Page 23 of Midlife Witch Unexpected

I wanted to allow myself to experience this. Not just with anyone, but with Branson. This divine, sexy man hunk who was taking charge of me and lifting me up, gently laying me down onto the grass.

“We’re in a cemetery,” I protested.

He laced kisses along my jaw and neck, ignoring my objections.

"Somebody will find us," I tried to press him back even though I didn't want to. "Be reasonable. This is crazy."

His kisses traced my hairline.

I arched my back, moaning.

“No one’s allowed at the cemetery. It’s private grounds,” he murmured, lowering his head to my decolletage. “It’s owned by the estate. You may only come here with permission from, well, you.”

“I didn’t give you permission,” I murmured, running my hands through his hair.

He leaned over me, his eyes blazing toward me.

“May I have permission?” He pressed his length against me and I could feel his generous package straining against his trousers, promising immense pleasure.

I definitely wanted that. I reached my hand down and felt the firmness of his cock. I was going to do it. What did I have to lose? My dignity? I’d lost that when I found out my husband was gay.

“Yes,” I whispered the word to Branson, urgency building within me, every part of my body yearning to merge with him, to be filled and fucked by him.

“Mmmmmmm,” Branson moaned as he pulled at my shirt.

I lost myself in the sensations of his fingers stroking my arms, feeling the goosebumps rise along my skin as his lips nestled down between my breasts sending a delicious tremor down my body making my toes curl. He slowly unbuttoned the front of my shirt, caressing my breasts as he pulled a nipple into his warm, moist mouth and lavishing it with his tongue.

Moisture flooded my thighs as his fingers slipped between my folds gently rubbing his thumb against my clit. The smell of the grass filled my senses as I shivered and pushed against his hand. Two of his fingers pushed into me curving perfectly to massage deep inside me. A moan escaped me as I pressed myself harder against him, desire built as I rocked against his hand trying to deepen the pleasure.

“Keep doing that,” I groaned, “but harder.”

“Whatever you want,” he said, licking the length of my head in an animalistic way that only made me groan more.

“I want all of you,” I confessed.

A growl rose up from deep within him. He wanted exactly the same thing. And here on the grass in front of the Celtic Martyrs, my ancestors, who were killed for some reason. I had no idea what it was because I was too busy undressing irreverently on their graves with a young buck.

Oh, God, and I so didn’t care.

I wanted to savor this moment and relish it.

Celebrate it.

One thing I’d learned in my life was that moments like this were fleeting. I wanted to absorb every millisecond of it and store it in a box.

He deftly spread my legs, his hands sending chills up my spine. My heart pounded beneath his. I reached between his legs and stroked the velvet hardness of his member with a building intensity.

“May I?” He groaned against my ear.

“Oh God, please, yes.” I choked the words out as I felt the head of his manhood pressing against my entrance. Tilting my hips up I grabbed his buttocks needing and wanting him with a building urgency but he maintained control slowly sliding himself into me allowing time for my body to adjust to his size until he bottomed out groaning with pleasure.

“Good Lord,” I whispered as I clung to him feeling him throbbing in the deepest part of me.

I could feel his weight relax on top of me as he purred into my ear lightly. “You feel amazing.” He pulled my hair slightly, just a gentle tug. His body tensed as he grabbed my butt in both his hands and lifted me.

This wasn’t going to be some gentle lovemaking session out in the field. No way. I wanted him to drive into me, to make me feel wanted and desired. I wanted to be fucked so hard that I could still feel him hours later. I moved my hips up to meet him as he squeezed my ass and pounded into to me harder and faster rocking me to the edge of oblivion. His thunderous moves pulled me in and left me lost in everything but him; his scent, his touch, his sounds, and his beautiful, rugged face as he smiled down at me. Desire consumed me I as lost all coherent thought beyond the intense feeling of lust and passion he instilled in me.

“You’re amazing,” he moaned.

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