He rested his hands on her hips, settling her into place. Her most intimate place pressed against the hardened length of him. He lifted his hips slightly, stifling a moan as he felt the sensation of her pussy rubbing along the length of his cock.
It was time. She hoped he was ready for a sexy reality check. If she was going to give herself, she thought, it was going to be on her own terms. Her fingertips caressed over his earlobe as she smoothed his hair back, and then suddenly her hand was tight in his hair, pulling his head back, forcing his eyes up to meet hers. “So that’s how you want to play it, Frank?”
She thrust against him again. He resented the fabric between them. His pulse was pounding and his cock felt constricted by his clothing. The rush of sensations had garbled his thoughts. He had never acted this way with a woman in his life. Frank pulled himself together and pinned his gaze on Eliza’s face. Her eyes met his fiercely, and he slowly nodded yes.
“I thought I was going to show you the ropes. Explore the fun and games with you,” She sounded a little breathless. She felt so good in his arms, so good in his lap. He recognized her experience in the matter, it oozed out of her. This lady was the real deal, normal, rational and erotic, too. The role reversal aroused him, and he would willingly follow anywhere she wanted to lead.
He loosened his grip and relaxed back on the couch. “You’re right, Eliza. I didn’t mean to rush things.” A wry smile played across his lips. “You’re the teacher tonight. Consider me the apt pupil.”
She chuckled at the thought of him imitating a little schoolboy and knew that was absolutely not what she wanted. Not tonight, or any night.
She dipped her head down and dropped a little kiss on his lips, and then leaned back, pressing herself against him intimately.
He sounded a little breathless. “I don’t know how you do it, but you get to me so quickly, Eliza.”
“Does that mean you can’t control yourself? You feel the urge to reach out and take and there’s no finesse?”
Her fingers were making short work of the buttons on his work shirt, spreading the crisp edges and fanning out over the dusting of hair on his chest.
“Your job is to enjoy, and allow me to have fun.”
“Oh, Hell,” he chuckled. “I think I have been the recipient of your fun before….”
The ancient sofa creaked a little as she rocked back and rose up, pulling him to his feet beside her in one smooth motion. She turned and lead the way down the hall to the door at the end. He had a brief worry as the thought entered his head that he still wasn’t officially divorced yet, but she turned as she entered his bedroom and he could see the tight peaks of her nipples under her silk blouse. In another world, where he was a jock or a superhero or even one of the cool kids at school he would have dipped his head and sucked that pointy little nipple into his mouth. But this lady had made it very clear.
There were some kind of rules. No rushing things. They had the whole evening, endless nights in the future to explore each other. He wanted her to show him how she liked it. How she wanted to be undressed, and how she wanted to be made love to.
A shiver went through him. Making love. Something he hadn’t done in a long time, and something he had a feeling Eliza Hamilton did very well. The inner student in him respected her as the instructor, and the giving soul inside him hungered to please her, to maybe try some of the things he had only read about in men’s magazines or online erotica sites. Oh, God, he hoped she would do some of those things. She sure hadn’t held back in the theater.
He tried to keep his breathing even as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and smoothed it back off his shoulders. She took a minute to match the shoulder seams and lay it flat over the back of a chair. He felt ridiculously pleased. She really did know him well.
Next, she hooked her fingers through the waistband of his belt and jerked him a step closer. He came willingly and felt his dick respond every time she took a little bit more control or shook him a little more roughly.
She slid the leather strap out of the buckle and opened his button fly, easing the zipper open. She examined the telltale bulge that tented his boxers out towards her hands.
“These are pretty, Frank. Too bad they aren’t boxer briefs. Anyway, you can be sure to have those next time we go out?” He stood staring as her perfectly manicured pink nails plucked at the fabric.
He nodded dumbly and prayed he’d remember. “Boxer briefs.”
Eliza took hold of the waistband on each side and shucked him out of his pants like an ear of corn. One smooth motion and suddenly he was stepping out of them. She lay those, too, neatly over the chair back. “Thank you,” he mumbled.
