me,’ I said, reaching for his belt.
Impatient, he pushed my hands out of the way. ‘I can do this quicker.’
‘As long as that’s the only thing you’re quick at,’ I teased, tugging my blouse out of the waistband of my skirt and unbuttoning it.
He paused long enough to watch me shrug out of my blouse, release the clasp on my bra and let both fall to the floor. I stood there in only my skirt, my heavy breasts swaying, watching him drop his pants. He slipped out of his shoes, stripped off his socks and pushed his pants and briefs off in one smooth stroke, his eyes never leaving my near-nakedness.
‘You are so fucking beautiful,’ he said, taking me in his arms again, the thick hair on his chest rubbing sensuously against my sensitive nipples. ‘I have wanted you ever day. Every single fucking day.’
‘You can have me. Here. Now. Upstairs. Anywhere you want.’
‘Good,’ he said. ‘We’ll start here and work our way through the rest of the house.’
What would have sounded like bluster from any other man sounded like a promise from Jason. A promise I desperately wanted him to keep.
‘We have all night.’
‘I hope we have every night for a very long time.’
I shivered, my longing for him so overwhelming I could barely stand still. ‘We do. Oh,
God
, we do.’
I hooked one leg around his hip and reached between us to take his cock in my hand. I moaned at the thickness of it – how could I have forgotten? – and rose on tiptoe to guide him into me. Even as hot and wet as I was, it was a tight fit. I hadn’t had sex in … I couldn’t remember when. Well over a year, and then it had been by rote, married sex with Randy because he felt the need to keep up the pretence he was a faithful husband. At that point I had known he was cheating again and he’d already known he was going to leave me, so neither of us enjoyed it much. And neither of us had said a word.
This time,
this
time, I had a lot of words to say. A lot of sounds to make. A lot of positions and tricks and techniques to try. This time, I was with the man I loved. Had always loved. And I told him so as I slowly lowered myself onto his erection, taking the full length and breadth of him inside me, filling me. We stood like that for a long moment, simply absorbing the reality of it. We were
together
. He was inside me. Nothing had ever felt so right in the world.
‘I love you, Cele,’ he said, cupping my ass in his hands and pulling me up against him, sinking deeper into my wetness. ‘I love you.’
I echoed his love, and his lust, crying out as he drove into me with increasingly hard thrusts. I loved it. I loved his rough hands on my bottom, his hard cock buried inside me, the low moans that sounded like growls in the back of his throat, the way my breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. I loved it all.
I arched my
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