As I lower my face towards hers, she raises on her toes to meet me in the middle. The height difference between us is so evident when we’re standing this close and her feet are bare.

  Our lips clash together, and suddenly, everything is moving. I bury my fingers in her hair, while her hands stroke over my chest. A low, husky growl escapes from my throat as my cock leaks in my boxers with need.

  “I need you,” she says, grabbing me by the waistband of my jeans and leading me as she walks backwards to the bed.

  She releases me to unfasten her jeans and all I can do is watch, my heart in my throat, as she kicks them off before sitting on the edge of the bed. She licks her lips as she looks me up and down, heat burning in her eyes.

  “Get on your knees.” Her voice shakes, but the command is clear.

  I’m hot and desperate and I don’t think my cock has ever been this hard before it’s even been touched. I lower to my knees, eager to do as she says.

  “Fuck, Alex, I love you at my feet.” Her voice is husky, and my whole body throbs with need.

  “I’ll do whatever you want, Mel,” I respond, enjoying the heat flaring in her eyes at my reply.

  A groan rumbles from my throat at the sight of her, laid out before me, in her black lacy panties. I run an index finger up her thigh, listening to her quivering breaths as I get higher.

  Hooking a finger into the side of her underwear, I pull it away from her body and she shifts her hips so I can take it off.

  She’s resting on her elbows, looking down at me between her thighs and biting her lip.

  I lean forward and breathe in her musky scent.

  “Please let me taste you,” I murmur.

  “Yes.” Her throat works with a swallow before she lays her head down.

  I plant a kiss on her pubic bone, above the strip of hair she has shielding her. I tug her hips closer to the edge of the bed, unable to hold back from tasting her for a second longer. She comes willingly.

  My tongue sears a line through her seam, causing her to gasp as she grips the quilt with one hand, while she fists my hair with the other, holding me close to her.

  Fuck, she tastes incredible. Sweet and musky all at once. I want nothing more than to stay here, tasting her, worshipping her, all night long. I know I’d get just as much pleasure, no, make that more, from making her shatter apart in orgasm, than I would seeking my own release. It’s never been like this for me before. I’m obsessed with her satisfaction.

  I take my time acquainting myself with her pussy. I listen for the hitches in her breath when she likes a particular spot that I pay attention to. She doesn’t moan or speak. She’s quiet apart from her breathing. It heightens my senses. I want to be attuned to what she likes, what she needs. So I concentrate all my efforts on bringing her pleasure.

  Her hand is a steady presence, holding the back of my head firmly in place. I look up, my mouth pressed firmly against her cunt, and enjoy the jolt of energy when our eyes meet. She’s biting that lip even harder now. I press my tongue firmly against her clit, applying pressure where I know she must need it. Her hand leaves my hair as she collapses back onto the bed.

  She moans, and it’s like the highest form of praise. I keep up my efforts, alternating between lapping at her and applying pressure. Her thighs tense and a quiver runs through her entire body as her hips writhe and she rides my face. I keep up my ministrations until she cries out with her release. I press a final kiss to her swollen clit as she collapses, panting.

  Now that I’ve made her come, I realise how painful my hard-on is. It’s pushing against the zipper of my jeans, desperate for a piece of the action. I rise to my feet, trying to reposition it with my hand.

  “Come here.” She beckons me with a hoarse whisper. I kneel on the bed and lean closer. “Fuck, I made a mess of your face.” She chuckles huskily, her eyes landing on where her arousal covers my lips and chin.

  “You taste fucking delicious.” I wipe my thumb around my mouth, trying to catch every drop of her essence. She runs her tongue over my lips.

  “Can you believe I’ve never tasted myself before?”

  “And what do you think?”

  “It’s not how I imagined. But it’s not terrible.”

  I let out a deep laugh. She sits up, and her hands reach for the fastening of my jeans.

  “You must be uncomfortable being so hard for me in these.” I can only nod as I stand. “Then let’s get you out of them.”

  She makes short work of the button fly and pushes my jeans and boxers down at the same time. My erect cock springs free and nearly smacks her in the face, making her gasp.

