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Chapter 13

Hush, hush

Big Al

“I knew I was right about your nickname,” Maddie forces out. “Big Al, indeed. Mmm .”

Her teasing turns into a high-pitched, breathy moan when I press all the way inside her slick, warm core. The prick of her fingernails digging into my shoulders is an exquisite accompaniment to the rapture I feel at finally joining with her.

After all this time.

If Heaven exists, I hope it’s as perfect as this, or else I’m not going.

Needing to fully soak in the moment, I don’t move right away. Honestly, she feels so fucking good I worry this might end before it really begins.

All I can do is hold myself deep inside her, reveling in the sheer perfection. I want to savor this for as long as I possibly can.

“I might be a little rusty at this. It’s been a long damn time.”

She tilts her chin, brushing her lips over mine. “It’s probably just like riding a bicycle.”

“Maddie, you’re no bicycle.” I slide one hand down the side of her body, hooking it under her thigh and tugging it over my hip. “You’re all woman. A voluptuous body, silky hair, plump lips. Mmm .” I give her a peck and continue listing some of the things I love about her. “Soft, supple skin, full breasts, and a mouthwatering, delicious pussy. Your body might as well have been made for me.”

Her features soften, with hints of gratefulness faintly darkened by disbelief. “Kiss me, please.”

“That would be my absolute pleasure.” I dive in, readily getting lost in her supple lips and velvety tongue.

My hips gradually start pumping of their own accord. With each languid stroke, the fervent need to thrust fast and rough builds until I can’t hold back any longer.

The first hard stroke draws a guttural groan from the depths of my chest. By the third, my balls draw up, and the coil of pleasure tightens in my gut. Then four and five. Oh god.

Five fucking strokes.

Five.

When I realize what’s happening, I attempt to freeze my hips, but I can’t stop them.

Or it .

I’m too far gone. Like it or not, it’s happening.

No, no, no.

“Son of a bitch,” I grit out, my voice tight and raspy with reluctant pleasure.

As my spontaneous and extremely premature release explodes out of me, I’m doused with equal amounts of embarrassment and euphoria.

Clearly realizing what’s transpired, Maddie’s soft body goes rigid, and she freezes, no longer bucking up against my pelvis. Her fingertips release my back from their previous death grip.

Shame, shame, and more shame. Buckets of it drench me, extinguishing all lingering traces of my orgasmic glow.

Not the first impression I wanted to make.

Not the hundredth impression either.

Maddie’s a kind woman, and I’m sure she won’t judge me too harshly, but fucking hell. This was our first time. It should have been magical for her. Not a letdown.

She gives my upper shoulder a soothing pat. Fuck . She’s literally patting me on the back for being a five-pump chump. This is mortifying. My cheeks warm, and it’s not from the twenty-second workout I just had.

“It’s okay,” she whispers.

“No, it’s not. I’m so sorry.” Gingerly, I remove my rapidly softening dick from her orgasm accelerator device. “Just give me a few minutes.” I flop onto my back, tossing my forearm over my shame-coated eyes.

“Well, I came pretty fast too. So we’re even.”

Sweet, silly woman.

My chest shakes with a silent laugh at her precious attempt to assuage my guilt.

She turns onto her side, dragging her fingertips across my pecs lovingly. “It’s honestly a compliment,” she offers, remaining true to her compassionate nature. “Like when someone scarfs down my meatloaf in record time. That means they enjoyed it.”

“You’re not a damn bicycle or a meatloaf, gorgeous.” I chuckle, daring to meet her eyes. “It’s just been so fucking long. Turns out that many years of nothing but my right hand has left Little Al a bit trigger-happy.”

Her nose pinches. “How many years are we talking about here?”

Pretty sure I blurted that little tidbit out earlier in a moment of sheer insanity. I mentally rewind our earlier conversation. Yep . I did. “Guess you didn’t hear me before?”

Her sapphire eyes flicker toward the ceiling. “We exchanged a lot of words tonight, Alan. You’ll have to forgive me if I missed some of them. I wasn’t exactly in a great place mentally.”

“That’s fair.” Twisting my frame to face her, I prop my cheek on one hand. With the other, I comb my fingers through her soft brown locks and whisper, “Maddie, I haven’t been able to take a woman to bed since the night I met you.”

