My naïve, and mostly innocent self eventually worked up the nerve to grab his cock. He was already throbbing and as I stroked him his head fell back and the most erotic groan I’d ever heard up to that point escaped his lips. I’d never been so turned on and I started kissing his neck. I moved to better position myself as I continued kissing his neck and chest, my breasts brushing up against him as I continued to stroke him.
He asked me if I was sure, he was older and was worried about me. I told him I was very sure. He confided in me that he hadn’t slept with anyone in over three years, and he couldn’t remember the last time he came. He’d been off his antidepressants for long enough at that point, and clearly his ED had cleared up, but his doctor had prescribed Viagra, just in case. “Would it bother you if I took one? I don’t think I need one, but I’ve never had sex while on it and it might be fun.”
I didn’t mind and I told him so. He hopped out of the tub and went to take it. I didn’t close my eyes this time. He had a great ass and as I could tell from a moment ago, he was sizable. He was back in an instant and now he was all over me. Kissing me, moving his hands over every bit of me. He was enjoying every second and every inch. He wasn’t in a hurry and up to this point I’d only slept with people around my age. They were young and hungry and impatient. The only one of those that described him was hungry. And he seemed starved.
He loved my tits. He worshiped my breasts. They were pierced at the time, a first for him. And he took his time exploring, experimenting, rolling the metal around with his tongue through my flesh. My legs were wrapped around him as he adored me and my nipples. He enjoyed that, feeling me around him, grinding on him in the water. But it wasn’t what excited him, really excited him. His fingers found my pussy and the warmth within made his whole-body shiver. I could feel my eyes bulge with excitement realizing what my body did to his.
That was my first experience with edging. He’d get me painstakingly close and then just stop. It was driving me crazy. He did this for almost an hour before he started rubbing my clit with the head of his cock. He asked me again if I was sure. I knew I was, but he’d seemed like such a tease and kept asking. Not to mention it had been years. He’d tried to get interested with someone else. If nothing else just to get back into the groove of it all. I had to ask him if he was sure.
He looked at me when I asked and blinked a few times before answering. “You are a dream come true and I have never been as sure of anything as I am about this right now. You make me feel like a rock star and the only thing I want right now is to fuck your brains out.”
I laughed so hard at his words that my head went back of its own volition. I was no one’s dream. I knew this, but god damn what a line! As I was laughing he thrust his cock all the way into me, hard, hitting my cervix and making me yelp and flounder in the water as his face contorted in a pure joy he’d clearly missed over the years. Even if he didn’t know it, his body clearly did.
We fucked for a while in the hot tub. It’s a fun idea, but practically? Water getting forced out of the hot tub, edges of the tub digging into one’s back, your head hitting the sides, it was wet and messy and fun. But we soon found ourselves in his bed.
His appetite was slightly satiated now, and he took his time. As hungry as he was before, he’d become more sensual. He worshipped my curves as he traced them with his lips. I tried to reciprocate, but he held my hands down when I’d reach for him. Maybe I actually was his dream. I knew I was soaking wet before his cock ever came near me and now, my pussy was practically dripping. I needed him. He could see the begging, pleading in my eyes. He moved over me, and my legs wrapped around him as his hard cock slowly slid back into my slick, warm pussy.
Slowly this time, teasingly. I felt my back arch as my body ached for him to fill me completely. At this point I still hadn’t had a single orgasm and I’d never been so desperate for that release. I’d told him I can only cum from penetrative when I’m on top and taking what I need. But he had complete control in this minute and I wasn’t about to question that. He moved up onto his knees as he kept fucking me. He watched me for a moment before his fingers found my clit.
I came embarrassingly quickly under his skilled ministrations. I came quicker than I ever had, and I came harder than I ever have, before or after. I don’t remember too much of being in that moment, but I remember nearly blacking out, I remember grasping him desperately as my body shook, tears in my eyes, and I remember he started thrusting into me with a frenzy as my pussy clenched his cock with the reverberations from my orgasm.
When I say I came hard, it is of note as it was out of the ordinary, given the intensity. Jason had not had sex in three years. He didn’t remember the last time he’d even came at all. His face, as he filled me, with all the desire and need and hunger of that lost time will be forever etched in my memory. It was erotic and beautiful and quite literally took my breath away. Not to mention the noises he made that make me quiver still to recall them. Now, I have a general idea of how the human body works. I realize he didn’t have a backlog of semen from the past three years, but feeling him fill me up, you could have fooled me. It was a sensation unlike any other as he emptied himself into me. My only regret is that we hadn’t timed it. His orgasm seemed to take an impressively long time to come to completion and I enjoyed every second of it.
I got up relatively quickly to clean up after that. It was clear it would have made a mammoth of a wet spot. Even more so than it already had. I came back to his room to find him laying in bed, hands behind his head as he looked away in a daze. I watched him for a moment. When I’d had these kind of hook ups before I never stayed over. I just didn’t like to, but it felt different with him. There had been passion in this fuck, and I didn’t want to go. But I didn’t know if I should stay. He threw the blankets down and gestured for me to climb in with him. I smiled coyly. It felt a more intimate gesture than what we’d been doing moments ago.
I climbed in and curled up to him. His strong arms going around me again as my breasts pressed up against his side. We didn’t talk. Not for a long time. He was the one to break the silence. “I hope you don’t mind just being here like this. I’m sure you have other places to be. But this, it’s nice. I can pretend for a bit to have a life with a charming and beautiful woman by my side.” I wanted to scoff at his flirtatious words. I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to pretend. He’d find someone. All that shite people say to each other in times like this. I didn’t. I just nuzzled into him all the more, pretending I had someone that cared for me. What’s the harm in both of us pretending, for just a little while?