I woke a short time later to the very pleasant sensation of Belle lying partly on and partly off me, her hand loosely encircling my cock and masturbating it gently. She chuckled softly and kissed me.
"Well, lover, you certainly know how to show a girl a good time. That was the best first time I've ever had. It was one powerful experience."
I put an arm around her and returned her kiss with interest. "For me, too, baby. I just have a question – "
She laid a finger on my lips. "Why you and why so fast?" I nodded, nipping at her finger. She laughed and snuggled closer, her other hand still slowly stroking me. "I liked the way you blushed when I flirted with you in the shop, and that you weren't afraid to come back and see if I was for real. I liked that you cared enough about the girl at your office that you took time to find her a present she would like and weren't too proud to take advice from someone younger than you – though not so much younger as all that; I'm pushing 30. And I liked the fact you felt grateful to me and wanted to show it. It speaks well of you.
"I don't jump into bed with every handsome man that walks into my store. But when you came back, told me how it went and offered to buy me dinner to say thank-you, I just decided I wanted you. When something feels right, I go for it. And we sure feel right together!
"I've always liked the men I bed to be a little older than me. Guys like you can read the signs, know how to pace their lovemaking, aren't afraid to do things they think their partner might enjoy, and think more about pleasing their lover than themselves. And they can tell when a woman wants to be treated like a lady and when she wants to be treated like a slut."
I gathered her in both arms and kissed her slowly and lingeringly, my hands caressing her ears, neck, back and buttocks with light feather-touches, never letting them be still, feeling her breathing deepen and feeling her press herself to me. I broke the kiss and looked into her eyes.
"And how do you feel like being treated now, Belle?"
Her eyes half-lidded, she looked back at me with feminine witchery and whispered huskily, "I don't feel like being treated like a lady." She kissed me, her mouth open, her lips puffy in arousal, her tongue dancing against mine. "Just lie back and relax, love. You pleasured me and now it's my turn to pleasure you. We have all night. Just leave everything to your Belle."
She kissed me again, leisurely but not casually, a tactile message that said without words that we could take out time and just surrender to the sensations. Her hands roamed over me as mine did over her, with barest whispers of contact, the touch so light it was hard to tell where the contact left off as her fingers wandered. My penis began to rise, thickening and hardening under her in response to her teasing. She slowly slipped down my body, kissing my neck, nipples and stomach as she worked her way down to my cock. Reaching her goal, she took it in her hand and stroked it slowly as she licked it like an ice cream cone until it was slick with her spit. Humming softly, she took the purple head into her mouth, her tongue flicking over it and transmitting flashes of exquisite pleasure straight to my groin, my cock growing even harder and longer. Her hand continued to jack slowly up and down the shaft, the occasion dribble of saliva and pre-cum keeping the motions smooth, the slippery friction encouraging me to lose myself in the moment.
Still humming, Belle's head began to bob up and down as she took more of me into her mouth, using her tongue and teeth carefully to induce even more intense sensations. My hips began to rise involuntarily, instinctively seeking to jam my rod into her wet, willing mouth. She pressed her palm flat on my stomach, wordlessly telling me to lie still and enjoy, to let her do all the work. The blowjob was far and away the best I'd ever had, the product of practice, inborn talent and something I'd rarely experienced, the feeling of mutual enjoyment that marked my lover as a woman who loved giving head to her partner.