Hush, Hush (Hush, Hush 1)

"That's it, take all of me," he says, surging into me, then bites my breast.

Back arching, I gasp. "James, fuck." I grit my teeth.

But he doesn't stop, and I'm okay with that. His hands are everywhere, all over me, and where he's not touching me, he's kissing me like it's his last day on Earth. I can't concentrate, but I think that was his point. James just wanted me to let go and feel the moment, and when I'm pretty much flying, it's impossible to think of anything else.

"James, let go of my hands. I need to feel you."

But he doesn't untie me. He reaches up and laces his fingers with mine and kisses me deeply, passionately while he fucks me like a savage. I can feel the pressure rising again and my whole body is damp with intense ecstasy. I'm on the verge of something decadent. I don't know what's happening, but I'm in seventh heaven from the nirvana ripping through me.

"L

et go," he says against my lips, and I know what he means.

A couple of slow, deep surges and we're both coming together. His cock twitches inside my tender pussy, and he rolls his hips into my clit, making me squeeze my thighs around him. I can feel the warmth of his release seep out of me, coating my thighs.

His hips slow to a steady rhythm and he kisses me softly. "Fuck me, I haven't come that hard in years."

I swallow, and chuckle. "Wow. You really know how to whisper sweet nothings in a woman's ear after giving her the best dick ride in town."

Forty

"You're grinning at me. Wipe that smug look off your face." It only makes his grin grow and now I'm smiling. "I'm serious, wipe it off and untie me. I can't feel my fingers."

Leaning up, James is still hard inside me as he pulls the sash loose. "Don't move your arms. They're going to be stiff."

Carefully, he lifts one arm and massages my shoulder. I watch him, and he seems very focused on what he's doing and making sure I'm recuperating. I wasn't joking when I told him it was the best dick ride. It was. I had a feeling sex with him would feel good, I just didn't think it would be that good, especially for a man in his fifties. My body is lax. I feel like I took a Xanax and I'm ready to fall into a deep sleep. He moves his attentions to my other arm.

"Do you take Viagra?"

He stops and looks offended. "What the fuck made you ask that?"

"How are you still hard?"

"I'm not that hard right now," he says.

My brows shoot up. "Yes, you are. I know a hard dick when I feel one."

"That's just how I am when I'm around you."

I laugh so hard I have to hold my stomach, and I clench around his cock.

"So you see me, and your cock just shoots up to a pole? Like, bing, and it's a rod? James, that's so ridiculous. Don't ever say that again. That's like saying my nipples get hard when I see you."

He watches me for a second, then looks at my chest. I follow his gaze. There are teeth marks everywhere. His thumb grazes over them softly, his brows angled deep.

"What's wrong?"

"You fell apart in my arms," he says quietly, studying me.

Heat fills my cheeks. I did fall apart in his arms, and it was the most intense thing I can say I ever felt in my life. The kind of sex we just had isn't normal. And it's the kind of sex I've been craving and just didn't know it. It's dangerous and freeing and easily addicting. We were burning in the flames together, responding to the other's bodies as we came alive. All outside noise was forgotten in that moment. We felt every touch, every kiss, every stroke, every thrust. It sealed our relationship, whether we wanted to acknowledge it or not.

"I did. I've never had that happen before. It's like you cherish a woman's body. It was…overwhelming to say the least."

He looks at me. "I do. I love all women and everything about them. If I had it my way, I would end my day just like this every day."

I would too.

"You made me feel wanted…desired."