Sacha
The room was tilting. How much tequila had I consumed?
Too much, obviously.
The hottest thing on two legs was standing over me with a pained expression on his face. He looked like some kind of bronzed god, or maybe more like a Viking, due to the beard. A very horny Viking from the looks of what was between his legs, though now it was starting to flag. He was waiting for me to say something, but all I could think of was the raging heat radiating from my core. This was so not like me, to get carried away with lust like this, but I didn't feel like myself at all tonight. I seemed to be living in some kind of perverse dream.
Reason was slowly returning, so I sat up and put my hands to my face and rubbed. When I looked up, he was still watching me. Then the import of his words began to make sense to my lust-addled, inebriated brain.
"Sit," I commanded, patting the bed.
He sat next to me. "I'm sorry. I wasn't expecting-"
"Neither was I. I don't ever do this kind of thing."
He looked down at his hands. He smiled without looking at me, his cheeks pink above his blond beard. "Truth be told, I haven't been with anyone for a long time. I guess I'm a bit rusty."
It didn't sound like a line. How many guys would stop mid-makeout like he just did? Not many, unfortunately. My racing hormones were beginning to calm, and I felt some empathy for the guy.
"It's okay. I'm a bit rusty too. I haven't been with anyone since my divorce, over a year ago."
He gestured to his chest with a thumb. "Widowed."
An awkward silence followed. We were both naked, so what was there to hide now?
"Well, I still don't think you should drive. Where do you live, anyway?"
His eyes shifted away for a moment. When he looked back at me, they were a soft, warm shade of blue, like faded denim.
"I have a cabin up the mountains. About twenty minutes from here."
When was I ever going to get a gorgeous guy like this naked in my bed? No strings, purely enjoyment. A last blast before I became a parent. Isn't that what I'd wished for earlier?
How could I kick him out now?
"Well, it's probably safe to say we're both clean, but even without the condoms there are things we can do, right?"
It sounded like someone else saying those words, not me. His face lit up at the suggestion, but I caught a flash of wariness in his eyes.
"Right, but...are you sure? I want you in the worst way, but we both had a bit too much to drink."
I wanted him too. No denying that. It wasn't only the alcohol making me feel that way,
either. "I'm sure."
Before I took another breath, he had pulled me onto his lap. His mouth assaulted my lips, and I grabbed onto his full beard with both hands and slammed my mouth against his. I couldn't get enough of his taste, and the shock of skin against skin was thrilling. Crisp chest hair tickled my nipples as I pressed against him. His erection had returned full force, rubbing me exactly where it counted. By instinct, I responded by grinding against it. I was about to explode from the friction when he stood up, carrying me along with him. He turned to face the bed and laid me down.
I scooted back so my head was against the pillows. He was on all fours above me, inching his way down my body by placing kisses, bites, and licks as he went. I couldn't remember the last time I'd done this, especially since my ex wasn't fond of pleasing me this way. Anticipation had my heart banging against my ribs, and I had a moment of worry about how it would taste to him. As soon as he settled in between my thighs and began, every thought in my head dissolved.
That first lick was like a shock to my most neglected part. Nerve endings sprang to life, shooting sparks of bliss with every touch. He was gentle at first, exploring my folds with lips and tongue, with one hand splayed across my stomach to still my writhing. I couldn't help it. My voice sounded far away, but it was moaning, grunting, and sputtering. Not quite eloquent, but I didn't care.
Neither did he, apparently. He doubled his efforts, nibbling on the sensitive bud, swirling his tongue in an exquisite manner. When he suddenly nipped at one of my larger folds, I cried out. Pain and pleasure intertwined, taking me to a new level of desire. Clutching the bedsheet, I spread my legs wide to accommodate his onslaught. Seconds later, I stiffened as my climax neared, followed by wave after wave of release. I heard myself crying out something unintelligible, and then a gasp as I fell from the precipice of sensation.
He withdrew and I rolled onto my side, legs drawn up. I was still convulsing with aftershocks of pleasure. It was the longest orgasm of my life.
I felt a hand on my hip.
"Sacha, are you okay?"
"Yes. I mean, I will be. Oh my God."
He chuckled, a smug sound. "I guess you liked it, then?"
I turned to face him, now that I could breathe again. "Hell, yes."
I could still feel some of the effects of the alcohol. Now I felt drowsy from the release, too, but he had pleased me so well, I wanted to please him.
He was lying on his back against the pillow, so I raised myself to straddle his lap. I kissed him, embarrassed and aroused by my musky scent on his lips. Mimicking his earlier movements, I began a journey down his torso, licking, nipping, and tasting as I went. A quick look at his face and I saw surprise in his eyes. I stopped, and he touched my face.
"Darlin' you don't have to just because I did that."
"I want to."
I really did. I wanted to experience as much as I could this night. I'd never see him again. We were two souls who needed each other, coming together in a perfect moment that would never be repeated. No strings, no expectations. Sharing a night to remember after we'd parted.
I bent to my task, eager to please him the way he pleased me.
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