Incredible Us

by Deanndra Hall

  Hot damn. She talks dirty too. How’d I get this lucky? I position the head of my cock at her entrance and rub it up and down in her juices to lubricate it. And she’s wet – so wet I’m pretty sure there’s a puddle underneath her. Then I slide into her in one firm stroke as I hiss out, “God, Olivia, I love you.”

  There’s a shriek of, “Oh, god! Oh, god! Damn!” Almost on cue, her legs come up with her knees against her chest and she begs me, “Deeper, baby, deeper. All the way. Please? Deeper, please? Oh, god, fuck me, Dave.”

  Christ, she’s tight. I’m struggling to maintain my control, but as I watch her, I’m completely caught up in the expression on her face, the way her body’s moving, the words that her lips are forming even though no sound comes out. I rise up enough to put my hands on her chest and let them trail down to her tits, and I pull and twist to listen to her cry out. Her hands return the favor, fingers trailing up and through the hair on my chest to find my nipples and tweak them, and I feel almost weak.

  In a few minutes, I move to kneeling and lift her until she’s sitting on my cock, and it’s forced even farther into her pussy, making her practically scream. “Ride me, baby. Come on. Show me how much you love it.” Hands gripping my shoulders, she puts her feet flat on the bed and starts to lift and drop on my hardness. While she does, she tosses her head and her hair flows back and down over her shoulders. I moan out, “Oh, god, angel, fuck me. Yeah, that’s it.” My hands encircle her tiny waist as I help her rise and fall, and I swear she gets tighter by the minute. “You’re a goddess, baby. Your body is pure sex. I want to fuck you until we can’t move.”

  “Look. Look at where we’re joined, Dave. Look. It’s beautiful, huh?”

  I stare downward at the point where my dick disappears into her tight sheath and smile. “It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve seen except for you.”

  And then she kisses me. She’s still moving on me, and the kiss is powerful, long and hot and ball-hardening. I manage to groan out around her lips, “Oh, god, I can’t hold back anymore. I’m gonna come, baby. Are you ready to come with me?”

  “I will be.” She takes a hand from my shoulder and reaches down between us to stroke her clit, and it’s a sight that drives me wild. God, sexy, sexy, sexy, this girl is beyond sexy and all mine. I harden to the screaming point and she grinds down onto me as she cries out, “Oh, god, Dave, I’m coming, baby, I’m coming, oh, damn, damn, damn, DAMN!” Her body convulses against me as I pour into her, all salt and heat and wetness shot into her precious warmth, that instrument of pleasure that she’s shared with me so freely.

  I’ve never felt like this, so overwhelmed with love and passion for a woman, and I’ve had my share, but none have ever had this effect on me. I hold her against me, kneeling there in my bed, and whisper into her forehead, “You’re mine forever. I love you, Olivia.”

  “I love you too, Dave. I’ve never had a man make love to me this way before.”

  “Aw, babe, we’re just getting started.” I manage to drop both of us back down onto the bed, and I pull her close and hold her against me just to feel her heart beat. I’d love to freeze this moment and come back to it over and over. I feel her twist and reach out. “What are you doing?”

  “This.” I look to see her phone in her hand and, before I can stop her, she holds it up over us and clicks a picture.

  “God, Olivia, really?”

  “Yeah. I mean, you’re not mad, are you?”

  I chuckle. “No, I guess not. I just haven’t ever had a woman take a picture of me holding her after I’ve fucked her.”

  She draws back just a little. “Was any of that lovemaking? At all?”

  “You’re so cute.”

  “Answer my question, Dave Adams.”

  A chuckle rumbles out of my throat. “Yes. It all was. I just say fuck because it sounds sexier.”

  She tips her head back and laughs, and I love that sound. “I guess it is! Look.” She turns the phone around and shows me the picture.

  And there we are – sated and happy and in each other’s arms. Well, arm. She’s got one up in the air, taking the picture. But whatever. The intent comes through loud and clear. It’s two people in love, and I’m one of them. An old man and a young woman.

  And oddly enough, in that picture, we look like we belong together.

  “Hi, angel. Sleep well?”