  “Someone looks pleased to see me.” She wraps her hand around my shaft and kisses the tip, tasting the precum that is leaking from me. I have to hold my breath at the contact. I could embarrass myself here and come all over her if I’m not careful. “Why don’t you take the rest off? I want to see all of you.” Her voice is sultry, making my cock throb even harder.

  I kick off my clothes, desperate to be naked in front of her. She looks up at me, perched on the edge of the bed, through her long, dark lashes and I swallow hard at how sexy she looks.

  “You did an amazing job of making me come. Do you want me to suck your cock?”

  I nod swiftly. She swallows my cock down in one go and I groan as I hit the back of her throat.

  Fuck!

  Her mouth is warm and wet and I want nothing more than to pour myself into her. I run the tip of my fingers under the straps of her camisole, trying not to be overcome with the sensation of her mouth devouring my cock.

  “You look so fucking good with my cock in your mouth, Melody,” I rasp.

  She gives an appreciative moan as she takes me even deeper. Her tongue flutters against me as she works her mouth up and down. Her other hand teases my balls, fingers delicately stroking the sensitive skin there. I ache with the need to come.

  She moans as I run my fingers through her hair, and I guess she likes it. I press gently on the back of her head to see what response I get. Another deeper moan.

  “You want me to use your mouth, Mel? You want me to fuck your throat?”

  Her hooded eyes meet mine and she nods. Jeezus. I grip her head with both hands and saw my cock in and out of her mouth. Drool leaks from where her lips meet my flesh. This woman is letting me fuck her face. Fucking hell. I knew tonight would be hot, but not in a million years was I expecting this. Her hot, wet mouth is heavenly. I can’t stop.

  “Mel, you’re taking it so well,” I croon, and her eyes sparkle at the praise. “That’s right, you take my hard cock as deep as you can. Good fucking girl.”

  The words spill from my lips and I wonder if calling a woman fifteen years my senior a good girl is the way to go. But she clearly loves the dirty talk because she ups her efforts and I notice her pressing her thighs together where she’s kneeling on the bed.

  “Do you want me to pour my cum down your throat, Mel? Or do you want me to pull out and spray it all over your face?” She digs her fingers into my thighs. “Hmmm, but I’m also dying to bury my cock in that tight, wet cunt of yours. Tell me, which should I try first?” I ease her back from my engorged cock, which screams out in protest of being robbed of her perfect mouth. She looks a picture, her eyes streaming and her makeup smudged.

  “I’m going to swallow it first. Then you can fuck me after.” Her order is all but a whisper, but it commands all of my attention. The push and pull between us is electric and I’m fucking here for it.

  “Okay, do it,” I urge. She needs no coddling, taking me even deeper this time, easing up and down my cock that’s dripping with her saliva. One hand pumps the base and the other rests on my hip. I place my hands in her hair, not to control the action this time. She’s doing a wonderful job without me. But I need the contact.

  It’s not long before I lean my head back and close my eyes, giving in to the sensation. It was incredible watching her work my cock, but when I take that vision away, it’s even more. I am all feeling at this point. My balls strain, ready for release, and as she rolls her tongue over my head and along the sensitive underside, I can do nothing to stop the explosion as I cry out, filling her mouth with my cum.

  “Every last drop. Good fucking girl,” I pant out, my eyes fixed on her now as she swallows, wave after wave of pleasure hitting me like it will never end.

  She eventually lets my now soft cock slip from between her lips, a flush to her cheeks. I stroke her face. “Thank you. That was incredible. Let’s get you out of these clothes. I want to see you.”

  Chapter twelve

  Mel

  Istand before Alex, naked as the day I was born. It’s a little off-putting, knowing I’m older than him and nothing is quite as firm as it used to be. But his encouragement and praise are doing wonders for my confidence.

  My legs aren’t quite steady. First, my orgasm and then bringing him to his. But still, I want more. His hand trails down, starting at my face, caressing my cheek, over my neck and shoulder, and then to my chest.

