It was just too much for Matthew to resist. Hoping to stave off orgasm just a little while longer he reached out and placed his hands on her breasts. When she didn’t object he started to squeeze, feeling their firmness beneath.
A soft moan escaped from her mouth and she sat down on top of his cock and stayed there. Moving her body quickly forward and back, she grinded on his cock while it was still deep inside her, bringing about a new round of sensations to Matthew’s body and taking him one step closer to orgasm.
He struggled against the inevitability of finishing by squeezing her breasts more tightly. But it was no use. He was simply too far along to hold out for very much longer. And when she leaned forward again and went back to bouncing on his cock it was all over.
“Holy shit,” he said under his breath, looking directly up into her eyes as she hovered over him, her hair covering half of her face.
“It’s okay,” she said, understanding instinctively exactly where he was at. “Just let it go.”
“Are you sure?” he managed to say.
“Positive,” she replied. “I want your cum inside me.” Her voice was a seductive whisper, full of certainty, brooking absolutely no doubt.
So Matthew let himself go, relaxing and letting nature do its work. He uttered a wordless groan and a shiver ran through his body as he expelled his seed up into her warm pussy. She continued to work her body as he came, stopping only after she’d drawn every last drop of sperm from his cock
“I’m sorry,” Matthew said as she climbed off him and sat down on the other side of the couch.
She seemed genuinely confused. “For what?”
“For, you know—”
“Not lasting very long?”
Matthew nodded sheepishly.
She smiled, patted him on the cheek. “There’s nothing to be sorry for. You lasted longer than I expected you to considering the situation.”
“Really?” Matthew didn’t know if he should be proud for exceeding her expectations or dismayed that the bar was set so long.
She nodded. “And don’t worry, I’m certain it’ll get better.” Her ever-present smile grew wider. “After all, practice makes perfect.”
He tilted his head slightly. “Wait a minute, are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I guess that depends on what you think I’m saying. If you think I’m saying that this is going to be the first of many, many sessions over the next few weeks, then yes, I’m saying what you think I’m saying.”
Matthew couldn’t contain the smile that was slowing spreading across his face.
“From the looks of you, I’d say you were thinking the same way I was,” she said.
“Not thinking, but certainly hoping,” he said.
“Well, your hopes have become a reality,” she said. “Unless, of course, you’ve got something—or someone, I should say—better to do.”
“Better?” Matthew said. “Than you? Impossible.”
She laughed. “Good answer, good answer. I think this is going to be the start of something special.”
“I think so too.”
“Of course, I hope you understand that no other session is going to be as basic—or as quick—as this one. Think of what we just did as a ‘getting to know you’ session. Or a pop quiz, if you prefer.”
“Call it whatever you want, it doesn’t matter to me. As long as I passed.”
“You did, but barely. Call it a C minus. You need to do a lot more studying if you want to get an A.”
“I’ll do whatever it takes,” Matthew said. “I’ve always been a good student.”
“I’m sure you have,” she said, standing up. “Now, about that whatever-it-takes comment; did you mean that?”
“Of course,” Matthew said, raising his eyebrows in expectation. “Why?”
“Well, considering how early in the day it still is, I was hoping we could get a little more practice in.”
“Right now?”
“Sure,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders. “Why not?”
“I don’t know,” Matthew said. “It’s just . . . we just finished up . . . and—” he broke off, not wanting to actually say the words.
“And what?” she said, not letting him off the hook.
He just looked at her, too embarrassed to continue on.
“There’s no need to be shy,” she said. “What we just did should facilitate communication, not inhibit it.”
He’d never thought of it that way. It certainly made sense; enough to allow him to spit it out, at least. “It’s just so soon afterwards,” he said. “I’m not sure I can get it up again so quickly.”
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, giving him a sly grin. “I’ll take care of that part.”
She stood up and held out her hand. After only a moment of hesitation, Matthew took it. She led him across the room, towards a hallway on the other side of the stairs. Down the hall, past two closed doors and into the room at the end they went.
It was a bedroom. In the center of the room, against the far wall, was a California King bed with black silk sheets and somewhere around fifteen pillows piled up against the headboard.
“You like?” she asked, sitting him down on the bed.
He nodded. “I like very much.”
She pushed on his shoulders, forcing him to lie down. Then she spread his legs and slid her body up his until their faces were just inches apart, her body on top of his, her breasts pressing up against his chest, her pussy right about at his belly button. She ran one hand through his hair and traced the outline of his lips with the other one.
“So you’ve had trouble getting it up again quickly in the past, huh?” she said, talking softly, seductively, her eyes locked onto his.
“I don’t know that I’ve ever tried,” he said. “All the times I’ve done it before we were finished up shortly after I did.”
