I pour two whiskeys, neat, and walk to him sitting there leaning back looking comfortable.
I stop when our knees touch.
I extend a glass.
He accepts the cup with his right hand and, leaning forward now, he wraps his free hand lightly around the back of my calf. Like he didn't want me to step back.
He's looking down at my ankle... he lets his hand fall to my heel.. It's as if he is taking his time and remembering what it was like to touch me. Not just in obvious places but in subtle places. He's thought about the non-erogenous zones of my body which now has turned them into all erogenous zones. He's thought about it in those 8 years, though. Not really expecting to hear from me, but he has thought about my skin and my ankle... he's thought about my wrists and earlobes... wondering if he would ever touch the small of my back again.
He isn't even looking up to see if this is ok.
John's hand begins to head north. Now he looks up. He slides his hand right up the back of my leg under my skirt. Of course I wore a skirt. I know what I'm doing.
His fingertips reached my pantyline and followed the seam to my inner thigh, tracing it lightly with his fingers. Staring into my eyes almost daring me to pull away. No one has spoken for several moments.
Using his middle finger he pushes the thin fabric to the side and can feel how wet I already am. Still looking into my eyes. Wondering if I will pull away. I think he can tell by the way I'm breathing that I will not pull away. Shallow breaths through my nose. Daring him to continue.
I place my hands on his shoulders for balance because right now I am feeling weak. Just from this subtle touch. He touches me so lightly and smoothly... like he's gliding along my skin... how can he be so intuitive?
At this point he sets his drink down and raises both hands under my skirt pulling my underwear towards the floor looking up at me as he helps me step out of them. He immediately starts rubbing and gripping and squeezing my ass. He leans back in the chair at this point, and I can see by the bulge in his pants, that he is raging hard against that zipper.
He takes a deep breath and he unbuckles, unbuttons, unzips and his cock pushes up and out of his boxer briefs. I could see the precum clinging to the head and shaft, glistening. He strokes his shaft a couple times while still looking up at me.
I straddle him guiding his cock inside me with my hand. He sits upright, straight and pulls me close to him. He unhooks my bra and my DDs spill out against his chest. He grips the left one and pulls it up to his mouth briefly sucking. Then he kisses me deep while grinding against my pussy, his dick perfectly angled to hit my g-spot.
He has the kind of girth that makes you feel locked in. Like he could stand up and walk to the bed with me attached and not slip out. Which is exactly what he did. He walks to the bed holding me up on his cock and lays me down. He gently uses his knee to spread my legs apart. From this angle he goes deep. I can feel him inside me throbbing but not thrusting. It occurs to me he must be trying to hold off from cumming.
He glides his hand up my left side until he reaches my boob pulling it gently and closing his mouth over my nipple sucking it and flicking it with his tongue and he begins thrusting again.
It only takes three pumps from him while sucking on my nipple to make me cum. After I cum and try to catch my breath underneath him he again stops thrusting but continues to throb against my walls.
He kisses my neck and rocks slightly while I regain my composure.
He pulls out of me and positions himself behind me to spoon. My pussy is so wet and gushing that he enters me again quickly with my back against his chest and his hand on my hip he begins to thrust into me.
This position feels so good I'm almost whimpering. This can't feel this good. This is just-first-time-sex-after-not-having-sex-for-8-years good. This can't be everyday sex... my thought gets interrupted because he makes me cum again.
Still behind me he moves his hand from my hip to between my legs and I'm so wet and sloppy he just slides and glides along my clit steadily increasing pressure. I start shaking and leaning back against his chest and he whispers behind my ear
"Does your boyfriend not do this for you?"...
I barely respond with a soft "no"
"No? He can't do this for you?"
"Mmm... no "
and I cum again hard feeling my vaginal walls constrict and pulse as he fucks me deep. He moves his hand from between my legs grabbing my boob and squeezing as he begins to cum inside me.
I loved feeling him drain himself against me.
He lingers inside me, thick cock pulsing.
I gotta go again.
