I had been meaning to take my time with her this first time, but if I took too long she might freak on me, so I had to up my game. Still I had to treat her like the woman she was, so there was no real way to rush.
“Touch me baby.” I lifted her hand to my chest and moved it up and down until she got the hang of it and started moving it on her own. Pretty soon she was using both hands to caress my pecs and flat abs.
I eased the zipper of her jeans down while my tongue was buried halfway down her throat. When my hand touched the silky smoothness of one of the panties I’d bought her, I stopped for a second to see if she would object.
When there were no protests forthcoming, I eased the jeans and the underwear down bit by bit until I was peeling them off her ankles.
I pulled my shirt off over my head and settled my half naked form between her thighs. Now that I had her bare before me, I could enjoy.
I almost didn’t know where to begin. Her breasts were perfect. Two medium sized cone shaped beauties with raspberry colored nipples that stood tall and proud.
I ground my jeans covered cock into her as I nibbled on one of those nipples, and this time I didn’t have to tell her to touch, her hands did that on their own.
She held my head tightly against her tit as her heels dug into my ass, pushing me closer to her pussy, which was starting to get wet. I could feel her soaking my jeans.
I let my hand search between us until it met her folds, then with the lightest of touches I fingered her clit, before easing just the bare tips of my fingers inside her opening.
When she pulled on my hair to get me to cover her mouth again I knew that the worst had passed. After giving her what she wanted and sucking on her tongue until her jaw grew tired, I eased my way down her body.
“Caleb.” She tried stopping me but it was no use. I’d waited for too long to taste her, no way was I passing that shit up.
I lifted her ass in my hands and brought her to my mouth so that I could eat her out with my tongue. She was sweet and hot, and extremely fucking tight.
In my head I was already fucking her, though in reality I was eating her pussy and fighting to get my cock out of my jeans one-handed.
It felt like the greatest kind of relief when he was finally free and pressing into the mattress. I wasn’t sure what to do now. I was enjoying the taste of her pussy too much to give it up, but my cock was leaking like fuck and I needed to get inside her in the worst fucking way.
I tried counting down but that didn’t work, I tried thinking of something else, but her scent was in me, and all around me. No dice.
I reached between the mattress and me and took my cock in hand, squeezing hard to try to buy some time while my tongue went on one last foray deep into her cunt as my nose rubbed her clit just right.
When she cried out and came in my mouth I knew it was time. My cock was as hard as it has ever been, hard, thick and long. I stroked it once, twice, three times, before getting to my knees between her spread thighs and leading it into her.
She hissed at the invasion and I knew I had to be causing her some discomfort from the way her pussy was stretched around my meat.
I held still and gave her time to adjust, but gritting my teeth wasn’t holding the beast at bay. For a split second I was afraid of what I would do to her in the next few minutes.
I’ve never in my life wanted to fuck anyone so hard. The one time I needed to go soft, it didn’t seem as if I could. Something about her, having her under me, I wanted to make her very aware that I was man to her woman.
I slid the rest of the way into her heat and waited for the complaining to start. Instead she wiggled around trying to make room for me and I sunk even deeper into her softness.
With her ass held firmly in my large hands, I lifted her into my strokes. My eyes were glued to the place where my cock met her pussy and I was entranced at the beauty of it.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous baby.” It was the right thing at the right time, though I wasn’t thinking of that when I said it. But the light that went on in her eyes and the way she relaxed around me told me that it was just what she’d needed to hear.
I didn’t stop whispering words of praise in her ear as I fucked into her. I wanted to go slow, she didn’t need me to. She stayed with me stroke for stroke, even adding some of her own twists.
There were some things she did that told me she wasn’t as experienced as a divorced woman should be, and I was secretly overjoyed by that.
I wanted to flip her over on her knees and take her in my favorite position, but that would have to wait for a later time, like maybe tonight.
I was more than happy with taking her this way, but I could tell that our lovemaking was going to be an all night three or four position marathon in the future.