Chapter Seven

“Why didn’t we stay on the boat?” she asked looking up at him and quickly added, “I’m just curious. I’m completely happy with the way things worked out. I’m just surprised that you wanted to come back here.”


He looked at her and smiled, eyed her suspiciously and demanded, “Promise not to laugh.” She looked at him perplexed and nodded. “I wanted to live the dream.”

“Dream?”

“The one I’ve had since I first sat in that chair.” He motioned to the recliner in the corner. She raised her eyebrows at him and smiled. “Do you remember wishing me luck and I said all the luck I needed was for you to wear my jersey?” She nodded at him, playing absentmindedly with a short curl at the base of his neck.

“You got a hat trick that night.”

“That was the first night I dreamt of you.”

“Was tonight like the dream?” she asked, hoping she lived up to his expectations.

“In all the ways that matter, even better in others.” He brushed his lips across her neck, remembering the taste of her skin in his dream.

“What was different?”

“You were wearing my jersey,” he saw her eyes widen. “And nothing else.” She reached up, pulled him close and gently kissed his lips.

“That can be arranged,” she whispered.

He laughed and kissed her again. "Too late now,” he said and he pushed himself onto her again, entering her immediately. She gasped and moaned softly raising her hips to meet him as he plunged as deep as he could into her. He loved that he could make her moan that way. He knew she was older than him, but she certainly made him feel like he was doing everything right or at least the way she liked it. Hell, she made him feel like Superman. Her body responded to the slightest touch. He felt her rise against him and push his chest away from her. What, did she want him to stop? She pushed him down on his back. She rolled over on top of him straddling him. She wiggled her hips down onto his cock and now he was the one to let out a moan. She pushed against his chest again leaning back. She tossed her hair back behind her lifting her eyes to the ceiling, arching her back. Her breasts bounced slightly as she impaled herself repeatedly. He fondled them momentarily, but decided he was quite content to watch them dance. He dropped his hands to her hips, across her abdomen and slid his thumb through her bush and rubbed her clit. Her moans increased as he fingered her while she continued to crash down on his throbbing cock. She pushed back on his knees spread them slightly allowing her to lean even further back. He fingered her faster as her hip motions changed from up and down to a circular motion. Her long hair cascaded across his legs. Suddenly, he arched his own hips up as he felt her hand grab his balls. She squeezed gently and then let go and repeated the process. He groaned deep in his throat as he felt his own orgasm begin to shake him. He quickly thumbed her clit willing her to come with him. She cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her. He grabbed her hips and slammed upward as hard as he could. His whole body shook. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her down to him, kissing her hard and slamming his rod into her with his last ounce of strength. His orgasm roared through him as he erupted hot spunk into her like a thunderous wave. He collapsed under her. She clung to him as she recovered from her own climax. Her hair fell all around him like a silky blanket. She whispered his name in his ear. He couldn’t remember ever feeling this way. He was spent yet he felt like he could move a mountain if she asked him to. She kissed his neck and rolled off of him, both of them breathing hard.

“Wow.” He squeaked out. They laughed together. He rolled over and propped his head on his elbow. He brushed a stray hair off her cheek and kissed it gently. “Thank you,” he whispered.

“No, thank you,” she laughed, making her breasts bounce again. That will never get old. He brushed his fingers across her nipple. She quickly grabbed his hand stopping him. “Surely, you’re satisfied by now?” she exclaimed. He laughed at her.

“Completely,” he assured her, kissing her softly.

She rolled over on her side away from him. He snuggled up next to her and wrapped his arm around her waist pulling her close. She closed her eyes and smiled. She rested her hand on his. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She was so happy, so completely content, but something crept into her mind trying to steal her bliss. She took a deep breath.

“Will you stay?” she asked quietly, stroking his strong hands.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered entwining his fingers in hers. She smiled happily to herself and brought his hand up to her chest and held it there until she fell asleep.