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“So there it is, girl
I've said it all now
And here we are, babe
What do you say…?”
Johnny’s eyelids grew heavy as he watched Carmen doze peacefully in his arms. Spooned around her from behind, he fought against sleep, unwilling to miss a single second of their unexpected night together.
He toyed with a tendril of her long raven hair, straightening then letting it spring back into place while his nose remained buried in the glorious curls that spilled onto his pillow. The scent of coconut and vanilla, along with some kind of tropical fruit he didn’t quite recognize, filled his nostrils. Johnny couldn’t put a name to it. He only knew that the fragrance was all Carmen, and she smelled delicious to him.
His hand instinctively went to her breast. The soft weight of it in his palm, the caress of her breath on his skin, filled him with such a sense of serenity that he wasn’t aware he was gently kneading away on her until her nipple grew peaked against his fingers. Comforted as much as aroused by the realization, he allowed his hand to drift to her other breast and continued, hoping it was as soothing to her as she was to him.
A nearly full moon hung low in the pre-dawn sky. It bathed the bedroom in a faint blue light, enough for Johnny to be able to study the lovely figure nestled beside him. He did his best to memorize every detail of her, as if each feature was a landmark on a stolen treasure map, recognizing it would probably not be long before he found himself alone again on the deserted island that was his life.
He tried not to let such intrusive thoughts spoil the moment. There would be plenty of time for them to come to their senses in the morning. Johnny knew he had nothing to offer Carmen, at least not as much as she deserved. She would realize her mistake soon enough. He promised he would accept whatever excuse she made without argument, and let her go as he understood she must, grateful for this single night of passion they’d been given. But for now, he pushed down those fears and let himself appreciate the hours they had left.
Carmen stirred, causing the corner of the blanket that still covered them to fall away. He could see now how his naked male hip, so pale it nearly glowed, contrasted with the honey color of her feminine curves. It made him smile when he spied a tiny, bikini-shaped tan line on her shapely backside. Johnny secretly wished he could see her in it, even though he’d already seen her without. Was it crocheted, he wondered, like the girls used to wear back in the day? He was certain the sight of her wearing something like that would damned near kill him.
Whether it was the thought of her long-legged body strolling toward him in a string bikini or the warmth of her breast in his hand, Johnny realized when he drew her closer that somehow he was hard again.
For a third time? In one night? He didn’t think that was even possible for him anymore.
Hell, his getting it up a second time this evening should have been miracle enough. But there it was, snugged up against the crack of Carmen’s delectable ass. Its flushed, rosy head rested happily on her tailbone, practically winking up at him, just waiting for the chance to be called back into service.
A swell of middle-aged pride filled his sails. He still had it, he grinned.
Though Johnny never meant to goose the sleeping woman, it was too late to do anything about it when he heard her whisper, “Mmm… It feels like somebody is awake.”
Carmen reached back without turning and cupped him where he was soft. Her hand lingered there, gently massaging his jewels before she let her fingers make their way upward along his shaft, as if to double-check for herself what was true.
Heat rose in Johnny’s cheeks. He thought maybe he should offer an apology.
“Sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you.”
“I’m not,” she purred, pressing against him suggestively.
“Oh, yeah?” His eyebrow rose. “You sure about that?”
He worried she might be getting sore. He’d ignored a few twinges himself tonight that reminded him he wasn’t in his forties anymore.
In answer, Carmen brought his willing cock between her legs and rolled her hips to let him feel how ready she was for him. Then she took the last condom from the nightstand and handed it over without a word, putting an end to any doubts he might have had about what she wanted.
“Can we go a little easier this time?” she suggested. “Maybe take it nice and slow?”
It seemed the last thing either of them needed right now was another round of overly vigorous sex. They’d already given so much of themselves. There was nothing left to prove.
“Nice and easy,” Johnny promised as he quickly got the condom situated before his hard-on had second thoughts. “Just what I was thinking.”
Still spooned together, he smoothly entered from behind. The way Carmen cooed when he penetrated her told him exactly what kind of experience she craved.
“C’mere, darlin’,” he crooned against her ear. “You want me to give you a ride in my rocking chair?”
