Again, Xico shook me awake. I blinked the sleep out of my eyes and sat up. It was still dark out and Xico was holding a candle in one hand and a blanket around her body in the other.

Sluggishly, a bit confused, I asked, “What’s up?”

Then, Xico dropped her blanket. For just a second, I didn’t understand what was happening, but then, when Xico put the candle on my bedside table, I started to understand. When she leaned over and kissed me, hard, I got it.

Her tongue found its way inside my mouth and she pulled away, her chest rising and falling with her breathing. For just a second, I took in her body.

In the dim candlelight, she cut a stunning silhouette.

“Are you just going to look?” she asked, quietly.

She grabbed one of my arms and pressed it to her breast. I grabbed her and pulled her closer, on top of me. We kissed, and I felt her nails dig into my back over my shirt. I pulled away from her and tore off my shirt, flinging it into the dark recesses of my room.

Xico started to undo my pants and pulled them off of me before I could say anything. I grabbed her by the arms and pulled her in for another kiss. She tossed my clothes into the room somewhere and climbed back on top of me.

My hands ran across her skin, which was cool from the night air. I could feel goosebumps on her skin.

“Are you cold?” I asked. She nodded. I pulled her in a bit tighter and draped the blanket over her.

I felt her body’s heat as it pressed against mine. I began to kiss her neck, delighting in the small moans she let out. I moved downward, eventually reaching her breasts. I felt her twitch with pleasure as I began to suck on her nipples.

Xico grabbed one of my hands and guided it to her clit. I began to rub in slow, circular motions, and her moaning got louder.

Her grip on me tightened and I felt her back arch as she came. I heard her gasp and her entire body shook, but I kept going. Xico stifled a scream and grabbed my head by my hair, pulling and twirling it around in her hands.

Her body, starting with her thighs, began to shake, and she pressed her lips to my head, taking sharp, deep breaths.

She moaned one last time and collapsed onto me, out of breath. I kissed her neck and she breathed a sigh of relief. With one of her hands, she grabbed mine by the fingers and slid it inside of her, letting a sharp gasp as two of my fingers entered her. I started to move my fingers, slow at first, and she kissed me again.

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She smelled faintly of cinnamon and the myriad other spices she kept in her kitchen.

“You’re beautiful,” I whispered.

Xico blushed and kissed me again before I could give any more compliments. She grabbed my dick with her other hand and began to massage it.

“You’re good at this,” she whispered, squeezing my wrist with her thighs. “Got a lot of practice on the road?”

“Here and there,” I muttered, “when I could find a friendly bed.”

“You always seemed like a rake,” Xico said, sarcastically, pressing her body against mine as I moved my fingers inside of her.

“But no bed I found has been as soft, or sweet, as one shared with you,” I muttered.

Xico blushed and kissed me.

“Shut up,” she said. “We’re both too old for romance.”

I started to say something, but Xico tightened her grip on my penis and I shut up.

“I’m close,” she said, “just keep going like that.”

I obeyed. I’m a good soldier, especially for women as beautiful as Xico. I felt tension build in my dick as Xico began to go faster.

Xico’s breathing grew more ragged and irregular, and I felt her body slowly tense up. Her thighs continued to squeeze my wrist harder and harder. After a few seconds of tension, she came hard.

She moaned and rocked her body back and forth. I came suddenly and bit her neck, hard. My cum shot out, covering her hand and landing on her tits. She gasped and kissed me, still shaking.

We both collapsed for a second, lost in pleasure and kissing. After a minute, my heart stopped racing and I placed a tender kiss on Xico’s forehead. She sighed in relief and slowly got up, grabbing a towel that was hanging off the wash basin in my room.

She wiped off her hands and breasts, before climbing back into bed with me.

“That was good,” I said.

“You think?” she asked, faking annoyance.

“So, what does this—”

“Leave the complications for tomorrow,” she muttered tiredly. “For now, let’s just enjoy this. The repercussions can wait.”

I nodded and as the candle burned down to nothing, drifted off to sleep, lulled by Xico’s soft breathing.

As we lay, naked in bed, I realized that I hadn’t shared a bed with someone in this way in…well, decades. This didn’t feel like a one night stand, it had more weight to it, somehow. It felt nice. Damn, maybe I really did want to stay here until I died.

That thought both chilled and excited me, but I pushed it away as I fell asleep.