  “Yeah. What time is it?”

  “It’s about nine.”

  “Really? Huh.” Eyes rubbed in early morning fashion, she asks me, “How many times did you come last night?”

  “I lost count. I’d wager you did too.”

  “Yes I did. Damn, that was good and I’m sore.”

  My cheeks pink, I say, “Yeah, I have to admit, I am a little too.”

  “What? ‘Mr. I-Have-Twenty-Subs-At-My-Disposal’ is a little sore from some sex with a barely-legal girl?”

  Rolling her, I tickle her for a second and look into her face. “First, you’re a grown woman. You’ve been legal for quite a while. And second, I haven’t had twenty at my disposal. Eighteen maybe, but not twenty.” She smacks me with a pillow and laughs. “Besides, you’re better than seventeen of those.”

  “Oh, is that right?” Now she’s laughing and tickling me. “I’m better than ALL of them,” she announces.

  “Know what?” I tap the end of her nose. “You are. Better than any and all of them. Seriously. I didn’t know what to expect last night, but that wasn’t it.”

  “Then what were you expecting?”

  I shrug. “I don’t know, but not that. I guess I thought you’d be a bit more, um, virginal maybe?”

  That really gets a laugh out of her. “I know I’ve been hurt and abused, but I had several boyfriends in college and lots of sex. I’m not inexperienced, just out of practice.”

  “We’ll fix that.” I kiss her again, and she slides down my body like a penguin on ice. “Damn, girl, what are you doing?”

  “I’m gonna suck your cock.”

  “Right now?”

  “Morning wood?”

  I grin. “Well, yeah, but I didn’t expect you to . . .”

  “See? I’m constantly exceeding your expectations!” She disappears down the length of my body and in just a few seconds, the heat and wetness of her mouth draws my shaft in and I’m ready to beg her to stop. She slides up and down it with ease, then moves downward slowly and lets the head press down into her throat. I almost come unglued. She doesn’t say anything, just keeps working slowly and deliberately until she’s got me wriggling and cussing. There’s some hand action added to the job, and in a few minutes I yell out, “Fuck yeah!” and fill her throat.

  She licks my cum off her hands, then smiles up at me. “Yummy!” That makes me laugh again. “What? You don’t believe me? Here – you’ll see.”

  Sliding back up the bed, she kisses me with wide open lips, and I can taste myself on her lips and in her mouth. “Wow. I do taste good – if you like the taste of cum. And I don’t especially.” Giggling as she goes, she heads to the bathroom, and I hear her morning wee hitting the surface of the water in the toilet bowl. When she comes back out, she poses in the bathroom doorway and looks at me on the bed.

  “You are without a doubt the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life.”

  “I do okay for an old guy.”

  Kneeling on the bed, she leans down into my face. “You are the sexiest man I’ve ever seen in my life,” she says again. “It has nothing to do with your age. Look at that body. You’re muscled up just right in all the right places. No love handles, no beer belly. Nice, nice, nice, and that cock of yours? Oh my goodness, Mr. Adams. It’s quite the instrument of pleasure.”

  Propping myself up on one elbow, I grin at her. “You are a true gift, you know that? I feel like the luckiest bastard in the whole world.”

  She snuggles up against me. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah. You make me the luckiest man alive because I get to wake up here with you.” Halting my next word, my pho
ne rings – Clint’s ringtone. I reach for it and growl into it, “Hello?”

  “Hello! Is this Dave I-Got-Lucky-Last-Night Adams?”

  “Why, yes it is, nosy Nellie. What’s up with you?”

  “Get your cock outta that girl and listen up. We’re meeting with the chief detective on the case at two o’clock. I’ll let you know how it goes immediately afterward. Sound okay?”

  “Yeah, sounds great. And listen, son, you and Steffen, you be careful, you hear me?”

  “Will do. Thanks, Dad. And congratulations.”

  “Wait. How do you know about this?”

  “I think it was that sweet post-coital pic Trish got this morning.”

  “Oh my god.” Olivia is giggling against me, and I look down at her. “You didn’t.” She nods.

