of his tongue was an electric jolt that snapped through her spine.
She clenched her hands into fists underneath her chest on the vibrating machine and squeezed her eyes shut, focusing on the sensations.
Dan ran his tongue up her folds, exploring her. He flicked his tongue lightly across the top of her clit, and she jerked. The heat of arousal pooled in her hips. She felt molten.
The light, teasing movement of Dan's tongue flickered lower down, skirting the edges of her opening. She was dimly aware that his hand was no longer touching her thigh. From the small sounds behind her, she realized that he was touching himself while he licked her.
She spread her legs wider as his tongue flicked in and out. She was so aroused she could barely breathe. Then abruptly he withdrew, leaving her gasping.
Before she could voice her wordless complaints, his hand settled firmly on her buttock, pressing her against the machine. The vibration shivered through her clit. His fingertips were wet. She groaned.
Dan leaned over her, and she groaned again as he pressed into her from behind. She was wet and open, and he slid into her, filling her.
She had never experienced anything like this. He filled her and covered her from behind, moving his hips with small thrusts that moved him inside her without ever letting up on the pressure. She tried to match those small movements. When she pushed forward, the vibration of the machine against her clit was so intense she had to struggle to control the molten heat rising in her; when she pushed back, her buttocks pressed into his groin and he filled her so deeply that the hot ache turned her bones to jelly.
She was rising toward climax faster than she would have thought possible. Every tiny movement, as they shifted back and forth in sync, pushed her higher. The washing machine covered any sounds they made. Paula rolled her hips against Dan's groin and was rewarded with a throaty gasp. She realized he was as close as she was, struggling just as hard to ride the edge without going over.
His movements paused, and Paula moaned, teetering on the edge. Dan leaned forward. His lips brushed the back of her neck, which right now seemed to be connected straight to the hot core of her.
She spread her arms, gripping both sides of the machine as Dan began to move again while he licked and nipped at the back of her neck. "I can't ..." she gasped out, her voice all but covered in the noise of the machine as it hit the spin part of the cycle. The vibration was almost more than she could bear.
With Dan's lips pressed to her neck, she felt more than heard the answer.
"Then don't," he whispered. "Go for it."
That sent her over the edge. Waves of pleasure rose in her and crashed over her, blotting out the world for an instant as she lost herself in the pure sensation of it. As she began coming back down, she felt Dan shudder into his own climax, and the heat of his release, to her own shock, sent her into a second, less intense wave, a mini-orgasm following the big one.
For a little while she lay draped over the machine with Dan on top of her, sweat sticking his bare chest to her back, both of them breathing deeply as their heart rates slowed. Eventually the discomfort of being on tiptoe with her chest pressed to the lid of a running Maytag started to penetrate.
"I think I need up now," she got out, and Dan's weight immediately eased.
He pulled back and she let her skirt down. Her knees were wobbly. She turned around and leaned against the machine and took some slow breaths. Dan was still gloriously naked, and the machine vibrated against her backside, making her aware that she was completely bare-assed under the skirt.
She wondered how many times a woman pushing forty could come in a row.
"Wow," she whispered. "You know, I've always fantasized about doing that."
Dan grinned. He leaned forward to kiss her. His lips were slightly salty.
"I hope I can make all your fantasies come true," he whispered.
"Gotta say, you're doing great so far." She drew in a ragged breath. "Okay, as amazing as that was, I'd rather sleep in a bed than a pile of laundry, so let's get upstairs and—oh. Hmm. Problem."
"My clothes are in there," Dan said, pointing to the washing machine.