Making good on her wishes. [MF] | 2016

Read the prequel.

So after our tryst in the park, Trish was texting me nearly constantly (and I was happily texting her back) about what she wanted on our date. Years of poor fulfillment had given her a considerable wish list, and it wasn’t going to be easy to fulfill them. But we planned a night for her to come to my house. Normally I would cook dinner and we would enjoy it together, but this time she wanted more and didn’t want to waste any time.

I saw her car pull up and opened the door as she walked on my porch. She was wearing heels that made her only a few inches shorter than my 6’4” frame, and I welcomed her a kiss on the lips, which she answered by parting hers. Almost instantly we were making out in the doorway with my hand sliding down to her ass pulling her inside. As she came in I closed the door behind her, and kept kissing. She was wearing a wraparound sun dress, that complemented her long, gray-streaked hair, which was pulled back in a ponytail.

I pulled at the knot of her belt, and her dress fell open, revealing a matching set of silver underwear. She broke the kiss. “Where is your bedroom?”

“Upstairs, to the right.”

She immediately started walking up, and I followed closely. When we got to the bedroom, I saw her run her hands along the edge of my bed before turning back to me. “This is much better than the park.” I stepped up against her, my hand at her waist.

“Yes it is.”

I kissed her again, pushing her dress back wish she shrugged off. She was in her 40’s, but definitely “foxy,” and I was enjoying being her first treat to herself after her divorce. I popped the clasp of her bra open, and she worked it off, and then started unbuttoning my shirt, kissing down my neck, as I took my hands to her smaller breasts, cupping them in my warm hands, covering them. When she got my shirt unbuttoned, I reached back and unbuttoned my cuffs, pulling my shirt off. As I did that, she unbuckled my belt, and unzipped my slacks which fell right off.

As I started to kiss her again, both us down to a single bit of cloth on our hips she leaned back.

“Wait. I want you to give me oral first.”

God I love a woman that knows what she wants.

I smiled and told her to lay down. She stretched out on my side of the bed, and I laid down with my shoulders between her knees and started kissing her right thigh on the inside. Slowly winding a path up her thigh, letting her settle in to the moment. As I reached her satin underwear, I kissed her body through the fabric. I curled a finger under the side as if I was going to pull it away, and then stopped and went to her left thigh at the knee. She groaned a little, annoyed but letting me do this. The kisses went faster this time, and when I got to her underwear, I began to kiss and lick like it wasn’t there. She moaned softly, but with impatience. I decided to end the teasing. I slipped my fingertips under the waist band of her underwear. She lifted her hips almost instantly, and I began pulling them down her legs. I love this moment, seeing a woman’s body move almost involuntarily so I can have her. And once I got her panties past her ankles, I started her reward.

I laid down, comfortably resting my face in front of her hips. I was going to be here a while, after all. I extended the flat of my tongue and touched her clit, and was rewarded with an instant moan. Her ex-husband had really neglected her, I could tell, and so I wanted to give her the best oral she had ever had. I hooked my arms under her thighs and let my hands cover her breasts again, caressing them slowly, rolling my thumb over her nipples. Meanwhile I worked my jaw slowly against her clit, sliding my tongue across it with very little pressure. I was in no hurry to get her off, and her moans told me everything. There was no teasing in this, no breaking of the rhythm, just no hurry. Her body undulated under me, as she settled in. Her hand reached back to my head, pushing me against her. I started to apply more pressure and I felt her hips start moving quicker. I matched her motions as they got going faster and then suddenly, abruptly, her body seized, and I saw the muscles in her belly clench hard and her moms caught in her throat, silencing her. I kept licking, and her body convulsed violently until suddenly her hands pushed my face away. I pulled back, and pulled my arms back so I could shift to her face and cuddle her.

She curled under my arm, panting and shuddering as my hand traced the contours of her back idly. Finally she spoke. “What was that?” I just laughed.

“I think it was an orgasm.”

Her hand went to my underwear, finding me half erect, but her hand quickly changed that to fully erect.

“Where are the condoms?”

“In the bowl on the nightstand.” As she rolled over to get them, I pushed my underwear off, and she handed it to me. I tore the package open and stretched it over the head, rolling it down, then I turned my head to kiss her. As we kissed, she shifted her hips, lying flat on her back next to me. I rolled onto her, planting one knee between hers. As I lifted my other knee, shift again, centering her hips under mine. I took hold of my erection and guided it inside her. She moaned loud as I pushed my way inside, her core still so sensitive. I ran my arms under her shoulders, holding them as I pushed inside all the way. Her legs went up, and her face pressed against my chest as I started to work my hips against her.

I paused for a moment and she looked at me. “Do you want to try a different position?” Her eyes went wide.

“Yes!” I pulled her hips to the edge of the bed and stood on the floor, pulling legs onto my shoulders. I thrust again, showing her how deep I can go in this position. She winced a little when I felt her cervix against my tip. I adjusted a bit, making sure not to go quite that far as I began to work my length in and out, watching her reactions closely. Her hands grab the edge of the bed as she moans, really getting into it. I part her legs a bit more and lick my thumb, rubbing her clit again with the wet pad of my thumb, and her body explodes in orgasm like a trigger. Her eyes clench tight as she rides the wave of orgasm, and her legs go quickly limp.

Wow.

“Wow” she says. “Did you come?” I shake my head. “Let me make you come,” she offers. I stop her.

“Just get on all fours.” I pull out of her to let her position herself. I take my position behind her and guide myself back in, which elicits a loud moan. My hands on her hips I start to pull her back and forth and thrust against my motions. She turns her face into the bed to muffle her moans as I pick up speed. Somewhere in there, her hand reaches under to rub her clit again and the orgasms start. But now I’m being greedy, and I keep thrusting as one orgasm after another ripples through. They are getting a little smaller each time, but it doesn’t take that many until I feel my own welling up. I pull her hard against me, planting myself deep inside as I fill up the condom, giving her some moans back as I shake, and then collapse beside her, spooning behind as we both pant and breathe.

“Oh my God.” She says.

“Mmmm”

We stay like that a few minutes until I finally get up to dispose of the condom.

“What time is it?” She asks.

I look at the clock. “About eight.”

She sits bolt upright. “Seriously?!”

“Yes.”

“Where’s your bathroom, I need to go,”

She quickly collects her clothes and darts across the hall as I slowly get dressed, very confused. Ina. Few minutes she comes or looking completely out together again, but flushed. She kisses me on the lips.

“Thank you.”

She kisses me again, slower, I hold her against me. She pauses a moment. “Thank you.” I can feel the conflict inside her, but I make it easy and start walking her to the door. As soon as she hits my porch, I see her phone light up as she calls someone...but I can also see her walk is a little clumsy, and her skin is flushed.

She waves as she pulls out of my driveway, still on her phone, but a much happier lady.