“Patience,” he whispered. He lifted her hand to his lips and sucked on her middle finger, gently abrading the pad with his teeth, “is a virtue.”
“I never learned that one,” Cara sighed.
“I’m an excellent teacher.” He kissed the inside of her wrist. Nipped at her inner elbow. “Lesson one: redirection.” Before the words could fully sink in, he cupped her tits in his hand and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
Cara cried out and gripped his head. He ever so gently sank his teeth down and bit her nipple. Cara’s hips undulated and he couldn’t stop the rush of heat. Someone liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
He moved to her other breast, sucked and bit. She gasped his name and started to sit up and pull him between her thighs. He murmured, “Easy, babe.”
“I need…”
“What do you need?” He slid down her body to the end of the chaise.
She pushed up on her elbows and looked down at him, “Michael.”
The way she said his name, frustrated and full of passion and wanting and longing. He wanted to give in, just shove her thighs apart and bury his tongue in her wet, pulsing cunt.
He could do that, or he could give her, what he hoped was a somewhat stern look, his voice rough with wanting and just the edge of a command, “Cara. Tell me what you want.”
She whimpered, “You.”
“And?” He slid a hand up along the inside of her calf, over her knee, pausing halfway up her thigh. Beneath his palm, her muscles quivered.
Another frustrated moan. “Are you going to make me beg?”
“Not this time.” He hardened at the slight hitch to her breath. Note to self: Cara liked to be teased. He knew he couldn’t handle dragging this out much longer. He was desperate to taste her, and her pussy was so close.
She was going to come before he ever touched her. All because he somehow knew forcing her to voice what she wanted, what she really needed, made her feel powerful and so fucking sexy. Because she knew he wanted to give it to her. He was getting just as excited by the power play between them.
“I want you to…”
He kissed her other thigh, his mouth hot and wet and she knew without a doubt when his tongue touched her she was going to explode. All she had to do was tell him what she wanted.
This time he spread her legs and kissed her inner thigh. His stubble scraped the delicate skin and she moaned. She half sat up. “Michael.”
“Yes?”
“Eat my pussy.” Her voice cracked on the last word, her bravado not all the way up to the task.
Michael locked eyes with her, all traces of teasing gone. His smile was wicked and sure and god, she could come just watching him look at her. His voice, muffled against her skin, drifted up to her, “I thought you’d never ask.”
Technically it was a demand — holy fuck! The bastard had her spread wide open before him and just him breathing on her made her pussy pulse. She arched up, desperate for his touch, and thank god, he gave it to her, his tongue, flat and wet and hot against her clit. She arched up for more and more.
He licked and then sucked, and she gasped and flexed her hands against the cushions. She was so fucking close. He sensed it, and ever so gently, one of his long, lean fingers slid inside her.
Cara groaned, her thighs tightening around his head.
He slid a second finger inside her and fucked her with his fingers, while he sucked on her clit. It was exactly what she needed.
Lightning arched through Cara and her pussy twitched around Michael’s skilled tongue. She came hard, her entire body shaking and pulsing, her muscles tightening and then falling lax, her body so sated, she couldn’t support herself on her arms any long. She collapsed into the cushions.
Michael joined her on the couch. She snuggled into him only in that moment realizing he was still fully clothed.
“This one was just for you,” he said, reading her mind. “I’m going to think about it tonight, about you, later.” He lowered his voice, “I can still taste you.”
“Does it have to wait until later?” She traced her hand down his chest to his cock bulging through his jeans.
He pressed his hand over hers. “I wanted tonight to be just for you.”
Inspiration struck as Cara stroked her hand across his dick. She propped her chin on her elbow. “Can I watch you…I want to watch you.”
This woman with her soft requests and sexy eyes. Michael undid the zipper to his pants, slid his hand into his boxer briefs. Cara bit her lip, her eyes widening ever so slightly.
To tease them both, he took his time, shoved his jeans and boxers down his thighs and sat back, his dick hard and throbbing.
Cara licked her lips. He gripped his shaft and stroked once. It made him groan and Cara whimper.
With the taste of her pussy still in his mouth, and her rainkissed leaves scent all around him, he stroked up and down, harder and faster, while Cara watched him, her own breath matching his, gasping when he did.
Cara coming, her body taut beneath his mouth, her pussy pulsing, god, just throbbing beneath him. Her legs clenched around his head. He didn’t even think she realized she had grabbed his hair, her fingers gripping his head, as her orgasm rocked through her.
The sound of her coming, the near scream at the end, oh god, it echoed in his mind, and he locked eyes with her.
She whimpered and he grunted and gasped, “Cara!”
And he was coming, his hand covering the head of cock, catching his cum before it could get on anything.
The look in her eyes — this time it was she who looked wicked and powerful — somehow he knew she wanted to be the one to catch his cum, in her mouth, swallowing it as his cock jerked and throbbed. The thought of that, good lord, he didn’t think the orgasm could get more intense, but it did until finally he closed his eyes and collapsed back into the cushions.
He felt Cara get up, heard her walk down the hallway away from him. When she came back, she handed him a towel.
“That was fucking hot.” She grinned. “I didn’t think I could be turned on again after you made me come my brains out, but damn, Michael, that was amazing.” She kissed him, quick and fierce. “I’ll be thinking about that later.
He left a few hours later promising, “Whenever you’re ready for another adventure, you know where I live.”
Cara smiled. “I sure do.” As she shut her door, he heard, “I’ll leave my window open tonight.”
It should not have been possible for his cock to harden at words, but here he was, a man over forty, walking home with a boner.
He made sure he left his window open that night.