  Clint laughs, and I can tell he’s not laughing with me; he’s laughing at me. “Yep. She did. Very nice. You should have that framed, use it for the family Christmas cards. All that stuff.”

  “Smart ass. Talk to you in a bit.”

  “You know it. Bye, Dad.”

  I stare down at Olivia. “You sent Trish that picture? Of us post-fuck?”

  “Yeah! I was proud of it.”

  I just shake my head and grin. Ah, the age of technology. Sharing the fact you’ve just fucked your woman, and doing so at the speed of light. How nice.

  Actually, I’m kinda proud too.

  I hear the door open and I know who it is. It’s about four o’clock and I call out, “Guys?”

  “Yeah!” Just as I thought – Steffen and Clint.

  “Be out in a minute.” Olivia’s asleep, but I wake her. “Hey, baby, Clint and Steffen are here. You need to come out here and talk to them.”

  “Yeah, okay. I’m gonna brush my teeth and hair and I’ll be right out.” She retreats to the bathroom across the hall. I brush my teeth and hair and head out into the living room.

  Steffen’s shaking his head. “Wow! Late night or late morning?”

  I grin. “Yeah.” That makes Clint moan. “So what did you find out?”

  “I’m as sure as I’m sitting here that the guy heading up the team is straight as an arrow. He said he didn’t care if he never met Olivia, as long as he had a statement and she was willing to testify. That makes me feel pretty confident,” Clint says.

  Steffen throws in, “Plus I’m a pretty good judge of character, and I didn’t detect anything fake about him. He seems very, very set on bringing these guys down.”

  “Did you give him Falco’s name?”

  Clint shakes his head. “Didn’t have to. When I told him about the encounter at the mall, he said, ‘Big guy. Dark hair. Mark Falco,’ so apparently he’s the one they’re watching. He was very forthcoming with information. At one point, he called the chief and told him that they have someone reliable as a witness. I was impressed. The chief even talked to me on the phone. He didn’t try to get me to give him Olivia’s name or anything, just told me he was grateful that someone seemed to want to stop this, and if she’s willing to testify, he’ll do everything he can to make it comfortable and easy for her.”

  About that time Olivia joins us. “Hey, guys. What’s going on?”

  They tell her everything they just told me. Clint finishes with, “And I think we need to set something up to let you talk to him.”

  “Okay. I’ll do whatever I need to do. Just let me know.” I’m a little shocked at her willingness, but I try not to show it. I’m glad she feels safe enough with all of us to even try this.

  “Good deal. He also suggested that we use you as bait to try to force their hand.”

  That’s when I interrupt. “Absolutely not. They’ll have to catch them some other way. She’s not being put in that position.”

  “But honey, wait. If they need me to . . .”

  I shake my head – hard. “No! And I mean that. No discussion. It’s not going to happen, you hear me? I won’t have it.”

  “Dad, you know we’d be . . .”

  “I said no. End of discussion. Pick another way, because that one’s not happening.”

  Steffen pipes up. “Okay. Well, we’re still going with the meeting in the disguise, all of that. Will you agree to that?”

  Clint interjects toward me, “Yeah, but you can’t be there. Remember? We discussed that.”

  “Yes. I don’t like it, but yes, I think that could happen. But there’d have to be plenty of safeguards in place.”

  Steffen nods. “We’ll have it well covered. I’m thinking I’ll enlist the help of some of the Doms at the club. Gary, Bruce, some of the other guys. I think they’d help if they knew what was going on.”

  “I’m sure they would.” My hand finds Olivia’s. “I just don’t want anything to happen to her. At all.”

  “Neither do we.” Clint reaches over and slaps my knee. “None of us want anything to happen to you, Olivia. We’re watching out for you. Always.”

  “I know. Thanks.” Her face is flushed and she’s staring at her lap. I know this is overwhelming for her, and I hate that. “So when?”

  “Early next week. That be okay?”

  “Sure. I’ll do whatever I need to.”

  Once they’re out the door, I sit back down beside her. She’s looking a little flushed and shaky. “Baby, if this gets to be too much for you, all you have to do is say so. We’ll all understand.”

  “I’ve got to stop them. For my friends.”

  I’m so proud of her. I hope when the time comes she knows that.

