Thirty-five and Single

I angle my head to poke my lip at him. “I was handcuffed.”

That’s when it happens. All his playfulness is gone as he dips his head to meet mine. The tequila does its magic. I forget all the reasons I shouldn’t and open to accept his kiss.

His hand palms my breast as I slide my tongue over his to devour him.

Then I push up his shirt and find his pierced nipple, something I hadn’t appreciated our first time together.

Joel doesn’t waste time. He has me flat on my back a second later and I part my legs to give him all the access he needs.

He finds my panties and masterfully removes them.

It’s sexy as all hell when he flicks the button on his jeans before he unzips them. His cock springs free, a beautiful thing, long and thick, with a center vein that strains against the smooth skin.

He shoves his pants down as his eyes hold mine. It’s as if he’s giving me an out, but I say nothing. Instead, I spread myself a little wider.

“Fuck, Olivia.”

My sex life with Corey was fine. I had no complaints. But I also hadn’t experienced the wonders of Joel. For a guy seven years younger than me, his knowledge of the female anatomy eclipses my own.

He proves that by rubbing the head of his cock through my wetness, teasing me with pressure on my clit that stokes the flames brewing inside me.

I grab his hair and tug him down to kiss him hard, enjoying his weight atop me.

“Olivia,” he groans.

I buck my hips in answer, circling them to urge him on.

Then he’s there, giving in to the demands of our bodies, angling the tip of his cock at my entrance. I gasp as he fills me, his invasion the sweetest pleasure of all.

His rough hands squeeze my hips and move me into a better position as he sinks deeper.

Fiery sensations I haven’t ever experienced before send shivers down my spine and to my core. Tremors roll through me as my blood sparks with a sweet fire I never want to burn out.

I arch my back as a growing need builds inside me. His expert fingers roam my mound, circling and touching, rubbing and flicking that bundle of nerves that sets off a bomb inside me.

“More,” I cry out as his languid pace is too slow for what I want in that moment.

His thrusts grow urgent and I grab his ass to draw him impossibly closer.

“I’m not going to last if you keep doing that,” he warns.

I’m beyond caring. “I’m so damn close,” I rasp.

Then he pulls out. I’m on the verge of protest when he flips me over, draws me up to my knees, and drives back in. I scream because I can’t contain the sensations flooding my nerve endings.

I bury my face in the couch cushion, not wanting to wake my neighbors with any more outbursts.

The feelings are so intense I can barely breathe. With every stroke over my g-spot I have to bite my tongue. I’m not sure how much more I can take until his finger rubs my clit just right and I’m gone. I’m coming so hard, I’m certain I’ll pass out from the sheer force of it.

Then I feel his cock pulsing inside me, warm cum filling me to the brim. I should be worried about the consequences, but I push the thought of pregnancy to the back of my mind. It’s only a reminder of what can never be.

His soft lips press against my shoulder as if he too realizes this can’t happen again.

“Let’s get you to bed,” he says, pulling out and getting to his feet. He yanks up his jeans a second later.

I sit up and try to straighten the wrinkles from my businesswoman dress I still wear. I don’t have to bother. Joel is there with his arm around my back and under my knees lifting me like I weigh nothing more than air.

It’s the sweetest seduction when he puts me on my feet and proceeds to undress me. It doesn’t take much, one zip and down the dress falls. I stand there in my bra, my underwear lost somewhere in the living room.

“Joel,” I begin, my buzz from the tequila gone. “We shouldn’t—”

His finger presses to my lips. “Don’t say it.”

I close my mouth because there’s no need to. We both know what I was about to say.

“Will you stay?” I ask, not ready for him to leave.

He nods and shifts to once again take off his jeans. I unhook my bra and toss it aside. Then I lift the covers and slide in. He follows, tucking my back to his chest. Neither of us speaks. We lie there tangled together, skin against skin, with so many things left unsaid.

Chapter Sixteen

Joel

Just when I think she’s done with bad dates and ready to make this work between us, I’m disappointed again. Even if she’s through dating, she hasn’t changed her mind about us.