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“Wow.”
 
His smile broadcast that he’d enjoyed himself, too.
 
She chuckled at his simplistic response.

“I agree.
 
That felt amazing, even though it was over way too fast.”

He stood and unzipped his trousers.

“Over?
 
Annie, honey, I’m just getting started.”

He broke their visual connection to shuck the rest of his clothes.

“Promise?”
 
She watched his rapid striptease.

“
Ab
-so-
lutely
.”
 
Although he wouldn’t have thought less of her for taking a lover since Jack’s death, the speed of her release made him suspect she hadn’t.
 
Selfishness made him damned glad.
 
Ego made him proud.

When he was finally naked, she reached out to touch his straining arousal, but he grasped her hands and pulled her to her feet.

“First things first.
 
Let’s get you naked.
 
I don’t want anything in our way.”
 
He slowly peeled away the rest of her clothes, the leisurely pace he took almost driving him out of his mind.
 
But he wanted to give her a bit of time to recover, wanted her with him when he climaxed inside her.

She was beautiful.
 
Ivory-skinned, silky soft and smiling in a way that turned this athletic department hard-ass into a pile of jelly.

He swiped back the covers and pulled her onto the bed to lie next to him.
 
“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”
 
She shivered as his fingers brushed over the hair at her mound.
 
Near insane with desire, he covered her mouth with his and palmed her breast.
 
Obviously, her breasts were incredibly sensitive and she squirmed when he lightly pinched her nipple.
 
Her hands moved to explore the expanse of his chest.
 
Having her soft fingers on him felt mind-blowing.
 
Oh, he’d had his share of bed partners over the years.
   
What healthy single man his age hadn’t?
 
But no woman had made him want to howl at the moon by simply ruffling the hair on his chest.

As he massaged her other breast, her hand glided down his abdomen, blazing a trail of fire along the way.
 
When her delicate fingers encircled his aching penis, a torrent of joy and pleasure flooded both his body and his soul.
 
The unprecedented phenomenon brought him swiftly,
and
embarrassingly,
close to climax.
 
You’d think he was an untried teen rather than a fifty-five year old man.
 
Well, it couldn’t be helped.
 
He promised himself next time he’d linger over her like a snifter of fine brandy.

Determined to take her with him, he poured himself into their kiss.
 
Al rolled Annie onto her back and positioned himself between her thighs.
 
He was millimeters away from pressing inside her when long-standing habit broke through the storm cloud of his arousal.

Protection
.
 
How could he have forgotten?
 
Annie was probably still young enough to get pregnant.
 
Although they
were
getting married, he wouldn’t make the decision to not use protection without serious discussion.
 
But he was so close, and being with her felt so right it took every bit of willpower he had to pull back.
 
His chest heaved as he choked out the word.

“Condom.”

“There’s no need.”

Thank you, God
.
 
He’d ask her why later, but for now he really didn’t give a shit about explanations.
 
He thrust and echoed her moan of pleasure.
 
Then he leaned down to take her mouth, holding back much of his weight with his forearms.
 
Her hands trailed along his flanks, sometimes scoring lightly with her short nails and sometimes gripping with the fleshy tips of her fingers.

He exhaled, shuddering.
 
She sheathed him so damned tightly.
 
He couldn’t remember anything ever feeling this good.
 
He felt the rush of oncoming orgasm approaching.
 
It felt so damned fantastic, he surrendered to it.
 
Al raised his face to the ceiling.
 
He straightened his arms.
 
One, two more thrusts.
 
Tight.
 
Hell.
 
Yes.
 
He froze, roaring in ecstasy.
 
Annie’s cries of pleasure joined his as he came inside her.
 
Then he leaned over to plunder her mouth, as his release went on and on.

Later, he flipped onto the mattress and scooped her up into his arms.
 
How stupid can a man be?
 
What kind of lame-brain didn’t know he was in love?
 
Because he’d been in love with Annie for years.
 

Annie had the best night’s sleep she’d had in months, and it had everything to do with being wrapped in Al’s arms.
 
Well, three orgasms hadn’t hurt, either.
 
She’d been downright shameless, and it had felt wonderful.
 
She’d never slept naked all night, let alone been so sexually aggressive.
 
I guess that impetuous streak isn’t over yet
.

Tilting her chin up to study his face.
 
The crease between his brows was less evident, and his lips appeared fuller.
 
She’d never seen him looking so relaxed.
 
She was as good for him as he was for her.
 
Intending to start coffee, she pushed herself up to lightly kiss his brow, but when she tried to get out of the bed, strong arms pulled her back against his chest.

Mmmm
.
 
His hands massaged her breasts as she wiggled her backside against his groin.
 
His penis reacted as she’d hoped.

 
“Good God, woman, you make me feel like I’m nineteen again.”
 
Still palming both breasts, he kissed her bare shoulder.

“That’s a good thing, isn’t it?”
 
She tilted her head in a silent invitation to worship her neck with his tongue and lips.

“You bet,” he said between kisses.
 
“As long as you’re satisfied with me being an old man on the outside.”

She giggled and further teased his erection with her backside.

“After last night, I can safely say I’m one hundred percent satisfied.”
 
He hugged her tighter; his steady heartbeat comforting.
 
She had never felt as cherished as in Al’s strong arms.
 
Annie snuggled in, no longer concerned about starting breakfast.
 
This was all she needed.

“Glad to hear it, because you’re stuck with this old man.”

Annie closed her eyes, content to never move again.
 
“I think I can handle that...for the next fifty years or so.”

THE END

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