When he got his head between my legs and began feasting on me, I couldn't hold back, I threw back my head and squealed, seeing stars dancing before my eyes for the first time in my life, as I reached the peak and climaxed.
The heat in his eyes felt scorching as he rolled the condom down over his pulsating shaft, eyeing my quivering pussy. "I can't wait to get inside you," he whispered as he slid his cockhead over my slit, making me tremble.
Now that I'd turned forty and my husband had left me for an eighteen-year-old bimbo, I thought I'd never enjoy myself like this again. Yet here I was, legs spread, heart pounding, every inch of me quivering as he slowly sank his way inside me, whispering, "God you feel good, Bella."
"And you feel incredible," I whispered back, loving the feeling of being stretched to the max as he began to ride me, harder and faster with each stroke, till we came together in a blinding rush, clinging to each other as we fought to breathe.
Assuming he'd dress and leave as soon as he was done, since I wasn't sure how this type of thing worked, I was thrilled when he pulled me into his arms and held me, sliding his hands through my long red hair, dusting feathery kisses all over my face as we gradually came down from the high of the best orgasm ever.
Surprised when he started chuckling, I asked, "What's so funny?"
He just shook his head and looked into my eyes. "I don't know what it is about you, maybe it's kismet, but I've just never experienced anything like that before."
When I opened my eyes in the morning, I was surprised that he'd left the money on the bedside table, until I read his note. "Thanks for a wonderful night, my little Valentine. I'd really love to see you again. XOX Nicky." I smiled and hugged the pillow, feeling giddy as I realized that I'd just had the best Valentine's Day ever with a man I barely knew, but really hoped I'd get to know better.
