Page 32 of Finding Alfred
“You’ve given me more than you know. All of this is the icing on the cake. What I truly value is your love, your respect, and maybe the size of your dick.” He rolled my waistband down, exposing the top of my now very hard cock. It didn’t take much attention from him to wake the beast—although I still didn’t think it was all that big.
“Glad you approve.”
“Yeah, it’ll work…”
I stood and picked him up, walking around to dump him into the deep end. But I jumped in after and chased him—not that catching him was even possible—around the pool and into the grotto on the far side. That was our favorite spot. It was only a small offshoot built on the back end, not unlike the sun shelf, but deeper so we could stand in the water or sit on the stools that had been built into the wall, or we had a long shelf to sit on carved into the other side, and behind that, there were trees and other plants overhanging, obscuring it from view. Alfred sat on the shelf, facing me as I followed him in. I only caught him because he let me. He was super-fast in the water. But this was a game we both would win.
I swam up to him. “What were you saying about my dick now?”
“Me? Nothing…” He reached out and grabbed my waist, pulling me forward between his legs. There was nothing better than being close to him, whether in the water or on land. I wanted him everywhere, all the time. He laughed a bit as he kissed me. And that made everything ten times better. I loved that sound and silently vowed to make him laugh as much as humanly possible.
He pulled me up onto him, so I straddled his lap. A few nips and a tongue flick across my nipples had me humping into him, but the angles sucked. This was great for a little making out, but when we wanted to get really hot and heavy, it wasn’t practical or comfortable. And water was the anti-lube of nature. “Fuck Al. Let’s go in the house. I need you.” I grabbed my dick and squeezed it, unable to help myself.
The hazel in Alfred’s eyes went dark as his pupils dilated. He grabbed my hand. “Come on.”
He led me back out across the pool and up the front steps, where he threw me a towel. We dried off and went in through the new back sliders. Of course, we needed larger sliding doors at the back, so when we made that change, we also added a brickfaçade around the café area and painted the walls a charcoal gray. We also brought back the café table. And since the brick made it darker, we included a high skinny window with a cute French shade at the top to let in a bit more light. With his help, we turned it into a great morning coffee spot for us. Exactly how I’d wanted it to start with.
The improvements we made to the house were all about including him more. I wanted him to feel like this place was just as much his as it was mine. I wanted him to stay. Forever.
And I wanted him to bottom out inside me as soon as humanly possible. I dropped my shorts and grabbed the lube, squirting my fingers and shoving them in.
“Shit. That’s hot. Let me help.” He crawled up on the bed behind me and slapped my ass.
“Yow. Easy.”
“You know you love it.” He bent to nibble on a butt cheek.
“Yeah, I do.”
He pressed a finger in, alongside mine, and then took over the stretching, adding more lube and more fingers until all I could do was try to be still for him, unsuccessfully. I rocked my hips to get more of him inside me. “Enough already. Fuck me, Al. I want to feel you.”
“That’s what you always say.”
Well, I hadn’t actually said that a lot. Most of the time, Alfred bottomed. But every once in a while, we changed it up. I wanted to be with him every way possible, and he always made it good for me.
He flipped me on my back and stared into my eyes. “I love you, Jackie.”
I started to reply, but he pressed his lips against mine and slid his tongue inside. I kissed him back, which was a much better way to say it. He came from the big city and into my sleepy littletown and woke my whole world up. I was more than ready for whatever was next.
And that, apparently, was the head of his cock pushing into my hole. With no condom. We’d discussed that and had been tested, but we hadn’t done it yet. We were doing it now, though.
His hot cock slowly slid inside, filling me, and every inch was incredible. Alfred pushed my legs up as he hit bottom, opening me as wide as possible. “Tell me when you’re ready.”
A part of me would always be ready, and another never would. I didn’t even know what the fuck that meant, so I simply nodded.
And he pulled back ever so slowly. I felt the drag of his cock until he stopped and thrust back in hard. I grunted and moaned. “More.” Damn, how that man fucked me—sublime.
In a minute, he was over me, and my body was practically tucked in a ball. His pace was staggered and random, keeping me on the edge of sanity. A kaleidoscope of sexy sounds echoed through the room—skin slapping, moaning, gasps, grunts…
It was hard to believe this was my life. But then it became hard to think at all. I was all feelings and nerve endings and damn, Alfred was turning me into a puddle of goo right there on the mattress. And he’d hardly even hit my prostate. Then he shifted again and nailed it.
I moaned like I had a wanton whore trapped in my soul. Loud, low, and dirty.
“Gah…Jack…the sounds you make.”
“You heard that?”
“Oh, I heard that. Let’s do it again.”