No sense in hiding it. There’s literally nothing I wouldn’t tell her.

Except one thing. That’s a secret I’ll take to the grave.

Maybe two.

Staring into her eyes at this distance, I’m able to see so much. A thousand emotions skate by in a matter of seconds. Rather than verbally replying to my confession, she lets her face telegraph her feelings—awe, sadness, regret, and gratefulness. A few more that don’t have names.

All of them make me love her more.

Leaning close, she brings our lips together for a petal-soft kiss. As she pulls away, playfulness colors her heart-shaped face.

Here we go.

“That’s a very long time. Now I see why we didn’t get very close to the one-minute mark.”

Her taunting smile turns into a giggle, drawing me in for another kiss. I love seeing her happy. Even if it’s at the expense of my malfunctioning cock and balls.

Damn traitorous things.

“You’re a million percent forgiven, Alan.” She cups my cheek, her fingers stroking my beard. So much affection in a simple touch. “I’m glad you were so adamant about me coming first.” Like she’s surprised by her joke, her eyes shoot wide, and she covers her sudden gasp.

I turn my head to the side so I don’t blast her at point-blank range with my boisterous laugh.

“I like this,” she says once our combined laughter stalls. “Being this way with you. Not just the sex. Spending time with nobody else around. Just us.”

Unable to resist, I kiss her. Long and sweet.

If I didn’t busy my mouth, I was gonna spoil it by saying something stupid like I love you . She isn’t ready for that. Still plagued with loads of survivor’s guilt.

“First of all, I refuse to let you call what we did sex. That was foreplay as far as I’m concerned.”

She narrows her eyes at me. “And second?”

“I like being this way with you too. I’m looking forward to so many more of these nights.” I wiggle my head scantly. “Minus the tears and disastrous performance.”

She inches close, burrowing against my chest and throwing a leg over mine. “Alan, can I ask you something?”

I smooth her hair down, resting my chin on top of her head. “Anything.”

“What does this mean?”

Pausing for a beat, I wait for her to elaborate. When an explanation doesn’t materialize, I ask, “What does what mean?”

“Us. Tonight. What are we doing? I know it’s cliché to have a ‘where is this going?’ talk the first night we’re intimate, but I’m too old for guessing games.”

My answer will undoubtedly scare her the fuck off. So I quash it. “What do you want tonight to mean, Maddie?”

“Oh, me first?”

Her tone makes me wonder if anyone has ever put her first. And that makes me want to rage.

“Absolutely. You come first, always.” Since the words parallel our other activities, I jokingly add, “I have a better chance of pleasing you that way.”

She snickers at my little self-jab. “Well, to be honest...” she starts tentatively, letting the unfinished sentence languish far too long for my taste.

Not a good sign.

My abs clench on reflex, bracing for the blow she’s about to deliver to my gut.

“Absolute honesty,” I encourage.

“I’m still not ready for something serious. I’ve only been divorced for a few years after more than two decades of hell. I get that you’re probably beyond ready for more, but I’m wondering if you might be willing to keep this light and fun for a little while.”

The hold she has around my midsection tightens, making me wonder if she’s fearful of my reaction. Given I can’t see her face, I can only guess why that may be.

“Maddie, you should know by now that I won’t rush you into this. That ship has sailed, made the voyage around the world a dozen times, and has been docked in port for ages.”

Her head pops off my chest, and she hits me with the most dazzling blue eyes I’ve ever seen. “Really? You wouldn’t be mad about that?”

Radiant joy and hope dance right under the surface.

“I’m up for taking it slow, keeping it light for now. If it makes you more comfortable, it’s good by me.”

“And would it be all right if we also kept it between us for now? I don’t want Leo to know. Not yet. We’ll tell him when it’s a better time.”

I search for potential reasons for that request, coming up empty. Why hide? Leo wouldn’t be upset. Not a chance.

Yet the hopeful look she flays me with all but makes my decision for me.

How could I deny her?

“Okay. For now.”

Everything about her mood brightens, sending bolts of light streaming into my soul. “I was so afraid you’d push for all or nothing.” She joins our lips for two rapid-fire kisses. “Thank you for not rushing me.” She gives me another kiss, slower and more passionate, with a gentle suck of my lower lip. “Thank you, Alan. It means so much to me that you’re willing to respect my wishes, even though I know you want more. And I promise I’ll try to give you that as soon as I can.”

