was
finally right where I belonged. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
My face must have reflected how happy I
was. A slight smile curved that generous mouth, and his eyes grew bright and
devilish. He slipped a finger between my labia under the water, searching for
my clit, but I stopped him with an equally devilish grin.
“Not tonight, lover boy. I have a
better surprise for you.”
~***~
Micah sat on the deck watching me comb
my hair in front of the broken mirror with the broken comb.
It was tough getting the comb through
the knots, but I wanted to look nice for him. He was trying to be tolerant
about it but, more than once, I saw him cast a baleful eye in my direction. He
finally got to his feet and paced around the deck. I tried not to let him see
me laughing.
I wanted to take my time. I wanted
tonight to be special. How often does a woman get to initiate a 30-something
year old man into the delights of sex? This was one for the record books, and I
wanted to remember every second of it.
I finished with my hair and climbed back
up on the deck. He came to me with such a look of relief that I did laugh. Mr. Micah had quickly gotten used to his nightly oral loving. I’d made
him wait tonight, and he was not being very patient about it.
He went to our spot, sat down, and laid
back, his legs slightly open as he drew me in. He had a raging hard-on
already. I’d have to be careful I didn’t take it too far. I wanted that
luscious hard cock inside me tonight.
I got down on my knees in front of him
like I always did and sucked him into my mouth. He gasped and sighed, jerked
and went still, his hands on top of my head. I glanced up and looked at him. He
was leaning his head back against the post, his eyes closed, mouth slightly
open in ecstasy.
I ran my tongue over and around him as I
cupped his balls, listening to his ragged breathing, delighting in making him
twitch by using just a little tooth here and there.
I finally pulled my mouth away from him
and quickly rose to straddle him. He opened his eyes and looked up, questioning
me with his eyes.
Gripping his cock, still wet from my
mouth, I guided him to the entrance of my wet pussy. I just slipped the head
in and settled around it, hesitating for just a second before I dropped down
over the length of him roughly, with just the barest hint of ferocity.
Ohgodohgodohgod . He split me wide, and it was fucking,
torturously delicious . I couldn’t breathe for a moment. He was so big,
so thick I could feel him in the base of my throat. I struggled to get a grip.
I didn’t want to come yet, but I could barely stand the sensory overload of his
hard cock inside me. It was everything I knew it would be.
He bucked under me, his hips coming so
far off the deck I had to put my hand on the post over his head so he didn’t
throw me off. The noises he was making were amazing , so hot I almost
fingered my own clit to get the O just waiting to ripple through me.
He put his hands on my hips and clutched
me with tense fingers. He was still straining and gurgling, looking up at me
with wide eyes, disbelieving but wanting more.
“Hold on, baby,” I said softly. “This is
the good part.”
I started to move, up and down ever so
slowly, the way I moved my mouth on him. I wish I could describe his face. His
mouth opened and closed like the fish we’d caught. His eyes were large and
incredulous, and then he would grimace and lift his hips under me, as though he
were trying to push every last millimeter of his cock into my pussy. Then he
would relax and stare up at me with those beautiful eyes as I worked him over
some more.
I was content to ride him, but he had
other ideas. I think instinct just took over for him. He pushed me off, threw
me over onto my back, and quickly rolled over on top of me.
Lowering his hips between my open legs,
he grabbed his cock and guided it back into me. My ass and inner thighs were
soaked. I don’t think I’ve
finally right where I belonged. I wouldn’t have changed a thing.
My face must have reflected how happy I
was. A slight smile curved that generous mouth, and his eyes grew bright and
devilish. He slipped a finger between my labia under the water, searching for
my clit, but I stopped him with an equally devilish grin.
“Not tonight, lover boy. I have a
better surprise for you.”
~***~
Micah sat on the deck watching me comb
my hair in front of the broken mirror with the broken comb.
It was tough getting the comb through
the knots, but I wanted to look nice for him. He was trying to be tolerant
about it but, more than once, I saw him cast a baleful eye in my direction. He
finally got to his feet and paced around the deck. I tried not to let him see
me laughing.
I wanted to take my time. I wanted
tonight to be special. How often does a woman get to initiate a 30-something
year old man into the delights of sex? This was one for the record books, and I
wanted to remember every second of it.
I finished with my hair and climbed back
up on the deck. He came to me with such a look of relief that I did laugh. Mr. Micah had quickly gotten used to his nightly oral loving. I’d made
him wait tonight, and he was not being very patient about it.
He went to our spot, sat down, and laid
back, his legs slightly open as he drew me in. He had a raging hard-on
already. I’d have to be careful I didn’t take it too far. I wanted that
luscious hard cock inside me tonight.
I got down on my knees in front of him
like I always did and sucked him into my mouth. He gasped and sighed, jerked
and went still, his hands on top of my head. I glanced up and looked at him. He
was leaning his head back against the post, his eyes closed, mouth slightly
open in ecstasy.
I ran my tongue over and around him as I
cupped his balls, listening to his ragged breathing, delighting in making him
twitch by using just a little tooth here and there.
I finally pulled my mouth away from him
and quickly rose to straddle him. He opened his eyes and looked up, questioning
me with his eyes.
Gripping his cock, still wet from my
mouth, I guided him to the entrance of my wet pussy. I just slipped the head
in and settled around it, hesitating for just a second before I dropped down
over the length of him roughly, with just the barest hint of ferocity.
Ohgodohgodohgod . He split me wide, and it was fucking,
torturously delicious . I couldn’t breathe for a moment. He was so big,
so thick I could feel him in the base of my throat. I struggled to get a grip.
I didn’t want to come yet, but I could barely stand the sensory overload of his
hard cock inside me. It was everything I knew it would be.
He bucked under me, his hips coming so
far off the deck I had to put my hand on the post over his head so he didn’t
throw me off. The noises he was making were amazing , so hot I almost
fingered my own clit to get the O just waiting to ripple through me.
He put his hands on my hips and clutched
me with tense fingers. He was still straining and gurgling, looking up at me
with wide eyes, disbelieving but wanting more.
“Hold on, baby,” I said softly. “This is
the good part.”
I started to move, up and down ever so
slowly, the way I moved my mouth on him. I wish I could describe his face. His
mouth opened and closed like the fish we’d caught. His eyes were large and
incredulous, and then he would grimace and lift his hips under me, as though he
were trying to push every last millimeter of his cock into my pussy. Then he
would relax and stare up at me with those beautiful eyes as I worked him over
some more.
I was content to ride him, but he had
other ideas. I think instinct just took over for him. He pushed me off, threw
me over onto my back, and quickly rolled over on top of me.
Lowering his hips between my open legs,
he grabbed his cock and guided it back into me. My ass and inner thighs were
soaked. I don’t think I’ve
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