  “Hey! Wake up!” The sun breaks through the window as I pull open the drapes, and she squints against the light.

  “What? What’s going on?”

  “Come on! We’re getting some breakfast and doing something fun. And I’ve got just the thing.”

  Making her get going is harder than I thought, but she’s pretty perky and chipper by the time we get to the pancake place. She orders the biggest mess of pancakes I’ve ever seen – chocolate chip, raspberry, and pumpkin. What a weird combination, but she seems to love them. As we head out again, she stares over at me. “Where are we going?”

  “You’ll see.” I just keep driving. We talk about little things, things we’ve seen on TV, stuff around the house that probably needs to be done, and places we’d like to go in the next few weeks. I finally turn down a little gravel road and drive as far as I can, then park. “Come on. Get out.”

  “Where are we?”

  “You’ll see.”

  “You said that before.”

  “And I meant it. Come on. It’s not far.” I take her hand and we walk along the quiet trail, listening to the birds and crickets. I can see the water through the trees, but I don’t think she’s put it together yet. When we round the bend, she sees everything and gasps.

  “Oh my god. It’s like a fairyland.”

  Sitting there at the edge of the water, there’s a cabin, small but pristine, with two rocking chairs on the porch. “What is this place?”

  “It was my grandfather’s fishing cabin. When he died, he willed it to me. For a lot of years, I just let it fall down, but about a year ago I got interested in it and started working on it. I think I’ve made a lot of progress.” We step up onto the low porch and I open the door. “After you.”

  It’s lovely. The rough-hewn logs just bring out the natural beauty of the old handmade quilt, and the cabinets have red speckleware stored in plain view. A stone fireplace dominates the other end of the room, and anyone who’s in the cabin could enjoy a fire in it, even from the bed. She looks around. “Bathroom?”

  “Um, outhouse.”

  She sets her jaw and slams her hands onto her hips. “You’re kidding, right?”

  “Nope.”

  “Snakes?”

  “I guess they might be in there, but probably not.”

  “Nice. Where is it?”

  “Right out the back door.” I point and she leaves, then comes back in a few minutes.

  “Hey, that’s cool! That water thingy in there ma
de water to wash my hands and flush the toilet. I like that.”

  “Thanks! I invented it more or less.”

  “Well, it’s brilliant, more or less.” That gets a grin out of me.

  We spend the afternoon sitting on the porch, rocking in the rocking chairs; well, most of the afternoon. At one point we wind up inside in the bed, and we fuck each other to the moon and back before we dress and go back out to rock. As we sit there, she asks quietly, “So, do you think you’d ever want to get married?”

  I don’t look at her, but I answer, “I didn’t think I’d ever want to again, but I’ve been thinking about it lately. It sounds like a lovely proposition in some ways. Let’s just get this thing with the police behind us and see where everything stands, okay?”

  “Okay.” She stops, then asks, “How many times have you been in love?”

  I look out over the water. “Oh, twice. I still love Marta, but it’s like a friendship kind of love. And then there’s you.” Turning toward her, I smile. “I love you, Olivia. I know I say it, but I hope I show it.”

  “You’ve more than shown it. I hope you can tell how much I love you too.” She gets quiet for a minute, then says, “I think I want to go back to work. Not just yet, but sometime soon.”

  “Doing what?”

  “I don’t know. But something. I feel like I need to contribute to the household.”

  “You don’t have to,” I tell her quietly.

  “I know, but I want to. I do. And without kids, I need something to keep me busy. Of course, then the problem is that you’re working at night and I’m working during the day and we never see each other. So I don’t want that. But I would like to buy a car, get my license back, all of that stuff.”

  “You can do that without going to work. I have a good pension and my share of the club’s profits.”

  “I know, but I feel like I should work for some of what I have, if not most.”

  I shake my head. “Well, okay. But I really don’t think you should.”

  “When the time comes, we’ll figure it out.” Damn, that sounds like something I’d say, I mumble in my mind.

  The sky is still plenty light, but I don’t want to get caught out here in the dark. “Let’s go, okay? We can stop somewhere on the way back and get something to eat.”