He drew back, despite her hands, which urged him back. Her lips were already kiss-swollen and her eyes glazed over with passion. He probably looked the same.
Moving lower to territory he loved, he gazed at her breasts for a moment, then examined the familiar terrain with his fingertips. Shaping her. Tracing her. Flicking her. Even pinching her. All accented by her moans of encouragement. Finally, he put his mouth to one pink nipple and took her, areola and all, sucking deeply. He felt the tip against the roof of his mouth. He wished he could swallow all of her.
She bucked against him and murmured, “Too much, too much. Wait. Stop. Oh, no, don’t stop. Oh. Oh.”
Then he suckled her other breast.
By then, she was flailing futilely from side to side, trying to escape his ministrations, but digging her fingernails into his shoulders at the same time.
Faster than a Cajun could peel a crawfish, he removed her skirt and panties. Then he rolled off her and directed in a voice he barely recognized for its huskiness, “Look in the mirror, sweetheart, and see what I see.”
Her arms rested loosely above her head on the pillow. Her full lips moved and made small panting noises. Her nipples and breasts were engorged from his ministrations. Her legs were spread slightly in invitation. Her belly button ring gleamed in the soft light.
“Oh, my,” she said.
That about said it all.
“Don’t move,” he ordered and stood, quickly toeing off his boots, then shucking his jeans and briefs. He stood before her for a moment, wanting her to see just how much he desired her. His cock was rock hard and bigger than it had ever been, blue veins standing out in urgency. A blue steeler, for sure.
“Oh, my,” she said again and smiled.
He smiled, too, and moved on top of her. Putting his hands under her butt cheeks, he raised her slightly and used his knees to spread her thighs. Taking his cock in hand, he placed himself at her entrance, then looked up at her. “I love you, Charmaine.”
“Ooooh, don’t say that.”
Damn, damn, damn. I picked the wrong time to spill my guts.
“You’ll spoil it,” she groaned.
He groaned, too. And his cock would have groaned, too, if it could. Dumb man tongue, for sure.
“I know you signed the papers today. I know it will be over after today. Don’t pretend.”
Huh? “What papers?” he asked, recalling she’d mentioned papers before. I can’t believe we are having a conversation when my brain and other body parts are about to explode.
“The divorce papers.”
“Huh?” he said aloud this time, and frowned. “I never signed any divorce papers. Those were autopsy permission forms.”
It took only a second for his words to sink in. “Really?”
“Really. You thought I signed divorce papers?”
She nodded, tears in her eyes.
He said the only thing he could think of at the moment. “I love you, Charmaine.” I hope my timing is better this time.
And she smiled.
Unable to wait any longer, he thrust into her hot, spasming sheath, which was surprisingly tight for a born-again virgin. When she said, “Oh, Raaa-oooul,” he knew by the use of his given name that the timing had been just right. After that, he wanted to tell her how good she was, how great it felt with her vaginal muscles clasping and unclasping him in welcome, but he couldn’t speak above a whimper.
Charmaine did her orgasms the way she did everything in life. With gusto. She arched her hips off the bed, moving his much larger body with her, propelled by the strength of a massive adrenaline rush. She dug her nails into his butt till she drew blood. And she screamed out, “Raaa—oooul!”
Ya gotta love a girl who could stun a guy mid-come, Raoul concluded. Ya gotta love a girl who could make a man believe in multiple orgasms … for men! You gotta love a girl who isn’t afraid to be insatiable.
Ya gotta love Charmaine.
And that was the last thought Raoul had before a mind-blowing explosion that seemed to impress the hell out of Charmaine. It sure impressed him.