Page 27 of A Midlife Vanishing Trick

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked her.

If he asked her that again, she might snap in frustration. Of course, she wanted this. She’d craved his touch, his kisses, from the day he’d come into her bedroom with the coffee. Her doubts were all that had stopped her before. And right now, she’d suspended those.

All she gave in response was a nod. Stanley’s lips twitched in a grin that made her heart skip a couple of beats. A second later, he was kissing her again, long and deep. Allison felt like she’d been thrust into a dream. He cupped her breast, kneading it in his hand, his hot mouth filling her mind with all kinds of ideas. She moaned into the kiss, wanting, nay,needingmore of it, more ofhim.

He settled back onto his chair and she followed him, straddling him without once breaking the kiss. One arm came around her to support her back. She ground against him, feeling his erection throbbing against her core. Her heart pounded even harder, and she felt a warm wetness gather between her legs. Could he feel it, too?

“When I was on Frost Mountain,” he said, planting a kiss on the corner of her mouth, “I looked at your picture in my locket all the time. Your beauty was unchanging. Even now ... you’re beautiful, Allison.”

As he spoke, he continued to kiss her, his fiery lips traveling down to her chin. When they touched her collarbone, she nearly melted against him. Stanley reached for the hem of her dress, but her hands reached it before his. Her fingers trembling withanticipation, she helped him lift the dress up her thighs and above her head.

She sat half-naked beneath him, her soaked panties the only thing keeping his wandering hands away from the part of her that ached the most. Her nipples grazed his chest, hard as diamonds, and a soft hiss escaped her lips with each contact. His eyes still filled with lust, he took a breast into his mouth, kneading the other in one hand. His tongue flicked over her nipple, and with a moan, she arched against him, lost in the sensations that he gave her.

She’d missed this. Man had she missed this, being alone with this man, skin pressed to skin, driving each other slowly toward the peak of pleasure. His kisses, his touch, his words ... they all awakened something deep within her, something only he had ever awakened. They’d barely even begun, but Allison wished she could remain like this forever, no matter that they were still in the kitchen.

His fingers traveled along her spine as he continued to suckle her, nibbling gently on her nipple. She let out another moan, her body bowing against him, unable to get enough of his hot, sensuous mouth. He flicked his tongue across her nipple again, and she felt tendrils of pleasure shoot through her like a lightning bolt, all the way to the spot between her legs.

“Oh, my,” she gasped. Her fingers curled behind his head, holding him to her breast. “Oh, yes, Stanley. Just like that.”

There was something about the way Stanley made love to her that she would never tire of. Something about the way he worshipped her body with his lips, his tongue, his fingers, even those sexy blue eyes of his. When she was with Stanley, she felt like the most beautiful woman ever to exist, deserving of all the pleasure he was capable of offering to her.

He continued to give it to her. And she was nothing if not receptive.

She bit back a protest as he slowly took his mouth off her breast, knowing there was more to come. Sure enough, Stanley braced his hands on her hips. The next thing Allison knew, he’d set her down on the table. It creaked a little but didn’t collapse under her weight, thank goodness. An injured tailbone would be one heck of a way to ruin a moment as intense as this.

Stanley’s mouth covered hers in a momentary kiss. Then he was back on his seat, his face almost level with her thighs. He parted them slowly, grinning at the dark spot that had gathered in the crotch of her panties.

“I love how wet you get for me,” he said. “I love seeing how horny I make you, baby.”

If he kept talking like that, she was going to end up as a puddle in the middle of their kitchen. She started to remove her panties, suspecting what was coming, but he beat her to it. Her breath hitched in her throat as he slipped his fingers through the waistband of her panties, tugging them down her thighs. Now she sat completely bared to his hungry eyes.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, bringing a hand to stroke her glistening folds.

He brushed a finger over her clit, and she gasped from the sudden pleasure. Those blue eyes snapped up to fixate on hers.

“Does that feel good, baby?” he whispered, stroking her some more.

With a whimper, she nodded.

“That’s what I thought.” He continued to caress her engorged clit, the gleam in his eyes seeming to brighten as her moans rose in intensity. And then, without warning, he brought his mouth to her clit, replacing his fingers. His warm tongue flicked across her nub with the same rhythm.

A cry erupted from her lips, and her hips buckled against him. Ecstasy rocked her body as he continued to pleasure her with his tongue. If he kept that up, she was bound to explode.

As if reading her mind, Stanley suddenly doubled his efforts. He slid a finger and then another into her, stroking her even as he licked and tasted her.

“Fuck, yes, Stanley,” she moaned, a slight jerk in her hips as he drove her closer to climax. “You make me feel so good.” She threw her head back in another cry. It dawned on her then that if there were any cowhands near the house, they might hear her. She brushed the thought from her mind as quickly as it had arisen.

“That’s it,” he murmured against her clit. “Come for me, baby.”

His words were her undoing. She gripped the edge of the table for all she was worth, feeling the sensations build up within her. And then her orgasm hit her.

“Oh, my—” Her eyes widened, and she bit down on her lip to stifle another cry as she reached her climax, her hips shuddering against his mouth. Tremors rocked her body in waves; Stanley continued to pleasure her with his fingers and tongue. Her eyes rolled back into her skull, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out.

And then it was over. She lay panting on the table, half-spent, her body still spasming slightly from the sheer force of her orgasm. She propped herself up on her elbows, her chest heaving, just in time to see Stanley rise to his feet. He towered over her, his massive frame nearly filling her field of vision.

He leaned down and kissed her, allowing her to taste her juices. A moment later, she felt his erection pulsing madly against her thigh. Desire raced through her yet again, and she reached for him, cupping his hardness through his trousers. She was rewarded with a soft hiss.

“Oh, Allison,” was all he said.

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