Laughing, she said, “Ah yes, young lovers and their fumbling around, never quite sure what they’re supposed to do, afraid to ask for what they want, always worried about the other persons feelings, about doing the wrong thing, about upsetting their partner. Luckily we don’t have any of those issues. Do you know why?”
Matthew shook his head. He was completely under her power, too transfixed by her words to utter any of his own.
“Because I know exactly what I want and I’m not afraid to tell you what to do,” she said. “Not because I don’t care about your feelings, but because I know that communication is the key to understanding each other. And understanding each other is the key enjoying each other fully. Plus I know more about what you want than you do. Because how can you know what you want before you’ve experienced it?”
She seemed to be waiting for an answer so Matthew obliged. “I’m guessing you can’t.”
“That’s exactly right, she said. “But lucky for you I’ve got more than enough experience for the both of us. So I can show you what you want, even if you don’t know you want it yet. Like right now. You want to touch me, right? To please me. To make me feel good.”
Matthew nodded.
“But you’re not sure how to do it, are you?”
He shook his head.
“Because some girls like to be kissed, some like their breasts to be fondled, others like their nipples pinched. One likes their pussy rubbed, another their clit to be flicked, a third likes fingers inside her. And then how many fingers? One? Two? Three? Four? How is a man supposed to know what to do if they aren’t told? And how many people are comfortable enough to actually talk about such things?”
“None that I’ve been with,” Matthew said, his heart beating against the walls of his chest and his breath coming more quickly as his excitement rose. To hear a woman—a gorgeous, naked woman who was lying on him, no less—talk like this was something he’d never thought could happen. So many mysteries being revealed, so many questions being answered, so many of his hidden fears being laid to waste; he could feel walls crumbli
ng down inside him.
“Do you want to please me?” she asked.
“With everything I have.”
“Then kiss me.”
Matthew lifted his head and pressed his lips against hers. His tongue darted inside her mouth, started exploring around, and hers did the same.
“Now let your hands explore,” she said, breaking off their kiss and bringing her mouth up to his ear just long enough to say the words before returning her lips to his.
So Matthew did, running his hands over her head, through her hair, and down her back, eventually settling on her ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze, one in each hand, feeling her tight ass beneath her smooth skin.
She broke off their kiss once again. “That’s a start,” she said. “Now turn me over so you’re on top.”
He did as he was told without thought, more than happy to be led along by her, not having to worry about making a mistake, about taking things too fast, about pushing too far.
“Now suck on my nipple,” she said, pushing down on the top of his head.
“With pleasure,” he said, sliding his body down and taking one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking on it like he was a baby getting fed. He could feel it hardening inside his mouth, giving him more to suck. The sounds of her excitement filled the room, spurring him on. Looking up at her he could see her eyes were closed and a look of pleasure was stamped on her face.
He sucked harder for a few seconds, then pulled back, letting his lips pull on her nipple for a moment for popping it out of his mouth.
She let out a blissful little yelp and followed that with another delighted moan as he took her other nipple in his mouth and gave it the same treatment.
After working on the other nipple for a bit she reached out and grabbed his arm at the wrist. He looked up at her expectantly, wondering if she wanted him to break it off but she shook her head.
“Keep doing what you’re doing,” she said as she pushed his hand down the length of her body. “I’m just adding another element into the mix.”
Matthew allowed her to guide his hand down until it was between her legs. Putting her hand on the outside of his, she pressed his hand against her pussy and rubbed it up and down.
She was soaking wet, her juices everywhere.
“Stick two fingers inside of me,” she said.
Matthew did. They slid in without so much as a hint of resistance. He moved them back and forth against her, quickly picking up speed.
She grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Slower,” she said. “Don’t be so anxious. Build it up gradually.”
“Sorry,” Matthew said.
“Don’t apologize,” she replied. “Don’t ever apologize. Just listen. And pay attention. And learn.”
“How do I know when to . . .”
“Go more quickly?” she said.
Matthew nodded. He was still finding it difficult to talk openly about what they were doing. He wasn’t sure why, it was some sort of a mental block.
“I’ll tell you,” she said. “Eventually you’ll learn how to read it yourself, but for now, just listen and do what you’re told.”
So he did, slowing down a bit, getting in a rhythm, only speeding up when she told him to, eventually slipping another finger in at her request, following her every direction as accurately as he could, from depth to speed to positioning to what to do with his mouth, his tongue, his other hand.
Matthew was surprised to find that her enjoyment was getting him off. The more she got into it the more he did too, and it didn’t take long before his cock was rock-hard once again, without her so much as touching it.
“See,” she said, reaching down and giving Matthew’s cock a couple of strokes with her hand while he continued banging her. “I told you I’d take care of that part, didn’t I?”
Matthew nodded, too busy to talk.
“Now let’s see you put it to good use again,” she said. She pulled his hand out of her pussy, stuck his index finger in her mouth, licked it clean, and popped it back out of her mouth. “Do you think—” She popped his middle finger in her mouth and gave it the same treatment. “You can—” She paused in order to lick his ring finger clean too. “Do that?”
