Page 50 of Property of Riptide
As I alternate back and forth, using my hands on the breast that I’m not sucking on, her breath comes out in shallow pants. I can feel her wetness as the heady scent of her arousal permeates theair. “Gotta get a taste of you, Van,” I whisper as I move down her body, gently pushing her to her back as I push my shoulders between her splayed thighs.
She whimpers when my tongue runs through her folds and I find my hair is now clutched in her fingers. The slight sting turns me on even more and soon, I’m feasting on my old lady as though I haven’t eaten in weeks and she’s an all-you-can-eat buffet made just for me.
“Rush,” she keens as I insert my index finger into her tight, hot sheath.
I can feel my dick pulsing in time to my thrusts as I work her body over. Wetness is coating my finger and face, and when I add a second finger, I feel the faintest of flutters begin. “You gonna come on my tongue and fingers, Van?”
She moans, unable to utter a word, which I take as her agreement that she’s close. Eager to taste her release on my tongue, I increase my movements before sucking her clit into my mouth.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers as her back arches and she screams my name as wave after wave of pleasure engulfs her. I bring her back to earth, slowly of course, until she’s trying to push me away. “Too much,” she whispers, her voice cracked from yelling. “Rush?”
“Hmm?”
“Fuck me,” she says.
Well, she doesn’t have to issuethatinvitation more than once. As I clamber back up her body, I can’t resist kissing her until she’s breathless again while I notch the head of my dick at herentrance. Pulling back slightly, I watch her face and see her eyes widen as I breach her pussy for the first time.
“You’re mine now, Van. You got me?” I ask as I continue to work my length into her.
“God, yes,” she stammers, her hands tightly gripping mine as I begin to move. “You feel so fucking good.”
Hmm, my old lady has a dirty mouth when she’s turned on, good to know. As my hips snap, bottoming out each time, I add a swivel so my pubic bone brushes against her clit, which is distended from her first orgasm. I can’t help it, I look down at where we’re connected and seeing the way my dick is stretching her almost obscenely has me almost blowing my load.
But I’m not a two-pump chump, so I focus on her again and say, “You should see how beautifully your pretty pussy is taking my dick, baby.”
Her muscles contract around me and I groan. The feeling is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, even when I was a young teen getting laid for the first time. “Never felt like this before,” she says, cupping my face with one of her hands. “You’re going to make me come on your cock.”
“Damn straight,” I pant out, my thrusts getting faster as I start to chase my release. I know she’s going to detonate again based on how she’s almost strangling my dick, but to ensure it happens, I reach between us and lightly caress her clit. One, two, three strokes and she’s screaming my name again as she nearly squeezes my dick in half. It only takes me four more after she explodes before I’m joining her, bellowing out her name as I fill her sweet pussy with my cum.
“We need another shower,” she mumbles, now face down on the mattress. “But I think my bones might have liquified or something, because I can’t make them work.”
I chuckle at her words. Despite her initial nervousness, after she went off like a Roman candle, the seal was broken and she was beyond willing to experiment with different positions. This last time was with her on her hands and knees with me plowing into her from behind. Hell, I’m feeling a bit wrung out myself, and I know it’s been awhile for her, so there’s a small, tiny, infinitesimal part of me that feels bad.
Except—she gave as good as she got. My mind is still blown at how she was almost able to deep throat me, especially since I’m not a small man by any means. And what she wasn’t able to get in her mouth, she worked over with her talented hands and fingers.
“In the morning,” I finally say. “Because I can’t move either.”
“Then I guess we should roll over more to the other side so neither of us has to sleep in the wet spot,” she teases, giggling.
“Doesn’t matter to me one way or the other,” I decree, hauling her so she’s on the other side of me, her back to my front. “Now, I’m sure little man will wake up before we know it, so we should probably get some sleep.”
Several hours later, I wake up when I hear little G through the baby monitor. I carefully untangle myself from her, slip into the bathroom to take a quick piss, then go to see what’s going on with him.
“What’cha doing, little man?” I ask, my voice low so we don’t wake up his mom. “Ah, I see, you’re wet, huh?”
He grins up at me, babbling a mile a minute as I grab a clean diaper from the bag. It doesn’t take long to get him changed, so I check the bag and see the stuff for another bottle. “How about a little top off so you sleep a little bit later in the morning?” I query, quickly fixing the bottle.
Since the room is virtually empty, I lean against the wall and feed him, quietly talking about his new life here in East Texas. After he lets out a lusty belch that’s quite impressive considering his age, he lays his head on my shoulder. Feeling his trust in me has my heart expanding even more. He may not be related to me by blood, but he’s just as much mine as any kids Van and I might have in the future.
Once I’m assured he’s asleep again, I place him back in the playpen and cover him up, then head back to my sleeping woman. As I crawl in behind her, she murmurs, “Everything okay?”
“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. Just got little man sorted out is all,” I reply, pulling her back into my arms.
“Good night, Rush.”
“Good night, Van.”
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