  His fingers find my nipple, and I smile as he gives it a tweak. His touch brushes lower; over my ribs and my belly, reaching the strip of curls between my thighs.

  Every part that he touches comes alive.

  His cock, which had softened after he exploded down my throat, is twitching, as if it’s also paying attention to him touching me, deciding if there’s going to be another round or not.

  I bloody hope so. Hallelujah for a younger man and his stamina. I could get used to this.

  “Beautiful,” he whispers as I meet his gaze. He has that soft, gentle smile on his face, the one I love.

  “What now?” I ask.

  “What would you like? Are you ready for more?”

  I don’t see the point in being coy here. I've given myself the gift of this night with him and I intend to make the most of it. I get a thrill when he defers to me. It’s different to what I’m used to. I nod firmly.

  He takes me by surprise, bending slightly at the knees, grasping my hips, lifting me and throwing me back onto the bed. My breath escapes me as I land and I can’t hold back the laugh. I feel almost carefree, more joyful. It’s as if he’s cast a spell over me to loosen up and enjoy this experience with him.

  My mouth goes wide as I glance down and find his hand clasped around his stiffening cock, stroking it in his fist.

  “Do you want to know how many times I’ve done this, cock in hand, dreaming about you, Mel?”

  “Yes. Tell me.” I need to know he craves me as much as I hunger for him.

  “Every fucking day since I met you.”

  My breath grows heavy as I watch him. His hand working his cock from base to tip.

  I can still taste his saltiness on my tongue. And now I want him pushing deep inside me, filling me up, stretching me. I scoot up near the pillows, managing to lift the quilt and fold it out of the way. I pat the empty mattress beside me, watching him from below my lashes.

  “How do you want it?” he asks. My brain goes on its own little side quest for a moment and I giggle to myself as lyrics appear in my head.

  Alex tilts his head and frowns. “Something amusing you, Mel?”

  “I just get lyrics in my head sometimes. And some just appeared.”

  He kneels on the bed, making his way closer to me. “Which lyrics?”

  “Ummm, I don’t know the name of the song… it goes… Do you want it missionary with your feet crammed to the headboard? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to?” I don’t attempt to sing or rap them. Just speak them out loud.

  His eyes widen as he erupts into laughter. “Freek-a-leek? Really?”

  I shrug. “I can’t help it. My brain is fond of rap. I often get Eminem and 50 Cent lyrics in my head.”

  He grins wide and leans over, gripping my face in his hands while he kisses me hard. “So, is that how you want it?” He quirks a brow.

  “I need you on top of me.”

  “Of course.” He peppers kisses all over my face and smoothly rolls me so I’m lying down with him wedged up against me. “Just give me a minute. I need to grab a condom.” He leaves the bed to pick up his jeans from the floor. He pulls a strip from his pocket and places them on the bedside table.

  “Three? You’ve got some confidence, boyo,” I joke, wincing internally as the nickname slips out.

  Thankfully, he takes it in his stride with a wink. “Let’s see if you can keep up, lady.”

  I let loose a giggle. It’s just all easy with him.

  He tears a condom off the strip and rips the corner of the packet open.

  “You want to put it on?” he asks, a brow raised.

  I shake my head. “No, you.” He rolls it down over his erection, and I lick my lips in anticipation.

  “So you want me to cram your feet to the headboard?”

  “I’m not sure I’m that bendy.”

  I spread my legs wide, giving him plenty of space. He braces a hand beside my head, dipping his mouth low to kiss me. As he slides his tongue into my mouth, his body presses against mine. The weight of him on top of me is just right.

  As the head of his cock presses at my entrance, he groans with pleasure before he slides in deep. He pauses and I draw in a breath, enjoying the sensation of being full.

  Another kiss.

  Then he slides out.

  Back in, tortuously slow.

  “Faster,” I urge him, needing more.

  He picks up speed gradually. The friction of him moving inside me brings a new flood of wetness, easing his way clear. I grip his shoulders, holding on, before I wrap my legs around his hips, trying to pull him all the way inside me, as deep as he can go. His hips begin to piston, his breath increases and I let myself moan. It starts as a whimper before becoming a full-blown purr.

