Chapter 98: Riding her grandson
The grand chambers of Jake Raikarndel within the ancient stone walls of Raaya Villa were wrapped in the deep hush of midnight, the only illumination coming from a cluster of thick beeswax candles set in ornate iron holders and the pale silver spill of moonlight that poured through the tall, arched windows overlooking the terraced gardens.
The air was warm and heavy with the mingled scents of lavender from the freshly laundered linens, the faint smokiness of the burning wicks, and the unmistakable musk of two bodies that had already been moving together for some time.
Heavy velvet drapes in deep crimson and gold stirred faintly in the night breeze that carried the distant hills.
Upon the vast four-poster bed, its carved dragon posts rising like sentinels toward the silk canopy, Jake lay on his back with Rosa straddling his hips.
Her silver hair, loosened from its usual elegant braid, cascaded in wild, shimmering waves down her back and over her full, heavy breasts.
Her body was a testament to a life fully lived—mature, lush, and unapologetically sensual. The soft curve of her belly rose and fell with her breathing, her generous hips rocked with slow, deliberate grace, and the silver-threaded curls between her thighs glistened where they were stretched wide around the thick, hard length of him.
It had been a day since Jake had returned to the villa and the affairs of gods were left for the days ahead. He didn’t want to think too much about the Allglory battle. Though his mind was focused on getting stronger, he couldn’t help but be distracted by the captivating woman before him. Her presence was a welcome reprieve from the weight of his responsibilities, offering a tantalizing promise of pleasure and escape.
Rosa moved with the patient, knowing the rhythm of a woman who had long ago learned that true pleasure was not a race but a journey to be savored.
She had missed him and missed touching him and missed his long veiny manhood inside her.
As soon as he had come, she took him to his chambers and indulged in hours of sexual pleasure.
Her hands rested on his chest, fingers splayed over him. Each slow, rolling descent of her hips took him deep inside her, her inner walls clenching and fluttering around his girth with exquisite pressure.
MMHHHH!!!
A soft, breathy moan escaped her parted lips with every downward glide, the sound low and throaty, filled with years of complicated love that had finally settled into something fierce and unbreakable.
Jake’s hands rested on her thighs, his fingers stroking the smooth, warm skin with slow, appreciative caresses. He watched her face in the candlelight—the way her eyes fluttered half-closed in pleasure, the way her full lips parted on each quiet gasp, the faint flush that spread across her cheeks and down her throat.
He lifted one hand to cup her breast, thumb brushing over the hardened nipple in a slow, circling motion that drew another trembling moan from her.
Ahhhh!!
"Granny..." he murmured, his voice rough with sleep and rising desire. His hips rose to meet her next downward roll, the motion unhurried, savoring every inch of slick, velvet heat that surrounded him.
"You feel so fucking gooood!!"
She leaned forward, her heavy breasts brushing against his chest as she captured his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss. Her tongue slid against his in time with the slow, sensual rhythm of her body. When she pulled back just enough to speak, her voice was husky and filled with tender hunger.
"I have wanted this all evening, my dear Jake," she whispered against his lips.
"I missed having you inside me. I have been so lost without you in the villa. I waited and yearned for you all this time. And now that you are here, I will have you all to myself."
She sat up again, her hands bracing on his chest for leverage, and began to move with more deliberate purpose.
Her hips rolled in wide, sensual circles, grinding her clit against his pelvis with every downward stroke.
The bed creaked softly beneath them, the ancient wood protesting the steady rhythm.
Jake’s hands slid upward, caressing the curve of her waist, the soft swell of her belly, and then higher to cup both breasts. He squeezed gently, thumbs teasing her nipples until they tightened into stiff peaks.
Ahh!! Mmhhh!! Ahhh!!!
Rosa’s moans grew a little louder, more unrestrained, her head tipping back as pleasure coiled tighter within her.
Jake watched her with hooded eyes, his own breathing growing heavier. He could feel every flutter of her inner walls, every slick glide as she rode him with patient, devoted intensity. His hands roamed her body with reverent hunger—tracing the line of her spine, gripping the generous flare of her hips, sliding down to where they were joined so he could feel the way her arousal coated his length. Every caress seemed to draw a new sound from her: a soft gasp when his fingers brushed the underside of her breasts, a deeper moan when his thumb found her clit and circled it in time with her movements.
They moved together like that for a long, beautiful stretch of time—slow, intimate, and deeply passionate.
Rosa’s pace gradually increased, her strokes becoming longer and more purposeful. Her moans turned into soft, trembling cries as she chased her pleasure, her body trembling above him.
Jake met her rhythm with gentle upward thrusts, his hands steadying her, guiding her, worshipping every inch of her mature form.
When her climax finally crested, it was with a long, shuddering cry of his name. Her inner walls clamped down around him in powerful, rhythmic spasms, her thighs shaking on either side of his hips.
Rosa leaned forward, her forehead pressing against his as she rode out the waves of pleasure, her breath hot and ragged against his mouth. Jake held her through it, his hands stroking her back, murmuring words of love and encouragement against her lips.
Even after her orgasm had begun to fade, Rosa did not stop moving.
