Page 73 of Love Potion

“I won’t.”

Bane slowly withdraws, both of us flinching from the loss. I’m about to complain, but I don’t have time before Bane scoots down and sucks my cock down his throat. I nearly launch off the bed, but his hand on my stomach holds me in place.

I’m lost in a sea of novel sensations, my thoughts floating to a happier place than I’ve ever visited before when it comes to sex. Nothing negative is clouding my mind right now, just pleasure. Actual pleasure.

The room feels like it’s spinning, like I’m floating on clouds as my body tenses and reacts to the heat of Bane’s mouth sucking me like his life depends on it.

“Oh god, Bane.” My stomach tightens and I feel my cock swelling. I’m astounded. Truly.

Bane doesn’t let up at all, dragging his tongue up and down my shaft before he swallows around me. When the dam breaks and the first sticky rope of cum escapes, I’m in shock.

Bane drains me, swallowing every drop I give him until I’m a boneless mess of emotion beneath him. He lays his head on my stomach, and I play with his hair, but the tears are building, and I can’t hold them back.

My body trembles with the emotion pouring out of me. Bane moves up, wrapping his arms around me, and I turn on my sideand bury my face in his chest. He rubs my back, kissing the top of my head and letting me cry it out. I’m almost forty-two, and I’ve just had my first orgasm.

It was so worth the wait.

TWENTY-TWO

BANE

I’ve been staringat Jerryn like some kind of creep for ten minutes, but I can’t get over what happened between us last night. It’s not unusual that he’s in my bed, but it’s unusual that he’s naked and that my dried cum is on his skin.

My eyes well with tears, but I blink them back. Happy tears. Twenty years of pining, all out in the open. He knows I love him. It felt so damn good to admit it too.

The sound of the coffee pot finishing pulls my attention away. I force myself out of bed to pour us some, then return, setting the mugs on the nightstand and crawling back into bed to lie next to him.

I kiss the back of his neck, inhaling his scent. “Wake up, Jerr.”

He moans and stirs, arching his back slightly to stretch. Before he fully opens his eyes, there’s a sweet smile pulling at his lips.

“I’m sore.” He laughs softly. “Amazing.”

“Good sore?”

He nods, finally peeling his eyes open to look up at me. “Morning.”

“Morning, sweet thing. I brought you coffee.”

“Awesome. Gotta pee. Be right back.” He climbs out of bed and hurries to the bathroom. While he’s gone, I settle with my back against the velvet headboard. He comes out a few minutes later with a bright smile on his face.

I take him in greedily, noting every beautiful part of his body and how his cheeks turn pink from my attention. He climbs in next to me and I hand him his coffee.

“Thank you.” He sips his drink, glancing at me. “Did you sleep well?”

“Incredibly. You?”

Jerryn nods. “Yes.” He drags his finger around the rim of his mug. “Do you know why I cried last night?”

“I assumed you were a little overwhelmed. Was it something else?”

“Yeah.” He takes another sip of coffee. “It was the first time I’ve had a real orgasm.”

I blink rapidly. He’s never told me that. “Really?”

“I tried jacking off a few times, but I couldn’t get it to happen. Definitely not with partners. When I was really young, still a teenager, it kind of happened on its own a few times, like when I was sleeping, but it was just a little bit and it wasn’t intense at all.”

“Oh.”

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