I want to kiss him, but he's too busy nuzzling my breasts. His lips seal around my nipple, sucking and then biting gently, sending waves of pleasure through me. As my knees settle deeper into the couch on either side of his hips, I automatically begin grinding against his shaft, right through his boxers.
"So hot," he mutters against my skin. "No women on this mountain for years, then the sexiest girl in the whole fucking universe shows up right in front of me."
His hands slide around my back, then slowly drift lower to my butt, gripping it firmly as his mouth wanders across to nibblethe other nipple. I can't stop squirming, grinding, digging my fingers through the back of his hair. I'm already incredibly wet, feeling everything opening. It’s like my body is begging for this to happen as much as my mind.
"I can feel that hot pussy getting all wet for me," he mutters, lifting us both as he raises his hips and slides his shorts down. I help him shove them to the floor, then I take his massive shaft in both hands.
A visible shudder runs through him. “You have no idea how good that feels, sugar. My cock belongs in your hand. And in your pussy…that pussy belongs to me.”
He cups it firmly, slipping a finger inside and pulling my mouth to his, kissing me hard and rough, but his hand is gentle as he skims his fingertip in and out. My channel contracts around him when his thumb finds my clit, brushing it gently. As lust blossoms deep inside me, there's a playful sense of exploration as we discover what makes the other tick.
Stroking him gently, I wait until a few drops appear at the tip to smear my thumb across it. He adds another finger inside me, increasing the pressure on my tight bundle of nerves, easily coaxing a climax out of me.
"Show me how much you want me, sugar." His voice is a scrape of stone. "Although if you come on my hand, you're going to be very wet. So wet that it might be hard to stop myself from sliding this big, thick cock right inside your pussy." Hearing a man who is sometimes reluctant to speak at all talk dirty like this presses some button deep inside me. "I love that you're so wet for me, baby. That’s it. Squeeze that hot pussy around me."
My eyelids hood, the world blurring as my entire body shakes in a monumental climax.
"Fuck, that's it. Dammit, sugar, you're so hot. I could come just from looking at you."
I almost lose my grip on his shaft, I’m quivering so hard. As soon as I blink away the stars, I take his length firmly in both hands, stroking as hard as I can.
“Mmmmpf," he grunts. "Come here."
He raises my hips for a second before lowering me down. He's so freakishly strong that he simply lifts me gently up and down on his pulsing cock until I open for him completely.
"That’s it, beautiful," he growls as my thighs flex, helping him bounce my hips up and down. His length is soon coated in my juices, and I feel the delicious burning stretch of him filling me completely. The friction is so intense.
I adore the way his rasping breath consumes me. I crave the feeling of his hands controlling me. It hits me again that I love that he's older – that he's a huge, strong man in control of everything around him, except, apparently, his pleasure. That’s all me. He stares at me like I'm the most erotic sight in the world. We find a rhythm together as my hands go around the back of his neck.
“Just look at that pretty pussy," he grunts, while his thickness impales me over and over. "Can't last long. So fucking tight. So hot and sexy and…” His breath heaves as our eyes lock. "Mine."
I'm nodding, but that's not enough for him.
"Tell me you're mine," he rasps, both of us moving faster, the pressure increasing as our muscles begin to tense. "Come on my cock as you tell me you're mine, sugar. Please."
Hearing him beg, feeling the hot length of his shaft pulsing deep, touching every nerve, sends me catapulting over the edge. I writhe and moan as the climax hits me so hard that I legit lose my breath for a few seconds.
I bounce and thrust even harder. "Yes, I'm yours," I gasp desperately. "Yours. Forever."
"That's fucking right, sugar."
He pounds so hard that I know I'm going to feel it for hours. Then I whimper as a wet burst of heat explodes deep inside me. His forehead glistens with sweat as he grips me tight, possessing my mouth, stealing my breath. The kiss goes on and on. It feels like his climax does as well.
Finally we come to a stop, and his broken groan fills my ears. "Joy." He looks straight at me as he fights for air. "I'm yours, Joy. I promise, I'm going to make you so happy."
“You already do."
"Oh, I’m just getting started. Give me a few weeks to get into the swing of things, okay?"
"Whatever you want."
"I want you. And now I have you." He lifts me gently, setting me across his lap. "But I also want you to get some sleep."
Now that all my tension has drained away, the waves of exhaustion instantly take over.
"I love you," I whisper, snuggling my head against his shoulder.
"I love you, sugar."