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, arching her back and anchoring one foot behind his bent knees. “Rock me... Rock me, baby. Rock mmm-me…”
This position allowed him to fondle her belly and breasts while they moved together in the brightening darkness. Tenderly, unhurried, breathing as one while their bodies swayed with the rolling motion of every deliberate stroke.
Johnny licked his index and middle fingers, then skimmed them down between her legs. He flicked the raised nub he found there before easing them further back along the supple lips that encircled his thick rod. He rubbed the slick folds in time with his thrusts, intensifying the sensation for them both.
Craning his neck over her shoulder so he could see down the length of her body, he kept her back molded tightly to his chest and bent their bodies slightly forward.
Carmen seemed to understand what he was looking for. She tilted her hips, exposing herself enough so he could watch his every inch disappear into her, then pull out again, glistening in the room’s low light. The heady smell of sex, combined with the sight and sound of that slow, wet slide, made him bite back a hiss of pure lust. She spread her legs more to give him a better view, then answered with a series of subtle circular motions that caused another jolt of pleasure to shoot straight through him.
He was getting close. So close now. She was, too, judging by the sound of her wordless, breathy sighs. Johnny reached to concentrate once again on her engorged little nub, but found Carmen already there, ready to take care of herself. Combining their efforts instead, she rested her hand on the back of his and took control, pressing his fingertips more firmly against her sensitive flesh, and picked up the pace.
She wanted them to come together, he could tell. Even if it took giving him a helping hand to accomplish it. Something about her lack of inhibition in showing him how she wanted to be touched turned Johnny on even more. He surrendered himself to her guidance and tried to hold back his own climax until he felt the tension inside her build, open more, then close tightly around him in a series of shuddering spasms that allowed him to finally let go.
It wasn’t the same as the intense, teeth-grinding orgasms they’d shared before. The ones that left them weak in the legs, unsure if they could leave the bed. No, this time it ended with a quiet flood of pure satisfaction that only quenched their thirst without putting out the fire that began it.
Their comedown was unhurried, full of care. Totally spent, they relaxed back into each other and allowed gentle hands to calm and cherish, and draw out the afterglow til he didn’t want it to end. Johnny knew he was safe with Carmen, already secure enough in her steady, unjudging presence to admit something real.
“I’m glad you stayed.” Johnny’s voice was suddenly rough with emotion. “I’ve been… lonely.”
She nodded against his chest.
“I’ve been lonely, too. But tonight… It felt good to be lonely together. Yes?”
“Yes, it did, sweetheart,” he agreed. “Yes, it did.”
“Wait, that came out wrong.” He watched her brow furrow as she seemed to realize the contradiction in her words. “What I meant to say was, when we’re together like this —”
“We’re not alone anymore,” Johnny finished the thought for her.
Carmen bit her bottom lip shyly, her dark eyes shining up at him in a way that made his heart skip a beat. He almost dared to hope.
“No, we’re not,” she said.
Johnny shook his head along with her, nearly in a state of goddamned wonder, and allowed a truth to grow. “No, we’re not.”
He bent to leave a sweet kiss on her forehead, letting his lips linger. Then Johnny gathered Carmen into his arms, holding her close like the precious gift she was. There they stayed for the rest of the night. His bedroom was usually silent with the sounds of solitude. But it was filled now with the hushed tones of their pillow talk, punctuated by laughter, until words ran dry and they drifted off to sleep.
In the morning, Carmen and Johnny’s eyes opened slowly. They chuckled at themselves upon waking, a bit sheepish to face what they’d done together in the bright light of day. There was a lot left for them to discuss, repercussions to work out, and fears to unpack. Both still had pasts to deal with. But there was no going back now to the way they were.
The choice was theirs to make. Try to build a future together or leave it at this one perfect night? Take a chance or surrender to fear? Happiness always exacted its price. There was no way around that. What were they willing to risk for a destiny they couldn’t even imagine yet?
Only time would tell…
“Oh, we've got tonight
Who needs tomorrow?
Let's make it last
Let's find a way
Turn out the light
Come take my hand now
We've got tonight, babe
Why don't you stay?