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.Did she sound like his teacher? Did their age difference matter that much to him?When he didn’t move, she grabbed a fistful of his towel, yanked it off him and tossed it in the hallway.“Con.Dammit, turn around and read.My.Lips.”He turned, seemingly as slowly as the earth revolves around the sun.She was gratified to note that his cock hadn’t diminished one whit.It still thrust out impressively in her direction.She licked her lips as she stared.It jumped under her scrutiny.“Con.I wasn’t hesitating because I didn’t want you.I was afraid you’d think I was too old for you.”“Good grief, you’re just right, just perfect!”She opened her arms.“Then come here.We’re not finished.Not by a long shot.”Suddenly he was all over her, kissing, stroking, laving swaths of her skin with his tongue.“Giselle.You’re so kissable.I was afraid I wanted you so much that I willed the same for you, whether you wanted it or not.”“I do, Con.I do want you.” She let her mouth explore the vulnerable spot where his neck connected with his torso, the bones of his clavicle, down across his pecs, his chest practically hairless and oh so smooth.It had been so long since she’d tasted a man’s skin, felt the sinew and muscle and bone so much stronger than her own.She shifted to reach the hard bump of his nipple and sucked.Hard.Then fell to her knees.He murmured a weak demurral, but she resisted his attempt to bring her upright.“Con, I need to do this.I need to taste, to feel…” And then her mouth was too busy to talk, to explain.Oh, the heat of him! The delirious sensations of smooth, hard, hot and throbbing that was his cock in her mouth ratcheted her frenzy up another notch.She drew him in, hollowing her cheeks to hold him there while her tongue stroked and the insides of her mouth and throat closed around him.Her hands were everywhere, fisting in his soft pubic hair, stroking a hairy thigh and smooth hip, squeezing and releasing his balls, snaking around to cup his tight, round ass cheeks.“Giselle, please.Wait, stop, hold on.”She felt herself being lifted to her feet and, against her will, his cock popped out of her mouth.“Honey, when I come the first time, I want to be looking into your eyes.Please, let me do it my way.”She melted.How could she say no to such a heartfelt plea?“Of course.Follow me.”From the corner of her eye she noted he grabbed his bike pack and suddenly wondered, did he have condoms in there? She certainly had no stash, hadn’t even considered buying any, expecting his visit to be merely a drop-off of tax forms and maybe a spin around a rural road or two.But, oh, she was ready, and if he didn’t have any, there’d be hell to pay.Snickering quietly to herself, she led him to the master bedroom, with its queen-size bed still strewn with her hastily discarded motorcycle ensemble.She swept it onto the reading chair near the window.And then he was behind her, kissing her neck, pulling the scrunchie off her damp ponytail to thread his fingers through her dark curls.He moved his hands to cup her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between thumb and fingers then shifting his feet, changing her stance as well.The reflection of the two of them in the mirror above her dresser fascinated her as much as his ministrations aroused her.“Look at that face,” he murmured into her ear.“Those heavy-lidded eyes, the pouting mouth, the rosy skin.A beautiful woman in her prime, knowing how desirable she is, and offering it to her lover.” He gently bit the lobe.“Just right.Just perfect.”She snuggled into him, her back against his chest, his hot cock nudging its way between her ass cheeks and, holding on to his hips, slowly gyrated like a wanton.She felt wanton.And yes, desirable.In this dance of seduction, age was irrelevant.“Help me,” he pleaded as he pinched both nipples.“I don’t have enough hands.Rub your clit for me while we both watch.”Now she felt absolutely decadent.She dipped her fingers into her pussy to lubricate them then stroked the hard nub with one hand, touching herself in exactly the right way as she watched him pull and tug at her nipples.She thrust two fingers of her other hand inside her pussy and stroked herself.A thousand volts of sexual electricity zinged through her.Moisture gushed down her thighs.He bit down on her shoulder and lights exploded behind her eyes.“Con!” she screamed as her knees buckled.“Yes.” He held her, one hand squeezing her breast, the other clamped atop her own hand inside her pussy, until her contractions lessened and the shards of light coalesced into the mirror reflecting their embrace.Then he swept her into his arms again and set her atop the spring-flowered coverlet.“I’ll be right back.Don’t go away.”She’d have laughed if she could find the energy.She wasn’t going anywhere until his cock had been inside her for a good long time.In seconds he slid beside her on the bed.“Miss me?”At that she did manage a tiny, languorous laugh.“What took you so long?”“This.” He pulled her hand to his now-sheathed cock.“It’s my turn.”Her slumberous gaze lifted from the cock her hand was wrapped around to his eyes, the pupils so dilated only a sliver of shocking blue surrounded them.Her lips tilted upward in a wicked smile.“It’s about time.”As she drew her thighs apart in welcome, he rolled onto her.“You are my living wet dream,” he said, his gaze riveted on hers, and slid his cock into her, one slow inch at a time until their pubic bones met.It felt right.It felt as if he belonged there, filling her, stroking her, slowly at first then with mounting frenzy, their gaze connected as totally as their bodies were.Everything around her faded except his weight on her as he pumped his hips, her legs squeezing like a vise around his waist, the mounting heat, the spiraling desire, the reaching, reaching for nirvana then finding it.They exploded together like a burning building that collapses only to revive the fury of the fire until nothing remained except smoldering embers.A long time later, after two more orgasms, Giselle floated back to earth in Con’s arms, every atom of her body sated.Hovering between waking and sleep, she snuggled deeper into his embrace.He stirred.“You know, I’ve never been in the middle of an earthquake before.”“Mmm.Me neither.” Then her eyes popped open in the darkness as she assimilated his words.Yes, they’d had cataclysmic sex.But what must he think of her? They’d known each other only a few days.Would he think she’d been desperate to get laid because of her age?As if he’d read her mind, he murmured into her ear, “I heard you make that comment to your foreman about how old you were.So just in case you were wondering, I’m thirty-two
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