Matthew swallowed hard and again nodded. He knew that eventually he’d have to get over the embarrassment of talking during sex but for now he was going to stick with what was comfortable.
She slid up and away from him. Still on her back, she spread her legs and beckoned him over. “Then come over here and stick that giant cock inside me.”
Matthew didn’t need to be told twice. He practically jumped atop her, so anxious was he to fuck her pussy again. Grabbing his cock in his hand he slid it inside her and started to move quickly against her.
“Ah, ah, ah,” she said, her hand on his chest to halt his progress. “Slowly, just like with your fingers. Take your time. There’s no need to rush. It’s not a race.”
He started to apologize again but she cut him off by covering his mouth with her hand.
“I told you before, no apologies. You don’t have anything to be sorry about. This is a learning process. Nobody gets it right the first time. Okay?”
Matthew nodded.
“I want to hear you say it,” she said. “I want to be sure you understand.”
“Okay,” he said quickly, wanting to get it over with. His cock felt like it was going to burst through his skin. “I understand.”
“Slowly,” she said, drawing the word out.
Matthew dropped his gaze for a moment. With his cock still inside her, he took a deep breath to gather himself, then looked back up at her gorgeous face. “Okay,” he said, far more calmly this time. “I understand.”
“Then prove it,” she said.
He leaned in and starting kissing her. While moving his lower half very slowly inside her, Matthew explored her mouth with his tongue.
As she returned his kiss Matthew found himself moving slightly more quickly, still taking his time as much as possible, but unable to completely contain his excitement.
“That’s it,” she said, pulling her mouth off of his. They were face-to-face, their noses practically touching. “There you go. Right there, baby. Right there.”
Her encouragement didn’t help him stay calm. In fact it got him more excited, causing him to move faster against her. Which he was starting to think was her purpose all along, as the more quickly he moved against her the more she talked, which just got him going even faster, to which she replied by talking even more. She had to know what she was doing to him.
“Give it to me,” she said, her voice louder now, more intense, pushing him further and faster with every word. “Fuck me with the big cock of yours. That’s right. Like you mean it. Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Matthew was giving it to her with everything he had now, his cock slamming into her pussy with every bit of force he could muster.
“God-dammit!” she screamed, losing herself for the first time. “That feels so fucking good! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna fucking cum, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t fucking stop!”
He couldn’t stop, not now. It felt too damn good to even think about slowing down, let alone stopping. And her being so into it just turned him on even further. Right about now Matthew was a speeding train that had lost all its brakes. There was only one thing that could end his ride. The end of the line.
They got there at almost exactly the same time, her body shaking and shimmying beneath him just as he tensed up in anticipation of finishing up for good. Her gyrations put him over the edge, causing him to shoot his seed inside her without the usual extended moment of anticipation before release.
“Not bad,” she said between large gulps of air after they’d stopped moving against each other. “Not bad at all.”
Smiling, Matthew climbed off of her and dropped onto the covers next to her. He was proud of himself. He wasn’t sure exactly why, but he felt good nonetheless. Far different than the guilt he usually felt after orgasm.
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bsp; She turned on her side and looked over at him. “You did good, kid. Surprisingly good, actually.”
“Thanks,” he said, feeling his face growing red. He was never very good at taking compliments.
“So what do you say? Should we try this again tomorrow. Say, around noon?”
“I can probably do that,” he said. “But I need to know one thing before I commit to anything.”
“Just one?”
“For now.”
“Then fire away,” she said.
“What’s your name?”
She looked at him and smiled. “Danielle.”
Matthew nodded approvingly. The name fit her perfectly. “Pleased to meet you, Danielle. I’m Matthew.”
“I know,” Danielle said.
“You do?”
“Of course,” she said. “Do you think I’d just bring home a stranger to fuck?”
“Well, I . . .” Matthew stammered.
“I’ve had my eye on you for a while, Matthew T. Carter. Quite a while, indeed. Of course, if I would have known how big that hand cannon you keep beneath your pants was, I would have manufactured our little collision quite a bit sooner.”
He tilted his head and eyed her carefully. “You planned this whole thing out?”
“More or less,” she said. “This morning was supposed to be the first of many accidental occurrences that would have inevitably led to the same situation that played out here today, but lucky for me things turned out differently than I had planned, so I sped up the process a bit.”
“How’d you know I go along with it?”
“Please,” she said with a smirk. “What young man wouldn’t take the opportunity I was affording him? Anyone you know?”
He had to admit, she had him there. “No, I guess not,” he said with a little chuckle.
“Of course they wouldn’t,” Danielle said. “Just as none would pass up the chance to continue the affair.”
“You’re that confident I’ll keep on coming over, huh?”
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