The Beautiful Kind

We talk for a bit. We talk about what turns us on and our fantasies. I get her some water and she starts grabbing my cock. It is not fully hard, just heavy dick at this point. She mounts me and starts pulling at my jeans. Once again I notice how great she looks. It is a nice night and the couple of windows that are open are illuminating her perfectly. She falls down on me and kisses my neck. Still pulling at my pants, she notices that I am not helping her with them. She asks why and I tell her again that I am not going to fuck her tonight. She is totally confused as to why I won’t have sex with her. It seems clear that she is quite perplexed and even slightly offended by my stance. I can feel her heat as she rubs up and down my dick.

Shes gets a little pissy with me and says, “Okay, why don’t you want to fuck me?!?!?!” I look at her and tell her that it’s not that I don’t WANT to, I am just not going to. I don’t give her a reason and she says, “Well that’s just fucking weird.”

I explained my perception of the difference between weird and not normal and then say, “but I AM getting ready to make you cum again.” I toss her off, get behind her and pull her vertical. I place my right hand around her neck and my left snakes around to her pubic bone. I pull her so close it feels like she is going to pass through me. I thrust my dick into her ass and pull her head back exposing her neck and shoulder to my mouth. I suck her neck just below the jaw line. I sway her clit slowly back and forth with just enough pressure to feel it flop out at the end of each pass. I force her face to the ceiling and take as much of her neck into my mouth as possible. I increase the hand speed and begin to feel her pulse. I insert my fingers slowly and keep pressure on her clit with muscle at the base of my thumb. She grabs my hand and pushes it deeper and it goes a bit further than she expected. She moans loudly. I continue manipulating her until she erupts. She quivers, shakes and screams my name. After a few more slow strokes she grabs my forearm with both hands tightly and tries to pull it away from her pussy. I take my fingers out of her but I don’t move my arm. I whisper in her ear, “Relax”. She does and I lay her down. We lay without word for what seems like ten minutes. She whispers, “Well, I guess that is one benefit of having big hands.”

I think we slept for an hour or so. The sun is coming up and the birds sing to us. She finds my dick with her thigh and rubs slowly. We start talking a bit about music and how it has been therapeutic for both of us through some rough times. She is flat on her back and I am laying beside her. Her breasts are naturally beautiful. I include them more and more in my caress, which is now spanning from just above her knee to her eyes. She mentions something about needing a “boob job” and I disagree with her. I start talk about my disinterest in fake tits, but then decide to convince her another way. I add that she might lose some sensation in them.

“You might not be able to feel this as much.” I take her nipple into my mouth, gently turning it with my tongue. “That would be terrible because I love it when my tits are kissed and sucked.” she says. I treat both of them with equal time. I love the sides of breasts as well and so does she. It seems that they got exponentially more sensitive as I went on. Her nipples are rock hard. My hand finds her pussy again and she is so wet. I turn her over. She loves it from behind.

I give her one good smack on her ass. “Do it again.” she whispers. “Say please.” “Please.” I do it again….and again….and again. I show her hand to her pussy. This time she fucks herself and I spank her into oblivion. She cums hard and long. I tell her that I have to start getting ready for work. “Can I just lay here and recover until you have to leave?” “Of Course.” I take a shower, return some phone calls, check my email and get dressed. I get her up, watch her get dressed and we say our goodbyes. I wonder what it will take to hear her new safe word……………………….