She smiled brightly, taking a moment to send her gaze over him. Now that she had him stripped down to his boxers and in good lighting, she liked what she saw, broad shoulders, a trim waist, just the hint of ab muscles, and below those abs… evidence that he was very much enjoying their evening.
“You look so sexy, Frank.” He stood rooted in place while her hands went to the deep V of her neckline and unbuttoned a few invisible buttons, letting her top drape open as she shimmied out of her black crepe pants.
Then it was his turn to admire her lush body. Her skin was pale and smooth, and she was a sight in her lacy black bra and panties. They matched her dark hair and black heels perfectly. Eliza took his hand and led him the few steps to the bed.
“You promise to let me have my fun?” He couldn’t resist her teasing tone or the quirky brow that arched high on one side. Her dark eyes held him, framed by thick dark lashes and perfect eyebrows. He had never paid so much attention to the details of a woman’s face, before, but Eliza charmed him, drew him in.
“You promise?” she asked again, a little more forcefully.
“Ummmhmmm, he moaned softly. ” He wasn’t sure what he was agreeing to, but with this woman, it was bound to be explosively sexy. He had secret hopes, fantasies he had boxed up and put away, that maybe this sexy lady might reopen.
Eliza turned him and crowded him back towards the bed. She pressed two fingers lightly under his chin, and that butterfly touch was enough to guide him, to move him back, and then draw his face down for a soft kiss. One step back, and then another, until he felt the bed bump up against the back of his knees. He felt a rush of sensations: anticipation and arousal.
A gentle push with her fingertips and he sat down and scooted back on the bed, making room for her to lay down beside him.
She crawled up onto the bed, giving him a perfect view of her heavy breasts down the gaping top of her bra as she drew closer. His throat went dry. He wanted to kiss her, to touch her, and to have her touch him. God, she was good at this teasing thing.
Eliza moved to lay beside him, and he guessed her intention. Laying down flat he pulled her close and curled her up in the crook of his arm, letting her settle in, fitting beautifully. He dropped his nose and smelled her soft, shiny hair. Her fingers traced patterns over his chest, teasing lower, but still not rushing it.
“I love cuddling like this, all warm and snug.” Eliza said, “Safe and protected.”
Frank nodded. The feeling of her next to him, skin on skin, felt so right. Somehow she made him want to puff up his chest and respond, “I’ll protect you!” But he held back, watching her and seeing where she was taking this encounter.
Her fingers found and teased into the opening in his boxers, her nails gently scraping over the sensitive head of his shaft and making him squirm. It was too much, and it wasn’t enough. He was disappointed when Eliza dropped a kiss onto his broad chest and reared back.
“I forgot my purse in the other room. Why don’t you wriggle out of these plaid boxers while I go get it.”
She slid back and bounced off the bed. He watched her sexy ass sway as she disappeared back down the hallway.
She amazed him. She dumbfounded him. He wasn’t sure what she needed in her bag. He hoped it was full of condoms or a diaphragm or something of that nature. He did have a brand new b
ox of Trojans in the nightstand drawer. It had seemed a little presumptuous to buy them, but better to be prepared, even if tonight wasn’t the night.
The door hit the coiled up doorstop hard as she swept back into the room. The twang of the vibration hovered for a few seconds in the air as she stood there with her red handbag in one hand.
“What is going on in here?” Her tone sounded a little less playful and a little more harsh.
“Welcome back…” he smiled.
“I could swear I suggested you step out of those boxers while I was in the living room. I went all the way there to give you privacy, and I come back and you’re still laying there daydreaming.”
His hands flew to his shorts and started pulling them down. To hell with modesty.
“Just because I phrase it as a request, doesn’t mean it’s up for discussion.”
He got the undershorts untangled from his foot and tossed them onto the floor. “Yes, Ma’am,” he joked, still smiling.
