This impossibly beautiful, brilliant man isn’t just inside my body, he’s carved himself into my soul.
I know we’re new. The timing’s all wrong. I’m too old for him. None of it matters to me anymore.
Not when I feel like this.
Time doesn’t exist.
Age is just math.
He’s mine.
So, I let go.
Of the fear. Of the doubt. Of the skepticism.
“Ah fuck,yesssss.” He winces when I circle my hips and squeeze. “Use me, baby. Get yourself off.”
His words inflame me. I’m liberated. Uninhibited. I slam myself down on his pumping hips, impaling myself over and over, chasing the delicious friction. The room fills with the obscene wet sounds of me fucking myself on his cock like a woman who’s gone mad.
“You look so hot riding me like this.” Seamus pants. “Keep it up, baby—milk every drop from me. Your tight pussy’s got me ready to blow.”
Seamus winds an arm around my waist, yanking me down as he bucks up to meet me. He ruts into me with hard, short digs, precisely targeting my G-spot with every thrust.
I reach back, threading my fingers into his hair as I grind on him in wild circles. “Oh fuck,” I whine. “You’re like magic the way you fuck my pussy. Harder, Seamus. So hard I squeeze every ounce of your come into my body.”
His eyes meet mine in the mirror, wide for just a second. My unfiltered commentary has caught him—and me—off guard. A slow, wicked grin spreads across his face, and the heat in his gaze triples. I actually feel his cock thicken.
He likes it. Me, talking dirty. I feel powerful. Wanted. Wild.
“I'm close,” he pants. “You're gonna make me come so hard. I'm gonna flood your tight pussy.”
His fingers slip between my thighs, circling my clit with deliberate pressure. I can’t look away from the way his hand moves. The way his pupils are nearly black with desire as he watches me fall apart under his touch.
My breasts bounce and sway with every grind and thrust—full and flushed, nipples drawn tight and needy—so obscenely perfect I’m almost able to see myself the way he sees me. It’s hypnotic. Raw. For the first time in my life, I don’t look away from my naked reflection—I revel in it.
“God. Seamus!” I wail, bucking desperately when I feel the telltale flutter low in my belly.
“Yes. Come for me.” His fingers dig into my hips. “Squeeze me. Take it all…”
Visceral pleasure erupts and my pussy clamps his shaft. With a harsh curse, Seamus yanks me down, seating himself to the hilt. His cock twitches and swells before he spurts inside me.
I'm utterly debauched. Thoroughly fucked. Trembling. Gasping. Unable to do anything but slump back against him. Seamus wraps his arms around me, dropping kisses on my neck and shoulders. We watch his release leak out of me and pool on the sheets underneath us.
Filthy, erotic evidence of our passion.
When he slips out, we roll to the dry side of the bed, cuddling and caressing, basking in the afterglow.
Worshipping each other with gentle touches and more words of endearment.
I think dreamily…
If I’m a late bloomer…
Damn.
Blossoming was well worth the wait.
twenty-four
