Morgan propped himself up again and used his other arm to pull a leg further up so that he could fuck her deeper and harder, giving her all he could. She moaned, a long vocal stretch which accompanied the sound of several beats of his body slapping against hers. She followed this with an almost angry growl of horniness which she matched with a teeth-bearing look directly into his eyes. This appealed to the side of him which desired to tear the meat from her bones and drink her blood as it sprayed from her veins. No doubt this was her intention.
She almost immediately regretted this as it resulted in a quickening of his pace and the arrival of a look in his eyes that told her things were proceeding. She realised immediately that she had just a second or two to make a decision.
Now Morgan started to growl, grunt and pant; a sound that seemed more like a quick build up to something. In that second she made a decision and put her fingers to his lips and shushed him. His rhythm was strong and it would take more than this gesture to reverse things.
“Shhh!” she said authoritatively, providing him with a confidence that she was in control of things and doing what was best for the both of them. She moved her head up to meet him, kissed him quickly and used her slender body to manoeuvre him to the side and onto his back. He relinquished to her and lay back, allowing her to mount him and take charge. She kept her face close to his, not allowing the intimacy to break. After a few light kisses on his lips she lifted her groin up and his wet cock fell out of her vagina and slapped against his belly as it dropped. She shushed again as his breathing and grunting protested. She imagined it was all he could do to stop himself from barking “what the fuck are you playing at!” into her face.
Indeed, Morgan found that he could barely contain his frustration. Little fucking cocktease! Hadn’t she had her fun? He concentrated on his breathing, hoping it would only take a few seconds to repel back down the mountain of stimulation; wondering all the while why he should have to in the first place. She held his eyes and her smile and used this connection to bring the pace of his breathing and heartbeat in line with hers. This worked and after about thirty seconds he found that he was calmer and even somewhat grateful for Lisa’s executive decision.
Seeing the calmness return to his face, Lisa realised she’d won this particular battle and sat up right astride him, brushing her hair back with a satisfied smile. Crisis averted. Morgan could feel the warmth of her pussy in his lap, but told himself not to concentrate on that. He looked around, but there was nowhere else to turn his attention other than his naked, horny wife. He sat up with stealth and clutched at her body, suddenly determined to have his way. Lisa wrestled with his wrists and dismounted from his lap, laughing at his eagerness. Morgan through himself back in a stroppy fashion with a grunt he hadn’t made since his teenage years.
“Poor baby,” she mocked as she stood up. He watched her perfect ass bounce smoothly as she skipped out of the room. Seconds later he heard the tap running in the bathroom and the water collect in a small glass. She returned and sat next to him on the bed, handing him the glass. Morgan took it and sat up to drink a sip. As he did so, Lisa placed her hand on his thigh closest to her, stroking carefully, aware that he may still be easily stimulated.
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
“Much, much better. You’re a miracle worker!”
Morgan rolled his eyes. “There’s water into wine and then there’s licking a girls ass.”
“Why don’t you shut up and take the compliment. Besides, anyone can lick a girl’s ass. You know full well that what you achieve is more than just simple stimulation.”
Her smile was all consuming. He wanted to be honest and tell her that any other man could make her happy and volunteers on any given day of the week would line up in their millions for a chance. But she was happy, she was smiling and she was smiling at him. He just wanted that to last forever.
“Well, once again, if I’d known you were into all this sick shit when we met I would’ve run a mile!” he joked.
“Im not into it,” she ran a finger lightly along his thigh towards his groin “…I’m into you.”
She finished this sentence by taking hold of his cock which, though somewhat limper, was still pumping enough blood to fill her hand.
“Now, it’s time to make good on a promise.”
She positioned her body flat on her front in between his legs and began softly stroking him back to life, bringing her other palm flat to his balls again. Her posture reminded him of a teenage girlfriend who’d lain on her front in his old bedroom many moons ago and leafed through a magazine, nonchalantly kicking her legs in the air behind her. The magazine had been some trashy teenage girls mag which was printed in bright luminous colours and had articles about relationships, makeup and sex advice. She’d read aloud from an advice column which detailed the perfect blowjob and insisted on enacting it there and then. Now here was Lisa, about to put that girlfriend and that advice to shame.
He made room for her in between his legs, lying back against the headboard and adjusting a pillow for comfort. Their eyes had stayed locked on one another as they settled. She smiled; a bejewelled, white-tooth smile of beauty that beamed her love out through her blue eyes. The gaze broke when she closed her eyelids as she took the cock in her mouth and bobbed gently on the head that was almost painfully full. But when she opened them again a few moments later she found he was still looking at her. She held his gaze as best she could as she slowly went about kissing and licking his cock gently and lovingly, occasionally taking it all the way in. He closed his eyes and thanked a god he did not believe in for this exquisite gift. He imagined Lisa in the place of the ex girlfriend. Teenage Lisa: keen to experiment but not wanting cum in her mouth.
Back in the here and now he was aware that she was holding back; still giving pleasure, but not by any means was this the girl who legendarily provided The Great Blowjob of the Third Date, as history now recorded it.
Lisa wanted him to last. As a rule, Morgan’s stamina was good and he almost never left her behind (uni-ass-boy had never once seen her to completion); but still, he was a man: he had moments of weakness. She went about her work calmly; breathing slowly with his hard member in her mouth. She got into a rhythm of stopping every thirty seconds or so to just jerk him gently and smile at him.
After a while he began to breathe deeper, relaxing into the cushiony state of arousal that she had created. He lay back as she loved him with her mouth. He thought of the teenage ex again – Katy. She had been several steps further up the social ladder than him and, he would later learn, rebounding from a serious relationship. It was fated to come to nothing. But only after they’d had some fun. Others: a one night stand with a polish girl who could not pronounce his name; a dark haired Irish girl who’d been casual to the point of uninterested. And of course Sam. Four years of Sam who eventually found more comfort in a better job and a nicer flat. All of them kept court in their own corner of his mind with their own sultry and sordid memory to provide; each curating a special flavour of regret. But they were all numbed by this beautiful woman. Silenced by her daughters screaming laugh.