I don’t think she’s ready. She’s giggled, or a better word, snickered several times at my cock, which she claims is a result of nerves. Either that or sex makes the woman revert to age seventeen again.
“Colette.” I’m looking down at her from above. She’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen, and she’s not even completely nude yet. I am. It took me less than a second to get the rest of my clothes off. Thinking about this sweet woman’s hands on me, well, let’s just say, sign me up.
“What?”
“You seem to be all over the place with this.”
Her eyes move from my own down, hesitating on my mouth. They move lower to the spot between us. I’m pressed against her, my cock nestled between her legs.
He’s home.
She sighs, and I feel her relax beneath me. “I woke up with your hand in my panties, and I was just surprised. I thought I was dreaming.”
Better than a nightmare, I suppose.
“You didn’t like waking up with my hands on your pussy?”
She was already pretty pink, but now she flushes almost red. Not sorry.
“I—I liked it. I just wasn’t expecting it.”
“Okay.” I wait for her to say more, but she doesn’t. “We stoppin’ now, or do you want more?”
“I was going to use my hand on you, but you pulled it away.”
“You want to put your hands on me?”
“I did.” She looks to her left like she’s thinking or like she doesn’t want to look me in the eyes.
Lifting my body up and away from her, I roll onto my back. Placing my hands behind my head, I say, “Have at it.”
Colette is hesitant at first. When she rolls onto her side, I pay close attention as she places her hand on my chest. I close my eyes as she swirls her fingers over my pecs and both nipples, causing gooseflesh to appear down my arms.
“Do you like that?” she asks tentatively.
Silly question. “I love it.”
I keep my eyes shut as her hands travel down over my stomach. When her fingers veer straight down to my shaft, my muscles clench, and I’m pretty sure I gasp, because while I knew this was coming, it was still a shock.
Needing to see what she’s doing, I open my eyes and watch her wrap her hand around me. It moves down, then back up to the head. She squeezes, but not hard enough for my taste.
“’S okay to squeeze harder.”
“Oh.” She glances up at me. “Like this?”
“Fuck.Yes.” She’s good.
She plays and pumps me for several minutes. I’m enjoying the fuck out of it when I see her lower her head. Should I stop her? Should I tell her she doesn’t need to do that?
Nah.
There’s nothing I want more than to have my mouth all over her again, so if she wants the same thing, I’m not going to complain.
Her tongue sweeps over the head, and I feel my eyes roll back. “Jesus,” I growl. When her lips wrap around the head, the suction is so good, my hips pop off the bed. “Yeah.” I want to slide my hand into her hair so bad, but better not. I don’t want to spook her. Plus, I want to know what she’s going to do next.
“Fuck!” I shout as she slides that beautiful mouth of hers down my shaft while gripping me with her hands. I’m overstimulated. If I don’t put an end to this, I’ll come in milliseconds. “Stop.”
“Huh?” She blinks up at me, her face flushed. “Did I do something wrong?”
