Exist by Shadow
AN: Last chapter! I want to thank everyone again for your overwhelming response to my first MA story. You make me feel like a sex goddess!
Chapter 10- Exist
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With the little strength Alex had left after having been pleasured three times, she drew herself up to her elbows. "I wanna ride you." They flipped again, laughing at the absurdity of the wrestling match. She straightened herself up on top of him and began fiercely grinding against him. He met her movements with thrusts, aching to reach the spot that would give her one final orgasm before she was spent.
And true to his intent, Alex started babbling again. "I'm coming. I can feel it. I'm almost there, we're so close. So close. No man has ever given me this much, Bobby. My whole life. I've hit my sexual peak at forty," she smirked, then grimaced as her sex hit another edge and retreated, her body biding its time until that one moment that would send her soaring. "So close," she said again. "I think this time." The feeling ebbed away again, and Alex growled in frustration. She was worrying now that she wouldn't be able to come again.
Bobby must have sensed her trepidation, because he started talking, trying to get her mind off her performance anxiety. "You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, Alex. All these amazing curves." He demonstrated his adoration by running his hands up and down every said curve. Hands roaming up her thighs, to her hips, his touch painfully light, a mere tickle against her skin. He moved to her backside, reverently massaging it, squeezing it, giving it his undivided attention. He moved his hands to the curve of her breasts. "Your face shows your strength and your wisdom shines through your eyes. Your soul reflects out of them, but it's the only way a person could possibly guess that you're forty; your body and face don't show your age. Perfectly taught and strong in all the right places." He absently played with her nipple, rolling it under his thumb.
She could feel it coming now, she was certain. It was like no prelude she'd ever felt, and she wondered how it was different from every other orgasm she'd ever experienced. He was so deep inside her, so deep it was a blissful ache. And when she thought her body could take no more, Bobby's finger was there, crooked, squeezing that spongy spot that he knew would drive her, once and for all, over the edge.
And she came. "Oh, my God, Bobby. I feel like I'm flying. I'm looking down at the Earth and seeing such beautiful things. The colors, there are just streaks of colors everywhere. It's like I've never- OH, GOD!"
She came down from her orgasm slowly, feeling her walls still clenching. Bobby let himself go; allowed himself to feel his own release. He cried out as he came inside her, spilling all over their bodies. He could feel her juices mixing with his at their joining and experienced a high he never knew was possible. He could feel himself go limp, but was unwilling to leave her body, wanting to stay inside her forever.
She was collapsed on him now, too spent to hold her body up any longer. She kissed him, weak from the energy she'd expended, yet never having felt so strong in her life. "Thank you," she murmured into his skin. Over and over, the same two words. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you." Finally getting her wits about her and regaining control over her faculties, she managed to construct whole sentences. "What was that? It's never felt like that before. So deep, I'm so mellow, so drained, so content. I've never had one like it. What was it?"
"A cervical orgasm," he gasped, kissing every bit of her he could reach while still inside her. "Your cervix and," his breathing was ragged, and he spoke between kisses. "And your Gräfenberg spot at the same time."
Doing her best to remember high school biology in her daze, she pointed out, "I didn't think a man could reach the cervix."
"Well, um..." Bobby was reluctant to point out the difference between him and most men.
She quickly filled in the blanks. "Most men aren't hung like a blue whale."
"Actually, the penis of a whale isn't designed for pl-"
She collapsed on him again, this time in laughter. "I can't believe you sometimes, Bobby." He looked abashed, and she quickly elaborated. "It's wonderful." She kissed his nipple. "I love that about you Bobby. I love all of it: everything you are. Because you're beautiful." She kissed him again. "And amazing." Again. "And you're you.
"Bobby, you have to come out now."
Bobby looked at the spot where their bodies joined and realized she couldn't be comfortable on her perch. He gently rolled her over so that they were facing each other on the bed, and felt a loss as he withdrew.
It made them no less close, however. They snuggled up against each other, sated, at peace, and in love. "You gave me a beautiful gift tonight, Bobby."
"And you didn't?" he pointed out. She put a finger to his lips, wanting to finish the sentiment. "That was the most exhilarating thing I've ever felt, and I can never thank you enough for it. A beautiful gift," she reiterated.
They drifted to sleep this way, curled up in each other, limbs tangled, hands still cradling each other's faces.
"What did I ever do to deserve you, Alex?" he mumbled in that last moment before sleep overtook him.
Bobby had thought she was already asleep and was startled to hear her one word, whispered response.
"Exist."
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