by Maura Rossi
"You're beautiful. I don't know what you're worried about."
He sat up and took off his shirt. Now it was her turn.
"You're beautiful, too," she murmured.
She reached out boldly and felt his chest. She skated her hands across his shoulders, pecs, abs and back. He felt very solid and hard and warm, so warm. He pulled her against his chest and started kissing her neck.
She was now desperate beyond reason for him to be inside her. She had said slow, but this was excruciating. Her husband would just hop in bed and be done quickly. There was no talking. John was different.
John stood up and unbuttoned his pants. He pulled them down. She could see his full hard cock outlined in his underwear. He looked like a model. She was fascinated by his physique. His movements were so lithe, really graceful. He was in complete control of his body.
He was staring straight at her when he pulled down his briefs. She wanted to maintain her eye contact, but she couldn't help but stare at the monster that emerged from his pants. Her husband, Cary, was big; John was bigger. He adjusted himself, stroking a few times, bringing himself fully erect. His cock pointed to the ceiling. He was breathtaking.
John took the chance that he would shock her by standing before her and undressing. He knew he looked good for his age. The prolonged foreplay had his dick ultra hard and ready to go. He hoped he would last for her. Slow, he reminded himself.
He pulled back the covers and got in bed.
"Let's compromise. What if we leave the lights on, but we'll both be under the sheets?"
He pulled her to him. He couldn’t wait anymore.
"Tricia, let me inside you."
She opened her legs and he pressed closer.
"Help me."
She did as he asked. She felt his cock in her hands for the first time. She guided him to her pussy and spread wider. Together they put the head of his cock inside her. He was thick. He thrust. She cried out.
Her cries didn't stop him. He pressed slowly, relentlessly all the way in. She opened wider to accommodate. When he was up to his balls, he stopped and held her in place, her pussy stretched wide. Tricia whimpered continuously.
"Tricia, you feel fantastic on me. "
He pulled out and pushed back in with restrained force. He pulled and pushed into her increasing his strength and speed. Tricia cried, with each thrust. Her tits jiggled. John loved the look of her breasts bouncing around. He reached down and squeezed and flicked. She tried to open more to accommodate him.
"Tricia, you are so fucking beautiful."
His words shocked her and she looked up into his face. It excited him to have her finally open her eyes and watch his face as he bucked in and out of her. And then he started coming.
Chapter 5
"Ahh, Fuck!"
He pushed all the way up as high as he could get and screwed into her as he blew his wad. Damn it. He came before she did.
He fell on top of her reveling in her soft body. When he caught his breath, he found she was gently stroking his head and back.
"I feel something. Right here."
She'd zeroed in on a scar he had from a combat injury.
"From Somalia," he grunted
She knew better than to ask.
"That was nice," she complimented him.
He lifted up and looked down into her flushed face.
"I'm sorry Tricia."
She shook her head.
"You know, we're not finished yet."
"Oh?"
He pulled out. She was left feeling empty. He slid down her body, pulling the covers off her, exposing her. He went to kiss her pussy and she jumped. She tried to pull him up and away but she couldn't move him. He was looking at her. She was humiliated but to her surprise she was also getting excited and starting to wet herself.
He wanted to kiss her pussy badly. He felt himself hardening again. He'd settle for touching her. He slid a thick finger into her hole. She arched and he felt a slight clench around his finger.
He moved back up to be next to her and began kissing her soft mouth. He inserted a second finger and began playing. God, it was great, just like being a teenager. He could see her whole body, as she lay next to him, legs spread, without the protection of her sheets. Of course she had her eyes closed, but he didn't care at this point. He could feast on her while she hid.
Before too long she was writhing and bucking into his hand. She started crying his name.
"John."
"I'm here, Tricia. Relax, babe."
"Oh, John."
"It's OK, let me do my thing. I feel you. I know what's happening."
"John, John."
"Come on babe, come for me."
He stroked and petted her pussy. He twisted his fingers around and brought forth a lot of juice. He flicked her clit and pressed on it, gently dragging the hood up and down over the surface. She was transported. She opened her legs as wide as she could. She was seeking something she hadn't known before. She felt like she was climbing.
"John, please."
"OK, babe."
He pressed the palm of his hand flat down on her clit and gripped her pussy tightly. He jammed his fingers in and out of her hole. She started coming hard. He felt the entire set of clenches and the flow of juice all over his hand. It was fantastic. Her noises aroused him.
Before she recovered, he moved quickly and positioned himself with her legs up on his shoulders. He wanted her to feel all of him. He slid in easily.
"No, John… it's too much."
She tried to wiggle away from him, but she was impaled on his dick.
"It's OK Tricia. You can take me. I know you can, I just held your pussy in my hand."
"You're too big… John."
