A white light blasted through my brain as my orgasm exploded. “Mo!” My pussy spasmed in sweet delight.
He groaned, and before I was fully down, he withdrew, flipped me on my back, and then his mouth was on me. Licking, sucking, eating me until I was writhing as orgasm after orgasm rocked and rolled through my entire body.
“Oh God…Oh, Mo…Oh God.” I writhed and thrashed as he continued his onslaught. Just when I was sure I couldn’t take more, he moved up my body.
“Look at me, Brooke.”
I wasn’t sure how, but I managed to open my eyes. He pushed my knees up and out, and then he thrust in with a loud, low, feral growl. His eyes were a bit crazed and wild.
I reached up, holding his head in my hands, and I pulled him down and kissed him. I tasted myself on his lips, but more than that, I wanted him to taste me. To feel me. To know how much I loved him and how right and perfect we fit, not just like this, but in life, as well.
25
Maurice
I lost my virginity as a teenager. When I first married Shelley, we had an active sex life. But I could honestly say I’d never felt more desperate. My dick had never felt like it was going to come out of its skin like I did with Brooke. Was it her innocence when it came to sex and my role as a teacher that heightened the arousal to off the charts? Was it her nubile body with round curves and her sweet pussy? Was it her sweet disposition, or the way she looked at me like I was a fucking hero? I didn’t know the reason. All I knew was that desire clawed at my insides as my need to come burned in every neuron in my body.
Taking her from behind, watching my dick slide in and out of her hot, wet pussy, made me delirious. Eating her like I was a starving man made me drunk with desire. Now it was my turn. I was going to fill her sweet sexy body with my come. I was going to make her mine. Only mine. The politically correct side of me chastised those thoughts, but I was a man needing to claim a woman. This woman. I wanted her to know it.
“Look at me, Brooke,” I growled as I positioned my dick at her entrance. He throbbed with the need to thrust, but I held him at bay until her beautiful blue gaze was on
me.
She reached up, cradling my face to pull me in for a kiss, and holy fuck, if it didn’t feel like love emanating from her lips. With her mouth on mine, I thrust, sinking deep, deeper inside her body. It felt like home. Like the only place I’d ever be happy.
My dick was painfully hard, and as much as I’d have liked to sit inside her, letting her pussy walls massage him, I had to fuck her. Hard. Fast. I had to pound out the need that was scratching and clawing to get free.
I groaned as I tore my lips away from hers and repositioned myself up on my hands, my hips tilted so my dick sunk as deep inside her as it could go. Then, I let go of the tether on my control. I withdrew and plunged in, groaning at the shock of electricity that shot through me. I did it again, and again, and again, each time the tension coiling tighter and tighter until I was a spring coiled too tight.
“Fuck. I’m going to come.” My balls contracted as I readied to shoot my load.
“Come in me,” she gasped, and then her body arched, and her perfect pussy clamped down on my dick so tight, stars lit up my brain.
I let out a long feral growl as I thrust, and the first shot of come blasted out. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I said with each plunge and grind as my release consumed me in a fantastic fiery inferno. My arms shook, and my lungs burned, but I kept thrusting, kept coming.
“Mo, Mo, Mo,” she chanted as her body continued to massage my dick, drawing out the pleasure until I couldn’t hold myself up any longer. I collapsed on her, completely spent, even as my dick continued to pulse inside her.
“Jesus, fuck,” I panted in her ear.
Her hands rubbed along my back like she was soothing me. I realized that all the other times we’d done this, I’d responded to the immediate guilt and withdrew, not just physically but emotionally, as well. Right now, even if I’d felt regret and wanted to get away, I couldn’t. My muscles were complete noodles. So, I just lay there, feeling her sweet, warm body under mine until my heart rate slowed, and I caught my breath.
I rolled off, but pulled her with me and tucked her in next to me. Her head rested on my shoulder while her hand settled on my chest, over my heart. Jesus, I wanted to give it to her. The stark realization of that rocked me to my core.
“Are you all right?” I managed to ask. The last thing I wanted was to be rough and hurt her.
“Yes.”
With my free hand, I pinched the bridge of my nose as I realized I couldn’t let this woman go. Frank would kill me. The town would think I was a cliché, a nearly forty-year-old man going through a midlife crisis. But there was nothing I could do about that because it was clear now. I needed her.
“We can’t keep going like this,” I said.
She lifted her head to look at me. I saw the flash of fear that I was going to push her away again.
“I can’t keep avoiding you,” I clarified.
She smiled, and it was so fucking beautiful that I think my heart grew.
“I’m glad you finally see that.”