Matt’s panting breath warms my neck, his lips pressing fast, insistent kisses against my skin. He burrows his right arm under my shoulders, lifting me to the hard strength of his big, burly body. His chest hair grazing my breasts. My nipples bead up harder at the steady rub, sending little jolts down to my clit.
His scent fills my nose, and I moan at his delicious smell. Arching my hips, I grind my clit against his coarse pubes. With a short cry, I strain against him as my pussy clamps down on his thick length. Waves of pleasure pound through me, my clit and pussy throbbing like a heartbeat.
“Oh Tricia, you feel so good, sweetheart,” Matt groans, his hips driving my body into the couch’s soft cushions. With a low, husky moan, he thrusts deep, his climax shooting forth in short hot blasts covering my quivering inner walls.
With a sigh, he sags against me, cocooning my body with his. For several long moments, we lie basking in the afterglow. Only when I feel his cock softening and some of our mingled juices beginning to slide out do I squirm to get free.
I tap at his broad shoulder. “Matt, I’m leaking all over your couch.”
Lifting his head, he grins down at me, his shock of thick brown hair falling over his brow. “Oh well.” He presses a kiss to my breast even as I twist and shove at him harder to get free. “I love your breasts and your big hard nipples,” he says, his gaze pinned to them.
With a sigh, I stop struggling and accept the fact that there’s going to be a huge puddle under me when I get up. “Is that the only thing you love about me?”
He drags his eyes from my chest, leaning forward to plant a soft kiss on my swollen lips. “One of the many things and you know it.” He moves back, his smile dimming. “I’m going to miss you over Thanksgiving.”
“I’m going to miss you too,” I admit.
Glancing away, I mull over the long week without him. The slide of Matt’s wet cock on my thigh jerks me back to the moment, and I renew my efforts to wiggle away. “Okay, up! I need a shower,” I say, giving his hips a nudge with my knee.
With a pout, he pulls away and stands up, offering me his hand.
I carefully scoot to the edge of the couch and accept his help. Once up, I waddle-walk with my thighs tightly squished together to keep the mess mostly contained to my person and not drip all over his floor.
Matt’s laughter follows in my wake, and I toss a scowl over my shoulder.
Thank heavens his downstairs bathroom is a full one with a huge walk-in shower with rain showerheads. I’m glorying in the hot water when Matt slips in behind me, his erection nudging at my lower back.
“I thought older men were supposed to slow down,” I say, turning in his arms to grin up at him.
“That’s only if they don’t have a younger woman to keep up with.” He reaches for the soap and a loofa. “Does my age bother you?” he asks in a subdued voice.
I look at Matt, taking in the lines on his face and the silver in his dark hair, and feel nothing but love for him. “Not really, and if it does, it’s a little late for that, don’t you think?” I snatch the loofa from him and rub it along his straining length. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”
“Never. I will never not want you.”
Dragging the soapy loofa up his furry chest, I stand on my tiptoes, leaning into his big body for support. “Good. Now show me again how you’re going to keep up with me.”
With a delighted grin, he does.
EPILOGUE
SIX MONTHS LATER
MATT
Stretching my arms overhead, I make a big production out of wincing and rubbing at my shoulder.
“Hey, are you okay?” Tricia asks, looking up from her phone.
“Just tight.”
She sighs and tosses her phone down on the couch. “How many times have I said I would be happy to give you a massage?” she asks, standing up and coming over to me.
“I know. I just feel guilty sometimes asking when you do that at work all day.”
Her hands wind around my waist, her body snuggling against mine. “Silly man. I told you not to feel guilty about that. I don’t want you hurting.”
I rub my cheek along the top of her silky hair, inhaling the fragrance of her and feeling the familiar burst of love that always accompanies the sensation of having her close.