and I have talked about this. He told me he wants us together on occasion. He wants you to have the chance to discover all those parts of Millie West that you’ve buried for your whole life, and he wants me to gain a little more confidence with women.”
“With me, Matt?” She turned and kissed his palm. It was rough and callused. A man’s hand, though she thought of him as a boy. A beautiful boy who, with his packmates, worked very hard to take some of the responsibilities of the wolf sanctuary off her shoulders. She raised her chin and smiled at him. “I find that hard to believe. How could sex with a woman like me give you confidence?”
He laughed, but there was a delightfully strained tone to the sound. “You’re kidding, right?” He shook his head and reached for the hem of her shirt. “You’re gorgeous. You’re the most generous lover I’ve ever known, and you never make me feel like I’m totally inept.”
He tugged the shirt over her head and tossed it on the couch. Then he reached for the front hook of her bra, but he kept talking. “It’s like with Daci. I know she loves me, but when I’m with her, I’m with Deacon, too. I love both of them, but sometimes when we’re all tangled up and screwing our brains out, I’m thinking of you, of the night we spent, just the two of us. You made me feel so special, like I could do anything after that night we had together, Millie.”
He separated the clasp and lifted the bra away from her breasts. Slowly, he nudged the straps over her shoulders. A draft of cool air brushed her nipples and they ruched into tight buds. Millie licked her lips to keep from moaning.
And Matt kept talking. “I’d never had any self-confidence with women. Not ever, but you responded to everything I did. You showed me where to touch, how to touch…” He laughed and tossed her bra on the couch beside her shirt. Then he reached for the snap on her jeans.
“That was so amazing. Nothing seemed to shock you, but at the same time, you acted like it was your first time, like I was teaching you, even though I knew it was the other way around. You taught me so much that night, Millie. I’ve thought of you ever since. I know you’re Ric’s and that you love Ric, but I wanted a chance to do this again. To touch you again when it’s just the two of us. Just you and me.”
He tugged her jeans over her hips and her panties went with the soft denim. She was barefoot, and it was so easy to lift one foot and then the other so Matt could help her out of her jeans, but that left her naked while he was still fully dressed.
Why did that make her even hotter? What was it about wearing nothing but the admiring gaze of a gorgeous young man while he stood there in worn jeans and a T-shirt, that turned her on so much? Her vaginal muscles clenched in a slow, heated rhythm and moisture gathered between her legs, all while Matt stared at her like he could eat her for dinner.
All lanky young man that he was, so tall he towered over her, he leaned close and wrapped his perfect lips around her erect nipple. Then he sucked, drawing just that one bit of her inside his mouth. She felt the flat of his tongue pressing her nipple against the roof of his mouth, felt the suction drawing the blood to the tip. All the muscles in her pelvic area clenched in response.
His lips curved up around her breast and he released her nipple and slowly knelt before her. She was trembling, and she didn’t know why, couldn’t remember when she hadn’t trembled, when she hadn’t felt this horrible need for his mouth and tongue between her legs.
As if he read her mind, Matt cupped her bottom in his big hands and pulled her close against his mouth. She spread her legs wider to hold her balance, but when his lips met her labia, when his tongue circled her clit, she cried out and clutched his shoulders.
He licked and sucked, and his tongue speared deep. She wanted more, wanted the full length of that young man’s cock filling her, wanted the heat and the life of him deep inside, but all he did was tease her with his tongue. He nibbled and licked and sucked as if he’d not been with a woman in months. His fingers kneaded her buttocks and his mouth ravaged her sex.
The climax slammed into Millie without a hint of warning.
One moment she was trembling with frustrated desire, the next she was screaming. Her legs buckled. He held her upright, hands clasping her butt, his mouth between her thighs, still licking, still lapping up her cream like a big cat.
Only he wasn’t a cat. He was Matt, and he stood up and swung Millie into his arms and carried her to the small guest room as if she were nothing more than a child. She was glad he hadn’t taken her to the bed she shared with Ric. Glad that he was sensitive enough to her confused sense of loyalty to the man she loved, the one who wanted her to have sex with this boy…no. Matt was most definitely not a boy. Not with a chest like the one he’d just bared. Not with a penis swollen to proportions that rivaled Ric’s.
There was nothing boyish about Matt. Nothing but his smile, and that was so sexy it made her womb clench and her body grow anxious and needy.
He slipped out of his clothing. When he came to her on the bed, she merely lifted her knees, spread her legs and silently invited him in. Instead, Matt sat back on his heels and stared at her. She shivered beneath the intense heat of his gaze. The lips of her sex parted, inviting him in on their own. A cool draft of air tickled her damp vulva, and still he studied her.
Millie plucked at her nipples, silently inviting him. His cock twitched when she touched herself and pre-cum leaked from the tip of his broad glans. He hadn’t said a word since he’d undressed her. Not a single word, and his thoughts were blocked to her.
Somehow the silence, the sense of isolation it created, made the anticipation of this joining even more exciting.
Matt ran a finger from her left knee to her inner thigh and she arched her hips to his touch. He trailed his fingertip higher, across her mons, down the inside of her right thigh. Then he touched her clit, so gently she barely felt the contact before he slipped just his middle finger deep inside her vagina.
Her muscles contracted involuntarily, tightening around his finger with its bony knuckles, holding him. He slipped free, leaned over and kissed her. His lips were soft and full and still slick from her cream.
Curious, she traced his lips with her tongue. For some reason she tasted different on Matt’s mouth than Ric’s. Why? No matter. It was all good.
Matt carefully rolled her over until she lay on her stomach. He palmed her buttocks and she wondered if he would take her there instead. She didn’t care, so long as he filled her somewhere, now. She had no secrets from Matt. There wasn’t a part of her body he’d not tasted or entered or touched during their amazing night together.
He reached down and lifted her hips, raising her up on her knees until her face rested on her folded arms and her butt was in the air. He ran his finger from her clit to her tailbone, and it felt so good she shuddered, on the edge of orgasm again, merely from one stroking finger.
“Millie, I could look at you all day, touch you forever, but I need you now. Is it okay?”
She bit back a giggle. Now he asked? “If you don’t, I’m never speaking to you again.”
He laughed. “I take it that’s an affirmative.”
She wiggled her butt, and for some reason she didn’t feel like a woman in her fifties. No, she felt like a young girl with a very sexy young man, and it was wonderful.
Matt pressed the broad head of his cock against her vaginal opening. Slowly he separated her labia and slipped inside. Her muscles clenched, tightening around his thick shaft, stretching
