Page 29 of Lulu’s Recipe for Cajun Sass

He must have liked her saucy reply because his penis gave a little jerk.

“Now?” she asked tentatively.

He reached a hand down, parting her pubic hairs with his fingertips, testing her moisture. “You might be almost ready,” he concluded.

“Almost?” she choked out.

He smiled and used one finger only to find a certain spot in her lady parts, which he flicked several times before asking, “How does that feel?”

“Like there are a million butterflies down there wanting to escape.”

He nodded as if satisfied with her answer and picked up the contraceptive tin, flicking it open with a thumb. With an ease that bespoke expertise, he rolled it on, raised himself slightly, and took himself in hand, easing his shaft inside her. Slowly. Inch by inch.

He blew out a ragged breath. “Oh, Louise! You feel like warm honey melting around me.”

Louise was the one who worried that her eyes might be rolling back in her head then. Justin’s entry and his words caused her to welcome him with the reflexive clasping and unclasping of her inner muscles until he was in her to the hilt. “You feel like silky marble. Holy crawfish! You… fill…me. So good!”

He rested his forehead against hers, panting, before he took her hands, encouraging her to caress his body. Then he raised himself on straightened arms and began the long strokes that her body had been missing for years, without her realizing what she’d been yearning for. The whole time, his eyes held hers.

It was true what they said about bicycles…and sex. Once you learned how, you never forgot. With that realization in mind, Louise entered into the “ride” with an enthusiasm that clearly surprised, but pleased Justin.

She rubbed her breasts against his chest hairs and purred at the delicious sensation.

As Justin watched her, his nostrils flared and he seemed to grit his teeth to control his reaction. How like a man, needing to hold the reins.

She couldn’t allow that. So, she deliberately clenched her inner muscles.

“Oh, my God!” he murmured and stopped moving on his inward thrust, causing his pubic bone to press against her pubic bone, and remained unmoving.

Huh! He can’t stop now. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles, and shimmied her body from left to right several times. She wasn’t sure about him, but she about passed out at the extreme pleasure.

He made a sound that was a cross between a chortle and a choke. But he didn’t move. Darn him!

He thinks I’m funny, does he? She bit his shoulder and soothed it with several licks of her tongue.

He laughed and said, “Okay, honey, you win. Hold on tight.”

It was a wild ride then, but she did indeed hold on. And when she climaxed this time, he followed soon after with a roar of “Yeeeessss!”

At first he collapsed on top of her, the sound of his harsh breathing loud in her ear. But then he removed the condom and dropped it into a wastebasket by the bed, wiping himself with a tissue from the box on the bedside table. After that, he rolled over onto his side, tucking her under his arm with her face on his chest. The bed was too narrow for the two of them to lie side by side.

He kissed the top of her head and said, “You are amazing.”

She kissed one of his flat male nipples and said, “You didn’t do so bad yourself.”

“I can’t believe I lucked out like this,” he told her. “When I came here tonight, the most I hoped for was a few kisses or maybe some making out.”

“But you came prepared,” she pointed out.

He shrugged. “As a doctor, I see way too many unwanted pregnancies. So, I’m always prepared.”

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she said then. “But, Justin, you can’t stay the night.” It wasn’t just that she had a child, but his vehicle parked in the driveway would be like a neon sign announcing her promiscuity to any passersby.

“No problem,” he agreed, understanding without her going into detail.

She relieved herself and washed her hands, noting in the mirror over the sink that her face was flushed and her hair, which had long escaped from its rubber band, was wild and bed-mussed.

What am I doing? she asked herself from the more sensible side of her brain.