“Yeah.” Paula was still panting. She managed a smile, her cheeks still flushed. “That was…well, that was…”
“Thorough?”
“I had a few words to describe it, but I can’t grasp onto them right now.”
Michael chuckled. He rolled onto his side and tugged her close, palming her backside as he kissed her.
“I think I can make you lose a few more by the time I’m done with you.”
“Is that a promise?”
“Only once I’ve got my breath back. I am an old man, after all.”
Paula giggled.
“You’re not old. You’re fitter than I am.”
“And you’re really good for my ego.”
“I can be good for other things as well.”
Michael groaned, nipping her lower lip with his teeth.
“Is that a challenge? I’d love to see that.”
“Let me recover, and I’ll see what I can do.”
* * *
Paula woke up, aware that someone was snoring away behind her. It took her a moment to realise who it was. She never knew Michael snored.
It was actually quite cute.
Rolling over, Paula watched as Michael slept beside her. He was on his bed, an arm over his head with his face turned away from her. The duvet was bunched over his belly, and Paula took her time looking him over. She had seen him like this at swimming, so it wasn’t new. But doing it this close and personal was new.
When she had gone to tell him about what Natalie had said, Paula had thought Michael would just laugh and call Natalie an idiot before going back to work. Then she would awkwardly laugh it off and go elsewhere for a cry. But, instead, Michael had kissed her. Touched her. Fucked her until she was limp.
Paula didn’t think she could do what they did as making love. It was far too intense for that. More animalistic. And she had loved every moment.
Michael didn’t need much to get his breath back. Even when he was recovering, he pleasured her until Paula was shaking so much she didn’t think she could take anymore. And yet she still craved him. one time was not going to be enough.
She could only hope Michael didn’t say this was just to scratch an itch and they were done. That would be crushing.
Hopefully, that wouldn’t be the case. Otherwise Paula didn’t think she could go back to training. Not when Michael was there, knowing that he had fucked her so well she didn’t want anyone else. She would have to move clubs, or stop completely, just to stop torturing herself.
Had they made things worse? Paula didn’t know.
Her mouth was dry. She needed a drink. Slipping out of bed, Paula got dressed and tiptoed out of the room. If Natalie was home, she didn’t want to have to explain why she was wearing Michael’s shirt and nothing else.
Paula headed downstairs, only to stop when she saw the front door was partially open. Hadn’t Natalie closed it when she left? Paula was sure she had heard the front door close. Teenagers could be forgetful, but not like this, surely?
“Natalie? Are you back?”
If she was, Paula could only hope she had come back when they were asleep; Paula didn’t want to think what Natalie must have thought when she heard her dad fucking someone.
There was no response, but she could hear someone in the kitchen. Something in Paula’s gut told her not to go in there, but she brushed it off. It was just Natalie, nobody else. The door had just been opened by the wind due to not being secure enough, that was all.
Paula shut the door and headed through the living room, into the kitchen. Then she stopped in the doorway, her stomach dropping at the sight of the dark-haired man standing at the counter. He turned as Paula came in, giving her a smile.