Forbidden After Five Years

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You were fif*** years older than me and five years starved.

The separation was already underway when we started talking, but the ring was still on your finger in the early messages. The marriage had gone quiet long before the papers. Five full years without being touched like you were wanted. Somewhere in that long silence something hungry and restless had woken up inside you and refused to go back to sleep. You told me about it in careful pieces. The guilt. The curiosity. The part of you that wanted to be taken in hand instead of always being the strong one.

We talked for weeks.

Late nights. Soft confessions. The slow build of something that felt too intense for two people who were not supposed to be doing this. Every message carried that undercurrent of forbidden fruit. You were still leaving a marriage. I was younger. Nothing about us was simple or clean. That only made the pull stronger.

When you finally stood at my door you looked composed, the way you always did in the outside world. But your eyes gave you away. Nerves. Hunger. The quiet thrill of crossing a line you had spent years pretending did not exist.

I did not grab you.

I stepped in close, cradled your face, and kissed you like we had already broken the rules just by being in the same room. The first kiss was slow and deliberate. Soft pressure. A pause. Then deeper when your mouth opened for me. You made a small, *** sound that told me exactly how long it had been. I kissed you again, unhurried, tasting the guilt and the want mixed together on your tongue. My thumb stroked your cheek while I took my time claiming your mouth.

“You’re shaking,” I whispered against your lips. “It’s alright. You’re allowed to want this.”

I undressed you slowly. Every button undone like it was part of the secret. When the last piece of clothing fell away I let my eyes travel over you without rushing. The body that had been ignored for half a decade. Soft. Warm. Already flushing under my gaze. I told you that you were beautiful and watched the words sink into a place that had been starving for them.

I laid you back and started with my mouth.

Not between your legs. Your throat. The sensitive skin beneath your ear. The line of your collarbone. I kissed across your breasts with aching patience, licking slowly over each nipple until they tightened and your back began to arch. My hand rested low on your stomach, holding you still, denying you the friction you already craved. Every time your hips lifted I pressed them back down and kept kissing you like the rest of your body deserved just as much attention as the part that was dripping.

When I finally settled between your thighs you were soaked.

The first long, slow lick made your whole body jolt. I held your hips firmly and took my time tasting you. You were so wet it felt obscene. I worked you with broad strokes and then focused circles around your clit, never giving you a steady rhythm for long. Every time your breathing turned sharp I eased off, teasing, controlling, reminding you that I decided the pace.

The first orgasm surprised you.

Your thighs clamped around my head and a broken moan spilled out as you came on my tongue. I stayed with you through it, licking softly until the tremors faded, then kissed the inside of your thigh and looked up.

“That’s one,” I said, voice low and warm. “You’re doing so well for me.”

I reached for the toy. Low setting at first. I pressed it against you while my mouth returned to your clit. The combination made your back arch hard off the bed. I watched every flicker across your face, adjusting pressure and s***d, learning what made your eyes go hazy. The second orgasm hit harder. You grabbed the sheets and cried out, rolling your hips against my mouth and the toy at the same time.

I did not stop.

I crawled up and kissed you deeply while the toy stayed between your legs, letting you taste yourself on my tongue. My free hand stroked your hair. My voice stayed close to your lips, soft and filthy at once.

“Breathe. You’re safe. Let it feel as good as it’s been denying you for years.”

The third one came with two fingers inside you and the toy pressed firm. You were drenched, clenching around me, making the softest, neediest sounds. I curled against that sensitive spot and kept the rhythm steady until you broke again, shaking and gasping.

By the fourth you were oversensitive and perfect.

I slowed everything. Soft kisses on your stomach. Gentle strokes of the toy. My mouth returning to your nipples while I told you how beautiful you looked when you finally stopped holding back. When the fourth orgasm rolled through you it was longer, deeper, almost silent at the peak. Tears slipped from the corners of your eyes. I wiped them with my thumb and kissed you again.

“One more,” I murmured. “You’re going to give me one more.”

I used my mouth and the stronger wand for the last one. Deep, steady vibration directly on your clit while I licked and sucked. Your whole body trembled, flushed and open and completely given over. When the fifth orgasm crashed through you it was the strongest yet. Your voice broke. Your legs shook hard. You came with your hands in my hair and my name mixed with soft, broken curses.

I turned the toy off and let you float for a moment, stroking your damp skin, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your swollen lips.

Then I shifted over you.

I settled between your still-trembling thighs and slowly, carefully, began to slide inside.

You were so wet and open from the five orgasms that I sank in with almost no resistance, but I still took my time. Inch by inch. Letting you feel every bit of the stretch after so many years of emptiness. Your eyes fluttered open and locked on mine. The look in them was pure forbidden fruit: guilt and relief and raw need tangled together. I bottomed out and stayed still, buried deep, giving you a moment to adjust to the feeling of finally being filled.

“There,” I whispered against your mouth, affectionate and dominant at once. “That’s it. Taking me so well after all that. You needed this, didn’t you?”

You nodded, already clenching around me, already soft and ruined in the best way. I began to move in slow, deep strokes, kissing you through every one of them, making sure you felt cherished even while I claimed what those five silent years had left aching.

The separation was still real.
The age difference was still real.
The line we had crossed was still real.

But none of it mattered as much as the way you held onto me, spent and open and finally touched the way you had been starving for.

And we both knew this forbidden thing between us was only getting started.

Tags: Age Gap, Mature Submissive, Separation, Forbidden, Sexual Awakening, Oral, Sex Toys, Multiple Orgasms, Slow Penetration, Dominant but Caring, Teasing, Emotional Intensity

[Aussiegalcoug]

This was totally my experience...discovering that I was capable of having multiple orgasms in response to my younger Dom's ministrations after 10 years of skin hunger. It felt incredible to have that desperate drought well and truly broken, with no going back.