I palm her cheeks, keeping her face over mine and locking our gazes. “If I haven’t been clear, allow me to remedy that right fucking now. Madeline Mason, you’re worth the wait.”

When our lips join this time, there’s tenderness and adoration woven into the kiss. An unspoken appreciation of one another.

She shifts on top of me as the passion of the moment intensifies, her legs straddling my waist. My cock twitches back to life, rapidly inflating as she grinds on me.

Thank fuck. After what happened earlier, I wasn’t counting on my dick to cooperate.

If this woman writhing naked on top of me while her mouth is on mine didn’t make me as hard as granite, I was gonna need someone to check my pulse.

“Maddie, slip me inside your sweet pussy,” I command in a husky tone that does nothing to hide the effect she has on me. “Let me redeem myself.”

Without hesitating, she reaches between us and notches my tip at her entrance. Her breathing accelerates as I start to ease inside. Tiny gasps leave her perfectly rounded lips.

I’m in awe of her from this view. She’s straight out of my fantasies, absolutely dazzling me.

Bracing her flattened palms on my chest, she adds an intoxicating swirl of her hips as she sinks onto my cock until I bottom out.

Eyes closed, we groan in unison at the exquisite sensation of her velvety walls fully cradling me. Bodies in sync, she bares down, meeting my upward thrusts in perfect concert.

This time, I’m not inclined to take it slow. It didn’t work all that well for us before.

And I’m fucking ravenous for her.

Especially in this spectacular position. My eyes don’t know where to look next. It’s a visual feast. Her tits swaying and bouncing as she grinds on me. My hands digging into the thick flesh of her upper thighs. Her soft gray-streaked chestnut brown locks cascading over her shoulders. The glimpse I get of my cock filling her at the end of each stroke.

Perfection.

Using an unyielding grip on her hips, I help her match my increasing tempo. Her delicate keens and whimpers are the perfect counter to my coarse grunts and raspy breaths.

My eyes roll back into my skull when she sinks her fingernails into my chest and grinds harder against me. Her strokes soon outpace mine, and the sounds coming out of her fucking mouth are the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Back and forth, she flexes and pulses over me, dragging that sweet pussy up and down my length. Faster and faster.

“Fuck yes, baby. Ride my fucking cock,” I force out, sounding more animal than man.

Maddie might be in her mid-fifties, but she rides dick like she’s in her fucking prime.

“Alan, my god. So good. So good.”

“You sure fucking are. Bend down here and let me suck on those sexy nipples so I can feel you come on my cock.”

With a sultry wink, she complies, gracefully folding toward me while continuing her sensual lower body gyrations.

As soon as her breasts are within licking distance, my mouth opens wide, allowing my tongue to seek its target. Being the caring soul she is, Maddie cradles the back of my head with one hand to help steady me and support my neck.

Rolling one of her rosy nipples between my fingers, I draw the other past my lips, tugging the pert bud deeper into my mouth with steady suction. My tongue flicks it from side to side, drawing a slew of feral sounds from her that have my hips pumping faster.

She throws her head back, her upper body following. Sadly, the motion removes her breasts from my reach. I wouldn’t be opposed to sitting up to chase them, but the fucking view from here is addicting. Plus, she clearly enjoys riding me like this.

With a fist full of my chest hair, she mewls and cries out in pleasure. Her pussy spasms around my cock, fluttering and squeezing.

I have to mash my lips together and fight the compulsion to join her in release. I’m not fucking done with her.

As soon as her hips grind to a halt, I twist our bodies to tenderly guide her onto her back. I’m on top of her a second later, with her supple thighs cushioning my hips. Our mouths collide, ravenous tongues exploring.

So much passion.

A twinge of regret pricks through the euphoria at the thought of all the time we missed. I bat it away, refocusing on making love in the here and now, rather than lamenting the physical and emotional love we should have been sharing all along.

I’ll languish over that later.

Moving as one, we start making up for lost time.

And when she calls out my name again and reaches her climax, I let her take me with her. Together, we tumble headfirst into ecstasy.

And I fall the rest of the way in love with her.