Then I smile.
She’s not wearing any panties.
And her pussy’s glistening with need.
This discovery does not go unappreciated by my cock, which strains against my boxers and overalls. Freeing it is long fucking overdue. With a hand weaved into her hair, I give it a little tug, exposing her collar bone. She holds her breath, waiting, expectant, bracing for me with her fingers now digging into my shoulders as she holds on tight. Gripping her ass, I anchor her mound against my cock, which is dying to be let out to play.
Amber pants hard, pressing her breasts into my chest.
“Diesel…” She hums out my name close to my ear and begs me to fuck her.
I’m not sure how but between the two of us, we manage to unbutton my one-piece uniform—the inconvenient fucker has buttons down the front, not a zipper—and I find a condom in my wallet. I’m hard as granite. She’s primed and ready. And those soft little whimpers that leave her lips and hit the shell of my ear make me crave that snug feeling of being buried inside a woman.
With my hands at her hips, I leverage my grip on her to tilt her waist back and drag her to me with a sharp jerk along the counter.
4
Amber
I should have done this ages ago.
Still, it’s better late than never.
With one sharp push, Diesel enters me, and I hiss out a moan of pleasure. It’s a penetrating stab from his thick, rigid erection as he plants himself deep within me. All I can do is hold on tight, with my legs wrapped around his waist. As he pulls out slightly, I position myself, tilting backward for another direct hit. Hell yes, I want to feel the full force of his carnal attack. It’s been years since I’ve been with a man. This chance encounter has to make up for all that celibacy.
It’s heat and pleasure. His roughness against my soft curves. And even though he’s wearing a condom—thank God for that—I still feel every move he makes inside of me. I’m sensitive to every shiver, moan, and sigh. And loving every thrust, shove and touch.
We move. Together. A teeter tottering back and forth rhythm. And when I think I’m close to the edge, I find myself taking that much more pleasure from the way I drive him crazy as I drag my nails down his shoulders. My hips rock and my head tilts backward then forward again, covering his face and shoulders in a blanket of my long, blonde hair. I’m loving the way our breathing races and mingles together. It’s if we’ve done this before and know each other’s pace by memory.
Diesel deftly flicks open the last few buttons of my blouse. As he pounds into me, he frees one breast. Massaging the flesh at the same pace as each thrust, he ducks his head and takes me into his mouth, bathing my nipple with attention, and then, finally, tugs it with his teeth.
“God yes,” I cry out in response to the perfect pain-pleasure mixture. So perfect that my core tightens and starts to pulsate around his cock, and bursts of light flash behind my eyelids, calling me to my peak.
He pumps and grinds and rolls his hips, fucking the orgasm out of me. The want and need are as palpable and sure as the waves that start to surge with each penetrating move he makes. Then he drives harder and faster. Deeper and hotter. To my point of no return.
I call his name through my climax like I’ve known him forever, my body tensing and exploding and relaxing all at once, and Diesel lets out a throaty guzzle of a groan, gritting his teeth as he joins me with his own release. When he comes, it hits like me hard. He hisses and bites down on the nape of my neck, sucking and kissing as pleasure engulfs our bodies. In my haze, I can almost feel him let go of some of that despair I saw in his eyes. He lets go of everything. The pain. The hurt. The sadness and loneliness.
For a moment—or twenty—I’m overflowing from the relief of letting Diesel be the first man to fuck me since my husband passed. Intoxicated by everything he is and numb from the unplanned yet clearly necessary hookup, I gaze up at his face again to find a sweet, exhausted grin on his face.
5
Diesel
Amber relaxes into my chest, her head on my shoulder as she comes down from her orgasm. It’s uncanny how natural and relaxed she is in my arms. After some time, she sits up and pushing her wild tresses away from her flushed face.