I sense you startle awake, but I'm slower to open my eyes.
"What the hell is that?" you whisper.
I listen to the eerie screams coming from the woods near my house. "Foxes," I say.
In the darkness of my bedroom, you turn to face me. "Jesus! Why are they carrying on like that?"
"It's their mating season." As I speak, I think about how late it's gotten. You should be leaving, but the bed is so warm, and you are even warmer. I can't resist snuggling up against you.
You drape an arm around me. "They sound like they're possessed."
"Are you scared?" I tease.
"Fucking terrified," you respond through low laughter.
For weeks now, you've been driving out to my place almost every night. Yet I'm still astonished to be forty-two years old and fucking a man ten years my junior. I've never been attracted to someone younger before, but your easygoing nature, along with your eagerness to please while having nothing to prove, made me want you from the start.
Plus, you are amazing in bed.
It's unsettling to think about my growing fondness for you, so I pivot from the realization. "You know," I say in a quiet voice, "foxes are mostly solitary creatures. They need a lot of alone time, like some people."
"Ouch!" Though it's too dark for me to see your features clearly, I know you're grinning. "Is that your not-so-subtle way of kicking me out of your bed?"
I know I should boot you out of my bed and right out the door. I've been firm since you and I started seeing each other: you don't spend the night.
But I now feel my resolve weakening.
"Not just yet." I slide my palm over your chest and then down your belly, inching lower. You let out a sigh when I circle my fingers around your flaccid cock. Not even the continual screams emerging from the woods can distract you now, for your sole focus is on my touch.
It doesn't take you long to respond, but then, I knew it wouldn't. Your breathing quickens as I stroke you, my hand moving beneath the covers. I love touching you like this. Simply feeling you harden in my grasp makes me wet.
Just when I think you might do nothing more than lie there and let me get you off with my hand, you reach for me. In seconds, your body is a weight upon mine. When our mouths meet, I offer myself to you entirely: my parted lips, my open thighs, my needy cunt.
You take hold of your cock, its tip poised at my entrance. We both moan as you slide deep inside me. I try to wrap my arms around you, but you're quick to pin my wrists against the bed. I have a tendency to scratch when excited, and while it's something you enjoy, your back is still raw from earlier in the evening.