The Mammoth Book of Best New Erotica 5 by Maxim Jakubowski

slit.
    “Oh,” Tyler sighed.
    Sam looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed as she moved her hips slowly. Her face looked so lovely. He licked her pussy, inserted his tongue into her, and began to rub his tongue against her. He flicked his tongue in quick movements, and then pressed it hard and rubbed it against her.
    Tyler began to make crying sounds. She reached down and pulled his hair, pulled his lips up to hers. When he kissed her, she grabbed his dick. Tyler guided Sam’s dick to the opening of her pussy. She pulled her knees up to allow him to enter her smoothly. She felt his thick, hard dick sinking into her, filling her, causing shudders of passion to pulse through her body.
    Pumping her, working his dick in her, Sam kissed her neck and throat and around to the soft spot beneath her right ear. Tyler let out deep cries with each pump, her voice husky and sexy as she cried, “Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh! Ohhhhhh!”
    Tyler was near tears as she felt herself shudder in climax. Sam’s balls continued bouncing against her ass. She grabbed his shoulders and felt the tightness of his lean body as he made love with her, as he screwed her, as he fucked her, as he sent her through a second climax, a much deeper one, one that caused her to cry out louder.
    Sam worked his dick feverishly now as he felt his semen spurting into Tyler, losing the years of unfulfilled passion, the years of dreaming of doing this with her.
    “Oh,
darling”
he cried.
    He held her close after, cuddling with her. She snuggled against his chest and felt herself winding down slowly. Later, when she craned up her neck, she saw he was looking at her and kissed him. Their kissing led to a long, slow second lovemaking.
    They took small naps between making love, sleeping wrapped in each other’s arms. After, they fell into a deep sleep, still snuggled together, beneath the sheets.
    Some time before the gray dawn, Tyler woke. Still in Sam’s arms, she blinked away the sleep from her eyes and watched him sleep. He looked so much younger asleep, more like the eighteen-year-old of her memories than the man who’d just loved her all night. His mouth was slightly open and his moustache was messed up, his thick hair disheveled.
    The room was still scented with the faint odor of their steaks. Nuzzling close to him, she smelled the mustiness of their sex, the sweet smell of his semen mixed with the distinctive scent of her juices.
    Tyler remembered how they’d made love the first time, on the banks of the Little Blue, on a bed of cool grass, the green scent of woods around them. It was a freak winter, a Christmas Eve with temperatures in the high sixties. It was their first Christmas together. They were nineteen.
    She felt a sudden sadness because Sam wouldn’t remember their first time, just as he wouldn’t remember this time.
    Tyler put barrettes in her hair, high on the sides of her head. In the early morning light, her hair showed streaks of blond. Sam watched her as they sat eating a late breakfast next to the frosty window in his hotel room,
their
hotel room. He noticed how her hands never seemed to keep still, how they darted around as she spoke and ate and lifted her coffee cup to her pretty lips.
    The room was filled with the smell of fresh muffins and steamy coffee and pancakes. Tyler ate two chocolate chip pancakes, covered with whipped cream. Sam had blueberry pancakes with cane syrup.
    Sam liked the warm look on Tyler’s face that morning, that look of a woman who’s just been loved, that lecherous glint in her eye when their eyes met and she smiled at him. He knew his face must look the same, satisfied and warmed from all the intimacy.
    “Remember the time your gym shorts split?” he asked.
    Tyler covered her mouth and laughed. He’d caught her with a mouthful of pancake. He liked the way she laughed, especially after she swallowed and really laughed, deep and satisfying, no “tee hee” like a shy schoolgirl. She was a shy schoolgirl the