Chapter 3: Baby making
Stripping away any last barriers, he stripped the thin fabric of her underwear while folding his lips into a hungry smirk. She lay on the lush, silken sheets, every inch of her glistening with sweat as their heated bodies mirrored each other's desires. With fire in her eyes, Amanda pulled him back towards the inviting expanse of the soft mattress.
As their slippery flesh came together in a passionate fusion of trembling limbs and panting breaths, the last remaining vestiges of propriety and hesitation burned away like early morning fog under a rising sun. Nathan reveled in the firm warmth of Amanda’s welcoming body, each stroke of his sex inside hers drawing a passionate gasp from her hungry lips. He surged deeper, and she felt impossibly full, encouraging him with every little shiver and slick shift of her hips.
As Amanda felt Nathan's huge dick inside her, she paused mid-moan, her breath still for a moment as realization struck. Nathan felt the slight chill that swept between them and brought his movements to a stop, gazing questioningly into her eyes.
"There's something important I have to tell you," Amanda whispered, her fingers tracing patterns over his chest. Taking a deep breath, she revealed her secret: "I still ovulate. And I can still have babies despite being 60 years old."
The look on Nathan's face was indescribable. Shock, awe, and hesitation blended together in his furrowed brow and trembling lips. He remained silent, withdrew slightly, and then thrust forcefully back into her, taking both of their breaths away.
Nathan stared deep into Amanda's eyes, the intensity of her request searing his consciousness. The weight of her declaration settled like an invisible cloak around their intertwined bodies.
"Are you sure about this, Amanda?" Nathan asked, his voice thick and raspy with barely restrained passion. "We're risking so much if anyone ever finds out."
There was no missing the urgency that lingered in every word, nor the visible tremble of restraint hanging on his lips.
Her eyes raked over his naked figure, as if seeking out the right words to share in that dyad, that single echoing universe of their illicit passion.
"I am absolutely sure, Nathan.
I'm not saying this on a whim; we've been longing for each other for a long time now," Amanda panted, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I want to create something real between us when we haven't let ourselves acknowledge it, we have a chance to create something we both desire with our own hands."
Nathan reveled in the curves of her body as she arched up against his hips. Her passionate plea, coupled with her intense stare, erased the last sliver of doubt lingering in his heart.
Nathan leaned down, crushing his lips to hers once more in an all-consuming kiss. Their tongues fenced as their hands roamed, the taste of her submission mingling with the electricity of their connection.
Without breaking eye contact, Nathan drew back, maneuvering them to where he knelt between Amanda's thighs, his hands tight on her hips. Sliding out, he dragged the head of his cock over her folds, gathering her moisture and spreading it over every swollen inch of his hard shaft.
This tantalizing tease stole her breath and ignited the fire within. She raised her hips, pleading unspoken for him to fill her again.
Nathan didn't hesitate. He plunged back in, sheathing himself to the hilt in the haven of her exposed body. Her back arched off the mattress, and the headboard protested with a thud against the wall. The world had shrunk down to a tiny singular point of ecstasy: the point at which their bodies met in a frenzy of connection.
Nathan remaining rooted deep within Amanda, he started to thrust with slow, languid strokes, fully intending to savour the sensation of every inch of her buried on his rigid shaft. Amanda bucked violently beneath him, shamelessly swivelling her hips, driving him closer to the edge of oblivion with every tantalizing twitch. Tendrils of raw, unbridled lust interrupted coherent thought, and Nathan had to remind himself to take it slow; every nerve in his body screamed for release.
Inhaling deeply, Nathan nodded, thrusting back into Amanda with renewed fervor, committing to their twisted fate. Her gasp reverberated between them, each harsh breath a testament to their powerful connection.
Just as their rhythm crested, nearing the final release that would forever link their lives, Nathan’s phone began to ring. This excruciating disruption was enough to rival the crash of a cymbal discordantly breaking through a symphony's climax. Cursing under his breath, Nathan reluctantly lagged behind the undulating waves of their shared ecstasy, catching his breath as the phone continued to shrilly sing its terrible tune in his direction.
Bracing himself on one muscular arm, Nathan leaned down to glance at the unfamiliar phone number displayed on the screen.
Sarah. His wife, their relationship tentatively holding on amidst volatile secrets tearing them apart. Regardless, desire coursed through his veins like liquid fire. Nathan knew in that instant he wouldn't—or couldn't— turn away from Amanda, even if it meant risking everything.
Clenching his jaw in savage need, he slammed back into Amanda, propelling them both into a frenzied pace that shook the bed with each relentless thrust.