“Fuck, look at your juicy pussy take me in. You want this, don’t you? You love fucking the boss.”
“Yes,” she screamed.
There were no words for her to describe what was happening to her body.
“I’m not going to last.” He gave a growl, letting go of her hands to finger her clit. She felt on the brink of orgasm constantly around him. There was no way for her to stop this feeling. She wanted him that badly.
Julian licked her cum off his finger then went back for more.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear it. You know how I love to hear you yell my name.” He used two fingers on her delicate clit, his touch relentless against her. “I love fucking you. You’re all mine.” He slammed inside her with each word.
Heather loved it when he talked dirty to her.
“Julian!” She yelled his name as she came apart. He fucked her harder until his cock pulsed inside her. The condom filled with his sperm. She didn’t know why he used the condom. He spent most of his time forgetting them with her.
He collapsed on top of her, taking her farther up the bed.
“I could fuck you forever. There is nowhere else I’d rather be,” he said. She rubbed his damp hair off his head.
“I’m here ‘til you’ve had enough.” She stroked his hair. His breath was on her nipples. He got up on his arms staring down at her.
“Do you love me?” he asked.
She bit her lip. “Don’t make me answer that,” she said after a few silent minutes. Heather stared past his shoulder unable to think about the hurt inside her chest. She didn’t want their time to be ruined by her admission.
“I can’t promise you anything, Heather. I told you that.”
“I know. I didn’t say I loved you, Julian. Don’t be egotistical,” she said. Her fingers were crossed by her side. She wasn’t lying really.
He stared at her for a little while longer. “As long as you know the score.”
“You’re against commitment and prefer to sow your wild oats until you fall down dead, old and alone. I get it, Julian. I’m good for however long your dick gets hard for me. Now will you get off me so I can shower? I’ve got grime, work sweat, and everything else.” She shoved at his chest. Julian moved off her giving her space to move. He caught her wrist not letting her get out of the way.
“I’ve got you all weekend, Heather. We’ll share the shower.”
“Come on then.” She tugged him off the bed. Her nakedness no longer bothered her.
He got up to stand next to her, his hand going to her cheek for her to look at him. “The last thing I want is to hurt you. I care for you, Heather.”
“I know. Sometimes caring isn’t enough, but for now it’s more than I want.”
They took a shower together, then made love before falling asleep in each other’s arms. Heather lay curled up against his chest as he held her.
****
On Saturday Julian took her for a tour of the small island. They walked the beach without a care in the world. He was reeling from the shock of their situation. The women in his life never made him feel anything like the way Heather was doing. She made him want to be with her in the longer term. Each time he thought he was getting closer to moving on, the stronger his feelings grew.
Until Heather entered his life, he hadn’t allowed a woman to sleep in his bed while he lay with her. Thursday night was the first time since they’d begun their affair that he’d slept alone. He didn’t like it. Her warm heat kept him at peace during the cold nights.
The sun had set on their last night together. He stroked her hair where she lay on the bed.
“I never thought I’d enjoy summer during winter.” She smiled.
“I wouldn’t have come without you. I’ve enjoyed our time together,” he said.
“It has been fun. Considering you’re an old man you know how to keep up.” She reached between his thighs to stroke his cock. Julian closed his eyes for a split second to enjoy her ministrations. He loved her hands on him. There was a lot about her that he loved. No, liked. He didn’t love anyone. Care was as far as he was willing to admit. All other emotions were pointless.
Why?
He cut the thought off before it had chance to spoil his last night with Heather. She’d been teasing him all day about her ass, making sly comments. He knew she’d been watching scenes of anal sex. She hadn’t deleted the links from his study computer at home. He liked the fact she was thinking about going further with him. The thought of her thinking about him while she watched the videos, turned him on.
She lay naked. Their last love-making session permeated the air. He stroked down her back to her ass, cupping the cheeks. She gave a moan. “You love my ass, don’t you?”