18. Joshua

Joshua

I was nervous.

I couldn’t remember the last time I felt nervous before sex. Then again I’d never had sex with a woman I was in love with before. Not that I could share that little tidbit. Mabel had been clear about where she was, and I had to respect that. I wasn’t going to pressure her.

But if things continued going well with us, I planned to do my best to change her mind. If I thought she was really not interested in a relationship with me or anyone else, it would be one thing. But I was certain her experience with her ex-husband was more of a barrier than her feelings for me.

That was okay. I was a patient man. I could wait until she was ready.

We cleaned up the kitchen, packing up the leftovers, then Mabel let Esmerelda outside to go potty while I replenished her food and water. Esmerelda was a fussy little dog. Mabel had shared that the pup refused to drink water if it had been there for more than a day and refused to eat food when she could see the bottom of the bowl.

Once we’d finished in the kitchen, I took Mabel’s hand and led her into the bedroom. It was only seven-thirty, but I couldn’t wait anymore.

“Oh wait, there was garlic in the pasta sauce and on the bread,” Mabel said. “I need to brush my teeth.”

Shrugging, I followed her into the bathroom where we brushed our teeth side by side, staring at each other in the mirror before we returned to the bedroom together, walking hand in hand.

“Do you, uh, have protection?” Mabel asked. “I don’t have anything on me.”

Her face colored with embarrassment, which was so cute I couldn’t help but pull her into a hug.

“Don’t worry, I have condoms,” I said.

She looked up at me and I caught her lips in a kiss, pushing my way into her mouth and tangling my tongue with hers. As we kissed, I pulled her shirt up, moving away just enough to get it over her head before kissing her again. My hands went to her waist, pushing down her skirt and underwear, and Mabel did a little shimmy thing that made them fall to the floor. It was sexy as hell.

Her hands came to my shirt, making fast work of unbuttoning it before sliding it off my shoulders. When I felt her fingers at my belt, I stopped her.

“Are you sure, Mabel? We can wait if you want.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said. “I want you, Joshua. Now.”

She unsnapped my jeans and slid down my zipper, shoving my pants down and then pulling my briefs over my erection. I was already fully erect, and my dick bobbed up, ready to go. I damn near lost it when Mabel wrapped her small hand around my length and began stroking me.

“Let’s get into bed,” I said, walking her backward until her legs made contact with the mattress.

I gave her a little shove and she landed on her back with a bounce. After detouring into the bedside table to dig out a strip of condoms, I followed her down onto the bed. Mabel picked up the condoms and laughed.

“Six condoms? That’s kind of ambitious for people our age.”

“I’m willing to try if you are,” I joked.

We both paused as we heard Esmerelda come into the room. She looked up at the bed, then headed over to the dog bed I’d set up for her in the corner, turning in a circle once before settling in to take a nap.

“Hmm, that’s weird,” Mabel said, staring at her dog.

“What?”

“Esmerelda always got very jealous when my husband touched me. Even if he just kissed me she’d start growling at him, and we had to lock her out of the room if we had sex. But I just realized she doesn’t do any of that when you touch me.”

“She likes me,” I said. “Most dogs do.”

“I guess it’s good you’re a vet then,” she said. “Although I still think it’s weird you don’t have any pets of your own.”

I crawled up over her body, then lowered myself on top of her with a reverse push-up, keeping my weight on my forearms on either side of her head. Lowering my head, I gave Mabel a long, deep kiss.

She moaned, pulling me closer and kissing me back with enthusiasm. When we were both breathless I pulled away, kissing my way over her collarbone and down to her breast. Her breasts were full and teardrop shaped with light pink nipples. I placed small kisses around the areola before moving in to take her nipple into my mouth. Mabel groaned in pleasure.

I shifted so one leg was between hers, my weight balanced on my other leg. She widened her legs, giving me space, and I slid my hand down to her apex, sliding the pads of my fingers along the labia while I continued teasing her breast with my mouth.

When I slipped my fingers into her channel, Mabel cried out my name, her fingers tunneling into my hair to keep me close. I started moving up and down her channel steadily, never losing my grip on her nipple, and when she was stirring restlessly beneath me I brought my fingers to her clitoris.

“Oh.”

That’s all she said, but it was all I needed to know that I was on the right track. I stopped briefly to move over to her other breast, then started teasing her clitoris in earnest, pushing and circling and pressing it against the bone beneath until she came with a keening cry of pleasure.

My cock was so hard I could feel my heartbeat down there. I couldn’t wait any longer. I surged up to my knees, finding the strip of condoms and extracting one to roll up my length. I moved on top of her, notching my cock at her entrance, and waited until Mabel opened her eyes and met my gaze.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes, I want you inside me.”

The words were scarcely out of her mouth when I was sliding inside her with one long push. I stopped when our hips met, giving her time to adjust, my weight balanced on my forearms on either side of her.

“So full,” she murmured, exhaling hard to relax her muscles.

As soon as her internal muscles loosened around me I started pushing in and out of her body, setting a steady rhythm. I’d only known this woman for a few weeks, but it felt like I’d wanted her for years. I felt desperate to make her mine. Trying not to embarrass myself by coming too quickly, I mentally reviewed pharmaceutical dosages while I pounded in and out of her, loving the feeling of being wrapped around her body.

Mabel shifted position, bringing her legs around my hips, the change making me rub against her clitoris as I pumped in and out. It only took a few more thrusts of my hips before she was coming again, shaking and crying out my name.

My heart was thundering in my chest, and my vision was turning fuzzy as I finally let myself go. My pace faltered and I pushed in deep, groaning as I released my cum into the condom with several long bursts.

I dropped on top of her, burying my face in Mabel’s neck while I tried to catch my breath. Afraid that I might be crushing her, I rolled to my side, keeping our bodies connected by bringing Mabel with me.

“Wow,” she said softly, a tinge of shock in her voice. “That was… well, I don’t remember it ever being like that before with anyone.”

I pressed a quick kiss to the tip of her nose. “I’ll be right back.”

I popped across the hall to dispose of the condom, then walked back to where Mabel was star fished across my bed, laying on her back with her arms and legs spread wide.

“I can’t move,” she moaned. “You killed me.”

I joined her on the bed, pulling her to me and bringing the blanket up to cover us both. She rolled onto her side, moving to rest her head on my shoulder, one arm flung over my stomach.

“You are really good at that,” she said, her fingers twirling in my chest hair.

“ We are really good at that,” I emphasized, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Oh good, I was hoping you were enjoying it.”

“Enjoying it?” I asked incredulously. “I damn near blacked out from pleasure.”

“Can we do it again soon then?” she asked, her hand rubbing down my stomach and heading for my cock. “I mean, we have six condoms. How much time do you need to recover?”

I rolled her over onto her back, bringing my lips close enough to her that we shared a breath.

“Let’s find out.”