Eliza’s eyes glanced at him splayed out there on the bed like a feast for her. Her eyes shone with heat as she kicked out of her pumps and shrugged out of her silk top. She crawled back up onto the bed in slow motion, liking the way his eyes followed her breasts.
“I think I like it when you say, ‘Yes, ma’am’.”
She took hold of both his stockinged feet and pulled him roughly down towards the foot of the bed, and then lay herself down along his left leg.
“Reach those two hands back up behind your head and take a firm grip of the headboard.” Her tone was no nonsense, and he complied immediately. He’d do whatever it took to continue this game.
“Yes, ma’am” She could hear the laughter in his voice. But for all the humor, the tension in the air was very serious.
Her hand slid up the inside of his thigh, crinkling the hair, getting to know the feel of him as she draped herself over his leg. He loved the feel of it, the smooth heat of her skin, and then the slightly rougher edge of her panties. Her weight was slight. She propped herself up on one elbow and leaned over him.
She turned and smiled up at him, and his insides unfurled, knowing she was about to introduce him to a whole new world. Her dark eyes looking up at him over the length of his nude body.
Eliza seemed to want to touch all of him. She nuzzled close to his belly, inhaling the musky smell of his arousal. Her hands roamed the velvet skin of his inner thighs, and then found his heavy ball sack.
She couldn’t wait to show him what he’d been missing. Ever since he first mentioned he had never had a blow job, she had been planning this.
Her palm cupped him, lifting his balls, cupping them and giving them a gentle squeeze.
He moaned softly, twisting, turning towards the warmth of her mouth. But her grip tightened threateningly.
“Hands on that headboard, sexy, and just relax your legs. You will enjoy it, I promise.”
His cock was bobbing already, and she gently lifted it by the base and steered it towards her lips. Her eyes were up on his face, focusing on him, taking in the look of pleasure and the way his eyes rolled back and a soft moan blew out on a breath when she pressed the crown of his cock to her lips and welcomed it into the warmth and wetness of her mouth.
“Oh, shit” Frank bit out… her mouth, her tongue… just the thought of such intimate attention from her made his hips rise up off the bed. It was silky sweet hot blinding ecstasy, but he quickly recalled her words about not ruining her pleasure, and even though he could have easily exploded right at that moment, he got himself under control and held himself still. He pulled himself somehow back from the edge and let her lips roam over him, licking down the sides of his cock, flicking along the rim under the head.
And those hands, massaging his balls. He spread his legs wider, inviting her to play more, although he wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep from cumming.
Eliza had him right where she wanted him. His muscular thighs spread wide, her body contoured against one, and the space between allowing her hands free to roam, touching, stroking. His low moans told her all she needed to know. He was enjoying their interaction as much as she was, or more.
He had fussed a little at the start, not 100 percent willing to commit to letting her be in charge, but once they allowed the passion to rise he had become more receptive to her lead. Most men did, and that thought made her chuckle. As far as she knew, all men responded this way. She was more confident he wouldn’t doubt her leadership again.
She gave his throbbing cock a leisurely lick and left her lips surrounding the head. She looked up at him through her dark lashes, met his eyes from across the bed, and once again was amazed she had found someone so perfect. He was in good shape, much better than she herself was. Not sharp muscular definition, but just enough that he probably went to the gym a few times a week. She was going to have to go with him and get herself toned up.
Enough, she pressed him down into the sheets and slurped his heavy cock into her mouth. He gave a ragged groan and thrust up against her. She slapped his opposite thigh sharply and turned to him. “Frank! What did I say about controlling yourself?”
“I know, Eliza. I am doing my best, but you have to know…” He shook his head and turned to wipe the sweat from his brow onto his biceps. “This is all new to me. Forgive the interruption. Please continue…” His smile was contagious.
She laughed again. “Since you asked so nicely, let’s see what else I can think of that might be new to you.”
“Oh, God…” he sighed.
