Page 27 of Heavy Petting

Shrugging, I followed her into the bathroom where we brushed our teeth side by side, staring at each other in the mirror before we returned to the bedroom together, walking hand in hand.

“Do you, uh, have protection?” Mabel asked. “I don’t have anything on me.”

Her face colored with embarrassment, which was so cute I couldn’t help but pull her into a hug.

“Don’t worry, I have condoms,” I said.

She looked up at me and I caught her lips in a kiss, pushing my way into her mouth and tangling my tongue with hers. As we kissed, I pulled her shirt up, moving away just enough to get it over her head before kissing her again. My hands went to her waist, pushing down her skirt and underwear, and Mabel did a little shimmy thing that made them fall to the floor. It was sexy as hell.

Her hands came to my shirt, making fast work of unbuttoning it before sliding it off my shoulders. When I felt her fingers at my belt, I stopped her.

“Are you sure, Mabel? We can wait if you want.”

“I don’t want to wait any longer,” she said. “I want you, Joshua. Now.”

She unsnapped my jeans and slid down my zipper, shoving my pants down and then pulling my briefs over my erection. I was already fully erect, and my dick bobbed up, ready to go. I damn near lost it when Mabel wrapped her small hand around my length and began stroking me.

“Let’s get into bed,” I said, walking her backward until her legs made contact with the mattress.

I gave her a little shove and she landed on her back with a bounce. After detouring into the bedside table to dig out a strip of condoms, I followed her down onto the bed. Mabel picked up the condoms and laughed.

“Six condoms? That’s kind of ambitious for people our age.”

“I’m willing to try if you are,” I joked.

We both paused as we heard Esmerelda come into the room. She looked up at the bed, then headed over to the dog bed I’d set up for her in the corner, turning in a circle once before settling in to take a nap.

“Hmm, that’s weird,” Mabel said, staring at her dog.

“What?”

“Esmerelda always got very jealous when my husband touched me. Even if he just kissed me she’d start growling at him, and we had to lock her out of the room if we had sex. But I just realized she doesn’t do any of that when you touch me.”

“She likes me,” I said. “Most dogs do.”

“I guess it’s good you’re a vet then,” she said. “Although I still think it’s weird you don’t have any pets of your own.”

I crawled up over her body, then lowered myself on top of her with a reverse push-up, keeping my weight on my forearms on either side of her head. Lowering my head, I gave Mabel a long, deep kiss.

She moaned, pulling me closer and kissing me back with enthusiasm. When we were both breathless I pulled away, kissing my way over her collarbone and down to her breast. Her breasts were full and teardrop shaped with light pink nipples. I placed small kisses around the areola before moving in to take her nipple into my mouth. Mabel groaned in pleasure.

I shifted so one leg was between hers, my weight balanced on my other leg. She widened her legs, giving me space, and I slid my hand down to her apex, sliding the pads of my fingers along the labia while I continued teasing her breast with my mouth.

When I slipped my fingers into her channel, Mabel cried out my name, her fingers tunneling into my hair to keep me close. I started moving up and down her channel steadily, never losing my grip on her nipple, and when she was stirring restlessly beneath me I brought my fingers to her clitoris.

“Oh.”

That’s all she said, but it was all I needed to know that I was on the right track. I stopped briefly to move over to her other breast, then started teasing her clitoris in earnest, pushing and circling and pressing it against the bone beneath until she came with a keening cry of pleasure.

My cock was so hard I could feel my heartbeat down there. I couldn’t wait any longer. I surged up to my knees, finding the strip of condoms and extracting one to roll up my length. I moved on top of her, notching my cock at her entrance, and waited until Mabel opened her eyes and met my gaze.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

“Yes, I want you inside me.”

The words were scarcely out of her mouth when I was sliding inside her with one long push. I stopped when our hips met, giving her time to adjust, my weight balanced on my forearms on either side of her.

“So full,” she murmured, exhaling hard to relax her muscles.