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He continues to lick and suck and I feel his fingers push inside, this time, with no resistance, and some part of my brain realises he must have applied a generous amount of lube. Then I’m incapable of rational thinking as he finds a place inside me that I hadn’t believed existed.

An internal pressure, another suck to my clit and I’m screaming aloud.

I feel him lift away from my body and force myself to open my eyes and watch as he lowers the zipper of his jeans.

Seeing me staring, he slides off the bed and, tortuously slowly, eases out of his pants, pulling his underwear down at the same time, allowing his cock, surrounded by greying pubic hair to jut free and proud.

I gulp, more than grateful he’s applied the lubricant now. His eyes are locked on mine. In turn, I’m mesmerised as he tears open a condom with his teeth, then smooths the latex down. When he’s covered that part of his anatomy, he squeezes another large dollop of lube onto his hand, and applies it to the outside of the condom, catching my eye and smirking as he treats me to a show, gliding his hand up and down slowly.

The knowledge I need it is an unwelcome reminder of how my body’s changing with age. Lost’s casual acceptance, his willingness to adapt, takes the awkwardness away. His slow masturbation is heating me more.

“Ready for me?” He leans over me once more, his lips brushing across mine. His biceps thicken, as he takes his weight on his arms.

“So ready,” I breathe.

He folds down to one elbow, freeing a hand which he uses to guide his hard cock to my entrance, then slowly, he starts to push in. It’s my turn to hiss at the invasion, a feeling I’ve not experienced in years.

His face is a mask of concentration as he pulls up one of my legs, opening me more fully. His mouth thins, his eyes squeeze closed as he gains ground with small advances and then retreating.

When he starts massaging my clit, I jerk, my action taking more of him inside me. He opens an eye, grins, and rotates his hips, pushing forward as he does so. If that’s not made him bottom out inside me, I’m worried about how much more I could take.

“Fuck, babe. You feel so good, like I’ve died and gone to heaven.”

Chapter Twenty-Five

Lost

She’s as tight as an untried virgin, or what I suspect one would feel like. As I bottom out inside her, and she squeezes around me, I can’t remember anything feeling this good before. When I tell her I feel like I’d died and found my own slice of heaven, she looks shocked.

As am I, when her fist bumps my arms. “Don’t you dare die on me now, Lost. Will you please move for God’s sake?”

I can’t help it, I laugh. Fuck, the touch of fun she’s bringing to a physical action elevates it to a place I’ve not visited before.

“Like this?” I draw out slightly, mentally mapping that spot I’d found which I’m pretty sure by her reaction was uncharted territory for her. When I push back in, I aim for it carefully, reading by her gasp and startled expression I’ve not missed my mark.

I do it again, adding that swivel to my hips, a sharp thrust that has her gasping, clutching at me, her head thrown back.

“Can you take more?” I ask, finding it hard to hold myself back, but the last thing I want to do is to hurt her.

“Give me what you’ve got,” she demands.

I quicken my pace, upping my game. As I start to put more effort into it, hammering into her, I realise I won’t be able to keep this up for long, she feels so damn good. While I’ve not gone without for the same number of years as she has, it’s been more than one since I was last inside a woman, and never one like her. I can feel those telltale signs, my balls drawing up and my cock so hard it’s ready to blow, but I’m not leaving her behind when I go over. I rub furiously on her nub of nerves, rewarded when I feel her muscles tense, her eyes close and her mouth opens wide.

“Eyes. Look at me, babe,” I growl. “Want to see you come.”

“I won’t come,” she warns me. “No need to wait.”

Fuck, yeah, she will.That’s if I’ve got anything to do with it. I grit my teeth, my body vibrating with the effort as I hold myself back while making sure I hit that spot every damn time.

“Lost?” she cries out as her pussy starts clenching. “Lost?” she wails as if realising her body’s no longer under her control.

I’m about to lose it, so I pinch her clit, rotate my hips and call on every fucking trick in my repertoire. Lowering my face, I suck hard on a nipple and bite it.

“Lost!” This time her voice screams my name loudly. Her hands clutch at the comforter, her eyes close and her body all but jerks off the bed.

That’s it. I can hold back no longer. Her pulsating cunt takes me over with her. Cum shoots from my dick into the condom, spurt after spurt as I make up for months of abstinence myself.

I continue pushing my dick into her, little jerks until my cock is sated and starts to soften, until I’ve extended her pleasure and there’s nothing left for her to milk anymore.

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