She shook her head. Her eyes closed. He laid his hand on her cheek
"Look at me Tricia."
She fluttered her eyes open and met his smoldering gaze.
"Trust me, Tricia, please. You can take all of me. Let's try, please."
He retreated and then stabbed back in. She went limp. He pistoned in and out of her, his balls slapping her ass. She was pliable in his arms; she didn't fight him. He banged his big body into her over and over until he came again.
When he lay back down and drew her against him, he smiled. That was everything he'd imagined and more. She was a joy in his arms and her submission meant the world to him. She was his now.
Tricia had never experienced sex like this. John's loving was intense and forceful. Her orgasm was like a religious experience encompassing her whole body and mind. There was no comparison between her previous sexual experience and what just happened with John. She felt mated to him. He had taken her body and she loved it.
***
When she woke, John was not in bed with her. She felt immediately bereft, sad that he had left. She was as stiff and sore as she could be. Last night, after sex, John brought her a cool wet cloth and washed and soothed her pussy after his hard loving. He once again showed his extreme nurturing side to her. She slept like a baby in his arms.
He came walking into the bedroom, stark naked. Tricia blushed to her hairline. He was a perfect male specimen and he was proud of it.
"John, how can you walk around like that?"
"Like what?" he smiled a sly smile.
She laughed. She couldn’t hide her happiness that he hadn't left. He had brought them each a coffee. He got back in bed with her and dragged her on top of his body.
"Damn, you are so soft, feels so good. So, how are you feeling? Sore?"
He embarrassed her again. She nodded, but then she gathered some nerve and answered him.
"Yes, I'm aching. I feel it"
"I'm sorry, babe. I was a little rough. It's your fault. You got me overly excited," he teased.
He was happy she was sore. She would remember him all day and then some. She would know that she was his.
"…But I've got the medicine to fix your pain."
She looked skeptical. He was smiling and b
eautiful smile. Lord, she could get used to having him around.
Chapter 6
He took the coffee cup from her hand and put it on the nightstand. He gently kissed her lips and face while massaging her breasts. Her pussy clenched and she felt an inner ache that was both painful and pleasurable at once.
He kissed her and petted her body for what seemed like an eternity. She squirmed, pressing her hips into his groin. She started to explore him with her hands. He was big and hard everywhere. The feeling of him holding her made her body go weak and begin to cream. She could actually feel it dripping out of her body, something that had never happened before.
John felt her relax as he worked her over with his hands and mouth. He knew what was coming would cause a problem, but it had to be done. He pulled away from her mouth, leaving one hand fingering her pussy. He got up on all fours and moved between her legs, again taking the sheets with him.
"No, John."
She tried to close her legs, but he was in the way. She struggled to get her legs from around him so she could cover up. He grabbed her leg and held it in place and looked at her sternly.
"Shh," he clenched his jaw.
She stopped struggling, but grabbed a pillow and covered her body.
"Tricia, stop."
He pulled the pillow away and threw it across the room. She shook her head and closed her eyes.
"John, please."
Her pleading gave him pause. Then, he looked down at her body and his own desire took over. He was on a mission and he wasn't going to give up. She needed to get over her extreme modesty and nervousness. He crouched down and put his face very near her pussy. He looked back up at her face. She'd moved her hands to cover her breasts and her stomach. Completely closed.
"Relax, Tricia."
And then he licked. His tongue split open her outer lips and trailed up to her clit. She'd never liked being kissed down there. Her husband probably didn't like it either. She let him know it wasn't for her and they didn't try it very many times in their years married. John licked again. He stopped and pulled her lips apart with his fingers.
"John! Don't!"
She was mortified. He wouldn't take his eyes off her open pussy. He held the lips apart and just gazed at her most intimate place. Her scent and her color excited him beyond reason. He kissed her pussy lips as if her were kissing her mouth. Over and over he kissed, his lips melding with hers, thrusting his tongue in and out of her hole.
"God, you're beautiful," he continued to look at her puffy lips, deep pink in color. "I love how you look."
He licked up to her clit and then swirled around. He looked up at her. She had moved her hands up to her face. He sighed.
"Tricia, I bet you don't know this but you look like a flower. You're a beautiful flower," he teased.
He went back to working her. He put his fingers inside and began stroking on the backside of her clit. He put his lips over the top of her pearl and very gently sucked. And stroked and sucked and stroked and sucked. He was tireless. And he was breaking her down.
Despite her embarrassment at being open for him to view, her pussy was throbbing with pleasure and leaking lots of juice onto the bed. John was doing things to her, causing sensations that were new and powerful. She began to lose focus, her discomfort waning. Soon all that mattered were the throbbing pulses caused by each lick of his tongue, each suckle of his mouth on her bud.