  “You feel like heaven,” he moans.

  I need more. So I grab his hand, sucking two of his fingers into my mouth, making them nice and wet. I push his hand down between our bodies, letting out a long, low moan when his wet fingers brush against my clit.

  “Oh, fuck.” I can’t stay still. I close my eyes, focusing on him circling those rough fingertips around my most sensitive place. His rhythm of thrusts slows as he focuses on my body.

  “Are you going to come for me, Mel? Are you going to come all over my cock?”

  “Yes,” I gasp as my body tightens around his. I quiver from head to toe, unable to contain the pleasure a moment longer. He brushes his fingers right on top of my clit and I go off like a firework. I close my eyes and all I can see behind my eyelids is a burning light.

  “That’s it, baby,” he purrs in my ear before he pulls his hand back up and licks my juices from his fingers.

  “I want you to fuck me hard, Alex. I want to see you come,” I tell him with a rasp, still panting from the orgasm.

  He reaches up, grabbing on to the headboard. “Hold tight.”

  He increases his pace, pistoning in and out of me. The wetness from my orgasm sounds slick as he thrusts. It’s filthy. His cock fits inside me perfectly with just enough stretch.

  “Look what you do to me, Mel.”

  How he has enough wits about him to verbalise anything at the moment is beyond me. I watch as his expression changes to utter bliss as he reaches the precipice and tumbles over, calling my name. He grinds his cock as deep as it will go and the groan that leaves his lips is heavy and deep.

  Afterwards, we remain in place, panting, trying to come back down to Earth. Involuntary shivers come and go as my body relaxes from the release. I run my fingers up his spine, enjoying his trembles. That was the best damn sex I’ve ever had.

  He eases away, leaving a rough kiss on my temple as he climbs from the bed and makes his way to the ensuite. I hear the tap run and then he’s back, condom removed, and a damp washcloth in his hands. He reaches up and brushes my wild hair behind my ear. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

  He smoothes the warm cloth between my legs and a blush rises on my cheeks. How can it be, with everything we’ve done, that it’s this moment that makes me blush?

  He dips down again and brushes his lips to mine. I close my eyes and savour this feeling. This satisfaction that’s settled deep in my bones. Perhaps, as Cassidy suggested, I just needed to get railed seven ways to Sunday.

  He leaves again to return the cloth to the bathroom and then comes back through. I open my eyes as the soft pad of his feet signal his approach and watch, with wonder, the confidence he exudes as he walks around my bedroom naked. There is no artifice to him at all.

  “Someone should sculpt you,” I tell him, sleepily.

  “I’ve done some life modelling, but so far I’ve had some kind of covering.”

  “Really? I can’t draw to save my life, but I think I want to come to one of those classes.”

  “I’ll let you know when they book me next.” He’s standing by the bed, looking down at me. “Can I stay?”

  I look across at the digital clock on my bedside table. It’s the middle of the night. Zack confirmed he’s staying elsewhere, and it’s unlikely that we’ll see him much before noon. I’m not sure that cuddling and actually sleeping together had been in my plans for tonight. But it feels right.

  “Please.” I tap the bed beside me and he climbs in. “Permission to wake me up when you’re ready for another round.”

  “You sure?”

  “Oh yes, I’m not done with you yet. I just need a moment to rest.”

  Chapter thirteen

  Mel

  I’m awake before Alex the next morning. His face is so peaceful in slumber. He woke me once in the night, spooning behind me, while thrusting gently inside me. His hand pressed to my pussy, stroking and teasing while he fucked me. It had been a more gentle orgasm than before, and when we were done, I fell asleep with him still inside me.

  But now, a new day is here. I don’t want it to be over, but I know that it has to be.

  I’m awake. I’m alive. And I realise that I have been holding myself tightly, closed off from the world since my marriage broke down. I’m grateful for my friends and family, but I haven’t done anything just for myself in a long time. I want to remember this experience with Alex as just that: a gift I gave to myself.