Explicit Sex
I would be lying by omission not to say I was thoroughly excited to see his penis. Not only that, I wanted to know what it felt like, tasted like. But I also didn’t want to show my excitement, fearing that it might give him performance anxiety.
There was no need to fear. This man was self-assured. He stood boldly, naked, and unashamed, like he knew what I was thinking and wanting and was well-equipped to give it to me.
“Will this do?” he teased, holding his hand beside his goldilocks manhood like a model presenting a prize.
“I suppose that will do,” I teased him back.
He asked for my consent and went to town. This was not his first rodeo. He kissed my lips, neck, shoulders, arms and then lingered on my nipples. I hadn’t told him my nipples were my “on” switch, but the way I moaned and dug my fingers into his back surely told my secret. He stayed on them until my hips began involuntarily gyrating. Without my saying a word, he sensed I was about to cum.
“Not yet,” he whispered instructively and moved his sexy lips down to my stomach, my navel, down, down. He reached under my thighs and pushed my legs back to my ears like a pro. His tongue went places no tongue had ever been before. He pecked, licked, tickled, twirled, caressed, nibbled, and blew. It was like my womanhood was an amusement park, and he had an all-day pass.
I kept telling myself to breathe, but then I’d want to cum, and I didn’t want to cum yet, so I’d hold my breath again.
And then he stopped and looked me over like he was admiring his work.
“My turn to do you.”
“I’m not done doing you.” He grabbed a condom from the nightstand, tore it open with his teeth, and slid it on all in about nine seconds. “Do I still have your consent?”
“Yes.”
I must’ve imagined he would be gentle because I was surprised when he wasn’t. This was not lovemaking. He was fucking me. Hard. And I was all about it. Maybe I’ve heard too many jokes about older men becoming sexually dysfunctional, or seen too many Viagra commercials, but Jeremy defied all those stereotypes. This man had energy and stamina. His hair went flat from sweat. When I came the first time, he didn’t stop thrusting himself into me. Didn’t even let me take a break. He just kept pumping until I came again. And again. I came four times before his finale. Both of us on our knees, he collapsed onto my back, panting so hard I feared he might stroke out.