John felt every step of her awakening and her capitulation to his tongue. She fought him at first holding herself rigid and hiding. She pretended that it wasn't happening. Then she started to relax, her legs fell open gradually. She took her hands from her eyes. Before too long, she had her hands on his head. And at the very end, he felt her move beneath his mouth. She strained up against him ever so slightly.
"That's right baby, get what you need," he answered her lifted hips by pressing down on her harder.
He flattened his tongue on her clit and then gave a stronger suck. She moaned loudly. Her orgasm broke with a stream of cum and a strong contraction around his finger. Her moaning grew even louder and she twisted her fingers in his short hair. He laughed inwardly. This had worked out well. Her spasms went on for a long time.
He laid his cheek on top of her pussy and waited. Her breathing returned to normal and he felt her hands move. He picked up his head and looked at her to find out where he stood.
"I'm sorry Tricia. Are you OK?"
She nodded her head.
"Are you angry with me?"
He pulled himself up. She didn't answer him. He had a flicker of panic. Could she have enjoyed it but still be upset with him?
"Look, I told you that seeing your body is important to me. I didn't want to hurt you by having sex again so soon…I thought you would…I just wanted to please you."
"You did please me, John."
She put her hands on his chest. He responded quickly by pulling her to him.
"I'm sorry if I forced you. I wanted to see you so badly. I didn't want to stop. I've wanted you for so long."
She pushed back from his chest.
"John, that's the second time you've said that. What do you mean?"
Shit.
"John?"
It was his turn to be vulnerable now. He broke eye contact and began staring at her chest, fondling her nipples.
"I have been thinking about you for a while."
"What's a while?"
He hadn't planned on her finding this out. It would change how she felt about him. He wanted to soften his indiscretion in some way, but he didn't know how. And he didn't know how to lie.
"Since I met you," he talked to her breasts.
"Really?"
"Yes," he picked up his head and looked into her eyes. To his surprise, she looked pleased.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"
"Well…"
"No you don't. When I met you I was completely infatuated. The feelings never went away."
Talking wasn't his strong suit. He rolled on top of her and settled his hips between her legs and kissed her. He was still hard and gently eased his organ into her pussy.
"Tricia?" He used her name as a question.
This time he wanted her permission. He wanted her to say she wanted him. She answered by lifting her hips and opening for him. His dick glided in further. She was slick and inviting. He rammed the rest of the way to fully seat himself inside her body.
"I've wanted you for a while. Do you want me, too?"
"Yes."
She thrust her hips up to him, cradling his massive dick inside her pussy. He nursed at her breasts biting and sucking until she cried out, a second orgasm upon her. He came with her, his dick pulsing hard, deep inside her body.
Chapter 7
They were a couple for about two months when Tricia's son, Mark, got injured in a training accident. The jeep he was riding in crashed. He broke his leg in three places and needed surgery to pin it back together. He spent about a week in the hospital before coming home to his mother's house to recover. He had a cast from the top of his thigh to his toes.
Mark's arrival at Tricia's house really screwed up John's life. Tricia did not want John to stay over while Mark was with her, nor would she stay at John's house. John would be damned if he was going to sneak around to have sex with her. He was almost fifty and her son was in his twenties. They all knew that Tricia and John were in a relationship, which involved having sex, as normal adults will do. But Tricia wouldn't hear of it.
"We'll just have to wait until he gets better and moves back to his place. It won't be that long."
They were out to dinner at the local family steakhouse.
"This is ridiculous. Mark knows we're together, Tricia. He's not a little boy."
"I know that, John. It's not about him. It's about me. I just feel uncomfortable with the idea of…you know…with Mark just across the hall."
"Tricia, please say it."
She huffed.
"I feel uncomfortable having sex
with Mark right across the hall."
She blushed to the top of her head.
"First of all, we're not just having sex. We're making love to each other. Which means you feel uncomfortable making love to me with your son around."
"John, let's not quibble over my word choice…"
"You know it's not the same thing. You do know the difference, right?"
He aggravation was building. She shrugged.
"And second, I can't wait that long. I can't wait that long to make love to you again."
He was disappointed she didn't feel the same as he did. It had been four days and he was dying.
"John, it's not that long, a couple of weeks. Goodness. What did you do in the past when you were away?"
You don't want to know. He shook his head. Anyway, this was different from his past relationships. One day apart was too much for him. He missed her soft submission, he missed sleeping with her draped over his body, he missed her breath on his face. It made him sad that she wasn't experiencing the same feelings.
She leaned in to kiss him. She thought it would make him feel better. She pressed her mouth to his and licked his lips with the tip of her tongue. She liked when he did that to her. She missed his loving terribly. She felt depressed without his physical presence. And when they were together, like tonight, and couldn't consummate, she was unbelievably frustrated. She hadn't felt this with Cary.
