Sierra Seduction (6 page)

“I’m clean, never ran around on—” No, he didn’t want her name here anymore than Silas’s. “Anyway, my doctor suggested a test when I divorced. Said women might ask.” Funny, he’d never thought to need that information, at least not where it mattered so much. “And I might as well tell you that no fear of babies would keep me away from you.”

“Yeah.” Her small voice gave him pause, but then she surged forward and dragged him down with her, kissing his face, his chest, and pressing him into the sleeping bag, putting her on top. “Now be good while I get to know this body again.”

Michaela straddled his hips, her wet pussy dampening the front of his boxer-briefs, his cock cradled between her legs.

“I thought you wanted me to fuck you.”

She grinned. “Oh, I do. But we have all night, don’t we?” She wriggled and he groaned. “Sweet. Good to know I still have some super powers, Scout.”

Always prepared. Well for most things. Lucky they didn’t need condoms.

“You have no idea.”

Absence had made his heart grow fonder and his dick grow harder. He drew long, slow breaths, praying for patience. He’d promised himself he’d do anything—and if that meant staying still while she ran her palms over his chest, pausing to tweak a nipple, and down his waist, he’d do it. If it killed him.

Her lips followed her hands, giving a quick lick to the nipple on her way to his abdomen. “Gravity has been kind to you, too. Didn’t you take an office job?”

“Yes,” he ground out between gritted teeth.

“Well, you did something to stay in shape.”

She dropped a series of open-mouthed kisses around his belly button and grasped his
underwear then released it. He moaned.

“Shhh, we’ll get there, I promise.”

Bypassing his groin, where his cock bobbed beneath his briefs, trying to lure her back, she slid on her ass down his legs and ran her hands over the contours. “I wanted to feel your mountain legs. You kept hiking, all these years. Not around here, though.” Her fingers worked their way to the top of his thighs and rested there, bracketing his cock, which twitched spasmodically.

Grab it, dammit.

He wanted to fuck her hands, her mouth, her cunt, her ass if she’d let him. How could her touch feel so good?

“No, mostly the Appalachian Trail, at least at first. Then some other peaks, high ones.”

“Funny, I never thought your wife was the hiking type.”

“Can we not talk about her?” He closed his eyes, aware only of her touch. “I went alone.”

“I’m sorry.” Michaela’s posture changed, weight shifted. “I prefer company on the trail.”

“Me
, too.”

“Maybe we can do a little hiking before you go back to the East Coast.”

He parted his lips to answer, but she yanked his underwear down to his feet and off. They could talk in the morning. For now….

For now, Michaela reacted instinctually. She didn’t want him to have a chance to reject her again. One night. One night and she’d be grateful, not ruin it with too much information. She didn’t know if he was there for a day or a week or a month—she only knew he was there, with her, and naked, except for socks.

They weren’t in her way.

His erection stood high and proud, the head swollen and bulbous and dark. She’d never examined him before. At fifty-four, she’d left timidity far behind. If this was going to be their one time, she’d not waste it.

Gripping his cock, she gave a tentative squeeze. His groan encouraged her to go further, to glide her hand up and down and bend it back a little to meet her mouth. Val’s fingers tangled in her hair, his breathing harsh in the tent. Outside the wind soughed but inside, a perfect intimacy drew her to do what she hadn’t had the nerve to do once upon a time. Flicking her tongue on the
slit, she savored the salty taste of pre-cum. Any thoughts she’d had about age affecting him were wiped away by the hardness she clutched.

“M
ickie, you don’t have to…I won’t be able to stop from coming.”

She lifted her head. “Who
asked you to?” Holding his gaze, Michaela drew him in, an inch at a time, until he butted the back of her throat then withdrew. Again and again. She smiled around him when his fingers tightened, pulling a few loose hairs in his passion.

I’m not a little girl anymore, my old friend. I’m a grown woman and I’m going to suck you senseless.

Finally, he gasped out, “I’m going to…going to….” And she sped up, gliding from base to tip. “Oh god.”

He rocked his hips against her face, shuddering while his hot thick cum poured into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. In challenge, in celebration…in demonstration of the woman he’d walked away from.

When he released her hair and his arms fell limp, she let him drop from her mouth and wiped it on a corner of one of their T-shirts. At some point, the lantern had gone out, leaving them in darkness. She hadn’t a clue when that had happened.

“Come up here.” Val tugged on her shoulders, pulling her toward him. He drew her sleeping bag over them and wrapped her in his embrace. “I hate to say it, but I need to rest a little before we do anymore.”

She snuggled closer, bumping her nose against his chin and dropping a kiss on his throat. “Well, you’re not nineteen anymore.”

Val stroked her hair back from her face and kissed the top of her head. “Neither are you.”

“You noticed.” Leaning up, she searched his expression, her triumph abating a bit. “I’m fifty-four. Too old for you?”

Men often ended up with a much younger woman after a divorce. For the first time, anxiety surged. What did he think of her advanced years?

“No, after that, I think I’m too old for you. You’re wide awake and if that wet pussy against my leg is any indication, ready for another round. I don’t think I can move at all.”

Her mood lifting again, she squirmed against him, the hair-roughened skin driving her higher. But she wouldn’t come humping a leg.

“I can wait.” She bit her lip. “How long do you think you’ll take?”

His laugh rolled over them both. “I haven’t come more than once in a night in a long time. But something tells me we’re about to set a precedent. Want to help?”

Could he want her to… “What did you have in mind?”

With energy he hadn’t displayed before, he flipped her off him and onto her back. Val rummaged his pack and replaced the batteries in the lantern, renewing the glow inside the tent. “I have an idea. But you have to agree before I tell you what it is.”