She sucked the tip of him back between her lips. A soft moan of her own echoing his. He was heavy and thick. Strong and sure of his masculinity. He was content to give her whatever she wanted to take. And man, did she plan to take a lot.
Eliza kept hold of his balls and gently nudged his legs farther apart.
“Here’s where you have to trust me, Frank. Can you do that? Trust I know how to make you feel good?”
In response, he spread his legs wider and relaxed his death grip on the headboard. He was eager to see where this led, eager to see how far she’d go. He was still somewhat dazed she was so into the practices and games most other ladies considered ‘naughty’, but he didn’t mind. He figured he had struck gold the day he met her.
She turned away from him for a moment, and he watched her fishing in her purse. Too big and too disorganized, as usual. He watched in fascination as she applied lip balm and then dropped the tube back into her bag. Next she pulled out another tube of balm, or Vaseline or lube.
She applied a dollop to her finger, and then she bent back over his hip. He closed his eyes, scarcely daring to hope she might be about to go into such unknown territory for him.
Her lips returned to his shaft and built up a slow rhythm, bringing him higher and higher. The tension built, and he held onto the headboard, enjoying, and keeping his passion tightly controlled.
He wasn’t afraid of what might happen, he knew he would allow her to use his body for her pleasure, and he knew she was a woman who knew how to express her passions is ways most others didn’t. He felt her warm hands caressing his inner thighs, his balls, and his taint. He sucked in a breath as her finger found his tight little rosebud and swirled around it, spreading lube and then slipping in.
“Shit, Eliza…” he could scarcely breathe as she slowly worked her forefinger up inside him. He had a moment of nervousness, wondering if he knew this woman well enough for this, and he gave a snort of laughter. He was so far out of his controlled existence. Not going to be possible, he thought, to rationalize being swept up in desire and romance.
“Something funny, sexy man?” Her finger was deep inside him, his inner muscles gripping her tight. His cock was thrumming, wanting to cum hard and heavy in her mouth.
“No, Ma’am. Well, I just had the thought that we seem to have come a long way down the road to new experiences.”
She pressed a little farther in and gave her finger a teasing wiggle. “What, never done this before? Never allow
ed your lover to feel you on the inside?”
He gave a squeaking laugh and conceded. “No! Forgive me, Eliza. It’s just that I am a bit rusty….”
This time it was her turn to giggle. She pressed in, feeling the warmth of his skin and smoothness of his inner muscles. She got a serious look on her face and her finger wiggled and probed.
“Nope, not finding anything rusty in here, mister.” She had him laughing too, shedding off the worry and tension of such an unusual circumstance. “But let me check again, just to be sure!” She explored deeper and gave her finger a second teasing wiggle. His whole body shook with laughter as he squirmed and thrashed on the bed.
Eliza nipped his cock playfully, “Even if you are rusty, I bet all your plumbing still works just fine!” She placed her mouth back on him and sucked deeply, like she loved the taste of the slippery clear fluid that oozed out of him. She teased the opening it seeped from with her tongue. “How’s my rusty lover feeling?”
“Like I could cum at any moment…”
“Good,” she chuckled and went back to work. Easing her finger in and out, letting the slow drag of skin on skin combine with the feel of her lips and teeth on his shaft. “Give me a heads up when there’s no stopping it…”
He gave a little teasing thrust, feeling his cock bump into the seam of her lips. “Yes, ma’am!” he replied, all enthusiasm. He hadn’t been this enthusiastic about anything except Eliza in years.
He closed his eyes and just felt her touch all over him, in him, teasing him, stroking him, and her mouth, oh God, the feel of her mouth on him. She was such a sensual lover. Nothing could have prepared him, that this was what she would choose. It blew his mind. He could feel the orgasm building inside him and let it grow. Let her feed the fire, stoking until he finally ground out, “Point of no return, Eliza…”
She sucked harder, drew him deeper, and froze like she wanted to feel every twitch and every jerk of his cock as he came for her. He arched taut against the bed and groaned hard, air escaping in a long breath broken up by energetic spurts.
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