Page 81 of Paladin's Hell

“Mace? You went and asked him?” My voice is an octave higher than normal. “You tell him what you were using it for?”

“Think he’ll guess when he sees I’ve still got my beard in the morning, babe.”

As he speaks, I go still. Cold cream covers me, and the even colder steel starts scraping against my tender parts. “Hell, be careful.” I hope his hands are still steady, waiting to feel him cut me.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Mace won’t be able to keep his mouth shut. It will be all over the clubhouse by morning.” I’m so embarrassed.

“That I’m making love to my woman? Oh, they’ll know that anyway, babe.”

Christ, this shouldn’t be sexy. But the way he’s biting his lip, deep in concentration as he removes the remaining hair, is proving a turn on. But I’m worried about his statement. “You gonna boast to prove your virility?”

“Nah. But everyone’s going to hear you screaming, Mo. They’re going to know I’m giving my ol’ lady a good fuckin’.”

“Sure of yourself?”

“You looking this damn sexy, Mo? Fuckin’ right I am. There. Finished. Stay there.” He disappears into the bathroom, returning with a damp washcloth. As he wipes the shaving foam away, his eyes seem to glow. He goes and rinses the cloth, then returns and cleans me again. Then sits back on his haunches. “Christ Mo,” he palms his dick, “fuck, woman. Fuckin’ amazin’.”

If I knew it would cause a reaction like this, I’d have shaved myself years ago.

“Thought you preferred a neatly trimmed bush…”

“Babe.” His eyes meet mine and hold them. “I did. On you. Before I met you, the whores went bare. You were different, my woman. I didn’t want you to look like a whore.”

Has he just insulted me?

“Nah, whatever you’re thinking, stop it right there. Haven’t seen a bare cunt for over thirty-six years, Mo. What I’m considering is how my beard’s going to feel when I do this.”

Without waiting, he lowers his head and licks me from my slit to my clit, the rasp of his beard alien, and… totally sexy. When he does it again, my back arches. When he places his fingers inside me, closing his mouth around the hard nub at the same time, I can’t stop the cry coming from me. It’s different. It’s amazing. And at the same time, familiar. I know all his moves; he knows my reactions. He plays me like a darn fiddle. It’s not long before my muscles are stiffening, waves of sensation starting to build. Whether it’s that it’s been so long, whether being bare makes that much of a difference, but when I come, my body jerks forward and yeah, he was right, I do scream.

“You, naked.” I demand, breathlessly, when at last I return to myself.

He moves off the bed and gives me my very own strip show. His tee-shirt’s removed, revealing a smattering of silvery grey hairs on his chest. When he undoes the zip of his jeans, he’s gone commando. His hair is as thick there as ever, but his pubes are near white. His cock though, that’s what makes me lick my lips, it juts out proudly.

Seeing me watching, he palms it slowly, sliding his hand up and down. He eyes my mouth, saying, “Not tonight, not gonna waste this.” It reminds me we only have the one chance.

Then he’s taking the lube I’m not even sure I now need, slathering it over his cock. When he applies it to me, his movements are erotic, he ramps up my desire then kneels, pulls my hips over his thighs, presses himself to my entrance and pushes inside.

My hands grip the covers. Months have gone by when I never believed I’d feel him inside me again. As I relish the sensations, tears fall from my eyes. I love him so much, I always have. He’s the only man for me.

When he starts to move, I stop thinking anything. He found my sweet spot decades ago, he knows exactly what gets me going. His hips start thrusting, he reaches forward, resting his weight on one arm, he looks into my eyes as one hand encircles my throat lightly, just enough to show me who’s in control.

“Eyes on me, Mo,” he reminds me how he likes it.

Christ he’s good. He’s hitting that spot time after time. His face is contorting as he chases his own pleasure.

“Fuckin’ come for me, Mo.”

As though my body was waiting for his instruction, I explode.

He cries out, his movements become frantic, the depths he’s plundering extend my orgasm, my muscles clench down on him, then again and again.

“Fuck! I’m coming babe,” he roars.

I swear I can feel him releasing inside me. Squirt after squirt of his hot cum. My arms wrap around him, holding him to me, enjoying the closeness, the security of being held by my man, being connected so intimately.

We lie without speaking, until I feel his cock softening. Then he rolls to his side, his arm thrown up over his eyes. A slight groan comes from him.

“You alright, Hell?”

“Get me some Advil, will you, darlin’?”

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