“Okay.” She watched his grin appear, warming to the game. “If you’ll agree to one of mine, unexplained.”

“That’s fair.” It wasn’t. But he’d agreed.

“What’s your idea?”

Val lifted one of her hands and rested it over her pussy. “Touch yourself, make yourself come for me.”

She gulped, all confidence in her sexuality fading back. “You want to watch while I…”

“Touch yourself, stroke your sweet pussy, finger bang yourself then let me lick your hand clean.”

Damn
. “Whew. I don’t know, I’ve never masturbated with someone watching.”

“You agreed.” He bent and kissed her, long and slow,
sending warmth flooding through her breasts, her abdomen…her so swollen pussy. “And I’m glad you’ve never.”

Licking her lips, she relished the lingering taste of him and swallowed hard. “I’ll try.”

“I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.”

What was it about this man that could send her flying every time he opened his mouth? She’d had sex before, even Silas wasn’t her first, and they’d had a satisfying life together until his illness robbed him of his ability to perform the past few years.

She hadn’t had sex for over three years…no wonder she was a desperate woman.

She closed her eyes, tight, and reached between her legs. If she didn’t see him, she wouldn’t be so embarrassed. After all, she’d masturbated before.

“Open them.”

Shit.
It was the first time she’d done it while the sexiest man alive watched. While any man watched her touch herself in such an intimate way. “I want you to know I’m here. The whole time. I want to see your orgasm in your eyes.”

Her stomach flipped and a fresh surge of cream wet her fingers, silky and smooth. Michaela
slid the tip of her forefinger through it, shivering at her own touch. Back and forth, to her entrance and up to her clit. She pinched it, sending electricity down her legs and into her abdomen, so much better than when she was alone…thinking of him.

“Now inside. Get those fingers into you.”

One, then two, so wet there was no resistance. Heat gathered between her thighs, her juices dripped between the crack of her ass. Another place she’d never experienced. With this man, there were no limits.

Except possibly time.

He had a home and family, even if he was single. And a job. Three thousand miles away. The thought cooled her a little and her gaze fell away, but he tipped her chin up toward him again.

“Why did you stop?”

She didn’t want to explain and remind him of why he wouldn’t be with her after that night. “Sorry.”

He kissed her
again then leaned away, his gaze heating her skin. “Never sorry, baby. Look what you’ve done.”

Her
gaze dropped to his lap where his cock rose again. A phoenix reborn in the flames of their passion. How long had it been? A half hour, including the chatting time?

“Amazes me too,” he said. “But I still want to see you come before I reward you. You do want me to fuck you, right?”

Damn right she did. Fuck her and then fuck her again. What happened to the reserved, career-focused young man? She’d have traded him for this sex god in a minute. If she’d known enough to do it. Michaela stroked faster, desperate for his cock.

“Want…want me to suck you again?” Bold and to the point. Her mouth watered for it.

“Not a chance. I’m not sure I can pull off three and I’m not going to miss the chance to fuck you tonight. Last time that mistake cost me thirty-five years.” He grinned. “But first, you have to make yourself come.” He clenched his fist and squeezed his swollen cock. “If you want this, baby.

Dear
god.
She stroked faster, clinging to the edges of sanity as her core tightened, cream coated her fingers.

Did he mean he wanted to have more than one night with her? The confused thoughts swirled away as her orgasm
dragged her over into a cliff of darkness and light from which she emerged to find Val inserting one of her fingers past his lips.

“Tastes good on you, too.”
Warm, wet, his mouth closed around the digit and her breath shortened.

“Enough, you promised.”

He chuckled, the vibration traveling up her arm and she yanked her hand free.

“In such a hurry, Mickie.”

“I hardly think we’ve rushed this, Scout.” Grasping his dick, she pulled him closer, desperate. “Please.”

“Okay, baby. My balls are aching so hard for you, they’re about to explode
. No more teasing.”

He slid between her
legs, fitting the head of his cock to her sopping entrance. Broad and long, it slid home in a single push. Then he stopped and she stared at him, overwhelmed and questioning.

“I’ve wanted to be here forever.
” He could hardly get the words out. “Let me savor it.”

“I’ve waited a long time too.” Shivering, she arched her hips toward him in invitation. “Fuck me.”

A shudder ran over him and he smiled. “At your command.” He began to thrust, hard and smooth, deep every time, withdrawing almost all the way then driving deep again, over and over. “So much better than my fantasies.”

And hers. “If I’d known it would be like…like this, I’d have pushed the issue harder so you couldn’t resist me.”

She clung to his shoulders, her taut nipples brushing his chest. With each deep push, she rose higher, rocking with him, bucking her hips to take him all the way inside, her taut nipples scraping against the crisp hair on his chest…driving her mad with desire and need, and her orgasm rose again, her pussy clenching around him. She shrieked her passion into the side of his neck.

He drove in again and held
, then shot hot cum deep into her, warming her from the inside out. Spent, he dropped over her, and rested his weight on his elbows, panting. “You have no idea how hard it was to resist you then. But now you’re absolutely irresistible.” His kiss swept her away from any response and when he fell to the side and pulled her back to spoon against him, despite her desire not to miss a moment of their night together, she fell asleep, pushed by a bone-deep sense of safety and joy.

Birdsong woke him. Twittering overhead, fighting over something. Yawning, Val sat up and stretched. Next to him, Michaela still slumbered, worn out by their long night of lovemaking. At some point, late, they’d both awakened and, without a word exchanged, made love again, moving together in the darkness in a sweet communion he’d never expected to find in life.