fall into, because if I were to go there, I’d also have to acknowledge the difference of being in bed with a man who has much more experience than my husband did.
So not going there. Uh-uh. No way.
Jason’s muscles tighten, and his breathing quickens. “Carmen.”
“Hmm?”
“Let’s do this together.”
“Next time. Take one just for you.”
His deep groan makes me smile and has me deciding to sweeten the pot. I release my hold on his cock and turn him to face me, glancing up at him as I drop to my knees to take him into my mouth.
I love the shock that registers in his eyes, his sharp intake of breath, the rough grip on my hair and the way his entire body goes tense as I take him as deep as I can. The head of his cock nudges against my throat, and I swallow convulsively, drawing a shout of pleasure from him.
“Carmen,” he says, sounding desperate. “Babe . . . Fuck.”
Despite the warning I hear in his voice, I lick and suck gently, focused entirely on him and his pleasure.
In the second before he comes, his cock gets harder and bigger, which fascinates me. After years of not giving sex a thought, it’s all I seem to think about since he came into my life.
“Shit,” he whispers as he sags against the wall.
I lick my lips and stand on shaky legs.
He wraps his arms around me as his chest rises and falls rapidly.
“Was that okay?”
He laughs as he seems to fight for breath. “Ah yeah, you could say that. You wrecked me.”
As we stand there under the warm water, clinging to each other, I’m content in a way I haven’t been in years. It’s a feeling I want to hold on to with everything I’ve got, as I know now how fleeting such things can be. And when I feel his reawakened cock pressing against my belly, I laugh. “That didn’t take long.”
“He’s under your spell.” Jason shuts off the water, steps out of the shower and has a towel waiting for me when I follow him. He wraps it around me and nuzzles my neck, giving a gentle bite that electrifies me.
“Don’t leave any marks.” I can just imagine what my grandmothers would say if I showed up with love bites on my neck.
“I won’t. Don’t worry.” With his hands on my hips, he directs me toward the bedroom. On the way, the towel falls to the floor, and I find myself facedown on the bed. “Like this.” His hand slides from my back to my ass, which he’s mentioned a few times is the finest ass he’s ever seen. Any inhibitions I might’ve had about being naked in front of him quickly disappeared in the face of his desire for me.
I’ve always been conscious of what Tony once referred to as my extravagant curves. I’m not fat so much as “lush,” as Maria describes us both. I could stand to lose some weight, but I try to eat healthy, exercise when I feel like it and maintain a healthy body image. Although, this week, the only exercise I’ve gotten is in bed with Jason.
Next week, I tell myself as I wait to see what he has planned, I’ll get back on the treadmill, which is the one machine at the gym I can handle.
His lips land on the center of my back and work their way down. It takes him only seconds to have me quivering with desire and anticipation. He raises me to my knees and uses his tongue to intensify the quivering and the desire. I’m a trembling orgasmic mess of nerve endings on fire for him by the time he pushes into me from behind. Grasping my hips, he thrusts in deep before retreating almost completely and then repeating the whole thing again and again until I’m desperate to let go of the intense pressure that’s building like a steam engine about to burst from internal combustion.
When he grazes a fingertip over my clit, I explode, screaming from the release that rocks through me.
He’s right there with me, coming with a grunt and a moan that vibrates through the lips he’s pressed against my back.
We tumble onto the mattress, still joined as we ride the waves that follow epic release.
He mumbles all the Spanish words he practiced on me the other day, calling me every term of endearment he can think of as he caresses my breasts and belly.