“I’m not the one going commando here,” I threw back at him.
And then he was flipping me on to my back, taking my shirt off in one deft movement. It was quite impressive.
“Your tits are gorgeous,” he exclaimed as he settled himself between my legs.
“Uh, thanks?” I felt on display, like a goddamned sculpture in an art gallery. It would probably be odd if I tried to cover myself. But the longer he stared down at my breasts, the more self-conscious I became.
“Can you do something already? This is getting uncomfortable,” I griped.
Lucas grinned. “Yes ma’am.” And then his lips latched onto my nipple and his hand slithered down my pants.
I arched my back and gasped. “You can follow directions at least.”
His fingers were inside me. His tongue was everywhere. Things were moving at lightning speed.
“I can do better than follow directions. I’ve always been told I’m quite the self-starter,” Lucas said, kissing a trail from my breasts back up to my mouth.
“Self starter, huh?” I giggled.
Lucas bit down on my bottom lip. “Less talking, more getting naked.”
Clothes were on the floor. We were only sweat and skin. I moaned as his fingers worked me over, orgasm imminent.
“You need to touch me. Now,” he ordered, his thumb pressing against my clit, his mouth on my breast again.
“Oh, sorry,” I rasped, wrapping my hand around his cock. I was bad at this. I hadn’t given a hand job in years. Was it like a riding a bike? Would I remember what to do after a few tugs?
I tried to jerk him off. I moved my hand quickly up and down. I tried to integrate a swirling wrist motion for effect. To make it seem like I knew what I was doing. Maybe a pinch? Did guys like that sort of thing?
I noticed him wince. Guess not.
“Am I not doing it right?” I asked, feeling stupid.
“You’re great, love. It’s just can you slow it down a notch? I’m feeling chub rub starting. And no more pinching.”
I let go of his penis in mortification. “I’m so sorry.”
Lucas kissed me. “Stop apologizing. I like you touching me. Don’t think about what you’re doing, just do it. Does that make sense?” He took my hand and wrapped it around him again. Together we started stroking him.
“Just like that,” he whispered, sucking on my ear lobe. “Perfect. Fucking hell.”
I lost track of time after that. There was lots of kissing. Lots of touching. Lots of moaning.
I saw him reach for his wallet. He pulled out a condom.
Then I felt him between my legs.
“Hang onto me,” he grunted. I held on as he lifted me up. He sat upright and slowly eased me down onto his cock.
“Oh my god,” I gasped as he filled me.
“Jesus Christ,” he groaned.
Neither of us moved for a moment as we adjusted to the feel of each other.
I was tight. Almost too tight. I could say it was the enormous size of Lucas’ dick that was the problem, but it was more to do with the fact I hadn’t had sex in a few years. Though his size was a nice bonus.
“Is this all right?” he asked, his voice cracking.
