Part One here.
Part Two here.
We lay there for awhile, snuggled in each others arms, and at one point I realized that this is what I’d been wanting, this is what I’d been waiting for. Not just the kissing and the blowjob and the sex that would happen soon, but I’d been wanting this kind of connection. I wanted to hold a woman in bed and make her laugh. I wanted to feel her warm skin against mine as we talked. It was really nice just being with Diana in this way, but I suddenly couldn’t understand why she would want to be with me. She was beautiful and sweet and funny and successful. Why would she waste her time with a scraggly college kid?
“What’s in it for you?” I blurted, my thoughts suddenly taking a left turn.
She paused for a moment, surprised by my outburst and stared up at the ceiling.
“Your ad intrigued me. I wanted to help you, but more than that I wanted it for myself. I wanted to see what it was like to be with someone who had the same kind of drive that I do right now. I’m nearly forty and my sex drive has skyrocketed. Men my age just can’t keep up!”
She turned towards me and smiled, her brilliant eyes lighting up. “Speaking of… I believe there’s something we still have to attend to!”
Diana rolled on top of me, straddling me and holding my arms down as she leaned in to kiss me, biting my lower lip playfully. I squirmed beneath her, feeling my cock instantly harden between us. She reached down and rubbed me over my jeans.
“See how hard you get for me? Always ready when I need you to be.”
I bucked into her, raising her off the bed slightly, and she giggled, almost toppling over to the side. She put her hands on my chest and pressed into me.
“Hold still, Thomas!” It was an order, and I was happy to comply.
She unfastened my jeans and slowly pulled them down my hips along with my boxer shorts. My cock sprung free, waggling in the air between us and she looked as though she wanted to devour it, a tasty breakfast sausage for her to chew upon. She wrapped her lips around me once again, but this time I felt as though I would last longer. I wanted to last longer for her, knowing her motivations for helping me. She reached into her bedside table and grabbed a condom, slowly rolling it down over my shaft.
“Are you ready?” She looked at me seriously, but I believe she already knew the answer.
Not being able to find my words, I nodded. I was nervous, excited, my heart was beating in my chest and my fingers felt as though they might take flight, and flutter around our heads like butterflies. She straddled me again, her pussy hovering over my cock. She slowly eased down so that the tip rested against her warm cleft. She moved against me, the rubbing sensation sending shocks down my cock and into my belly. I tried not to move, afraid that even the slightest movement would carry me over the edge, and I would lose control and bury myself inside her, losing myself to need. I wanted to savor every sensation, every sound, each movement of her against me. Finally, she sunk down onto me, slowly impaling herself on me and my eyes widened, my mouth opened as I felt everything. She stayed that way for a moment, watching my reaction, her hands on my chest.
“Oh god you feel so good inside me!” Her head rolled back and she began to rock, grinding her pelvis against mine. I could feel her clench around me, the pulsing sent shivers up my arms. Tentatively, I bucked against her, meeting her movements, a dance of small motions.
“Yes, that’s good,” she moaned, her words coming out in punctuated breaths.
I continued to move beneath her, watching her face as she closed her eyes and lost herself to sensation. I moved my hands up to her breasts, cupping them gently at first, then rolling her nipples between my fingertips. Her movements quickened, and she pressed her hips down harder onto me, her face contorted. I could feel her flutter and pulse around my cock as she came with a wailing cry, her shoulders and abdomen tensed and her thighs clamped tightly around my hips. She held me there until she was finished, a willing moth caught in spiders web.
“I want you to fuck me now,” she panted, pulling herself off me with a slick pop. “Don’t be gentle!”
She leaned over the end of the bed, her ass in the air, waiting. I was still lost in the previous moment, my brain hazy.
“Thomas!”
With a jerk, I leapt off the bed and got behind her; I was the driver now. I pressed my cock into her, easily finding her slick entrance. Slow at first, I pumped in and out, my hips cushioned against her round bottom, but soon I found a rhythm and began to pound into her. She met each thrust equally, crying out in time to our movements. I grunted with her, a primal noise that rose with the heat and passion between us. I grabbed her hips, digging my fingers into her flesh as she squealed beneath me. I still felt like I could give more, like she was goading me to push myself further, so I did. I leaned my body weight into her, pushing her against the end of the bed. I leaned over her, my body pressing against her, the heat of her skin against mine was electric. I wanted to bite and scratch like an animal, the need in me driving me crazy. I grabbed her shoulder with one hand and snaked the other beneath her, trapping her against me as I pummeled her from behind. She took it, screaming and bucking beneath me.
“Fuck! Harder! I’m going to come again!” she roared, a She-bear in heat as her orgasm ripped through her. Mine followed, and I shrieked awkwardly as I filled the condom with spurts of come, holding her tightly as I jerked and twitched. I couldn’t move, and I lay on top of her crushing her into the mattress as our breathing slowed in tandem.
“I’m sorry,” I panted.
“What for? That was perfect!”
“It was? I’m afraid I hurt you!” I said sheepishly.
“Sometimes I like to be hurt,” she grinned at me over her shoulder. “I told you not to be gentle, and I meant it. More on that later, though. Let’s get cleaned up and have a snack before… round three?”
To be continued!
Oh this was soooo good. I can’t be the one “teaching” my partner (been there, done that, got the divorce papers) because it’s just not right for me. But I do like watching someone learn — about their partner AND themselves. 🙂
Thank you!?
mmm round 3! Here we go. This is hot!
Rebel xox
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