continued to lick and nibble and suckle until she was almost there again. Then he bit down gently on her clit and brought her screaming to another one. Before the aftershocks had time to fade, he pushed his cock deep inside her and fucked her hard and fast until he, too, found his release deep in her hot, tight folds.
“Jane, you are so wet and tight, and you fit me like a glove. I cannot get enough of your sweet pussy,” he said.
His hips bucked, and he pumped relentlessly into her as she clung on to him, murmuring his name. He lowered himself onto his elbows and proceeded to kiss her witless. He knew she liked to taste her juices on him, and his tongue gently invaded her mouth and sucked her tongue into his, inviting her to explore in her turn.
All too soon, they had to get up and pack. They had breakfast in their room on the balcony overlooking the Alhambra that had been the scene of their loving the previous evening. He enjoyed her blushes as he teased her about it. A text message from her granddaughter, Emma, told Jane all was well with her. Angus could see that Jane was a little happier after she read the text. She was close to Emma, and Angus liked the young woman, too. He was glad he had taken her on as a designer. He hoped the job would work out well and Emma would stay in Sheffield, close to her grandma.
In Cordoba they visited the Mezquita, and they were both amazed at its size and beauty. Crossing the old Roman bridge, they could see that the Mezquita dominated the town. They joined a guided tour and had the origins and the alterations explained. The vistas of columns, painted white and red, stretching away on either side were breathtaking and, to their minds, more beautiful than the ornate conversion to a Catholic cathedral with all the gilding and heavy carved oak.
They left by the main door and crossed the street to a shop to buy postcards, and Angus bought her a pair of earrings. The design was intricate, consisting of small, delicate flowers, in very fine silver wire, made up of what looked like more small flowers. They weighed hardly anything at all but looked very pretty when she put them on. After wandering the streets and seeing the patios full of flowers and the whitewashed houses, they had lunch and returned to the hotel. They were going home the next day, so Angus wanted to make their last evening special. He took her out to dinner in a beautiful restaurant where he ordered a paella. As they sat and waited for it to be made, he fed her nibbles of olives and anchovies and talked of what they had seen. He saw Jane was concerned about how Emma was getting on as they had had no more than a couple of text messages from her.
“Don’t worry, little darling. She will be very busy with the designs for that new range of underwear. It is her first job, and she will want to get it right to prove she was not hired just because she is your granddaughter.”
He could see he had her soothed with his words. He continued to feed her choice morsels of chicken and seafood, and she drank her wine, then they strolled back to the hotel in the cool of the evening and made love until they both fell asleep, sated and entwined in each other’s arms.
He again awoke before her and looked at her as she slept in the same position as always. When he had asked about it, she had said it was how she slept while having her babies as it was the most comfortable. He’d liked that and her obvious love and concern for her children and their children. He had no children of his own. He had two nephews, both very much like him physically. Their parents died when they were young men, so he’d looked out for them and kept an eye on their doings and their progress without ever encroaching on their independence. Consequently, they loved him and kept in close touch with him. Thinking of that, he wondered why he hadn’t heard from them all the time Jane and he had been away. Usually they kept in touch by phone or text every couple of