Victoria looked over at the figure sleeping next to her. Richard was a few years older than her twenty-seven years, but regular workouts and a healthy lifestyle kept him in good shape. But, although his body was always a turn on for her, it was the shape lower down, beneath the expensive cotton sheet that held her attention now.
Even in the early morning half-light she could see the outline of his erection, and the sight of it was drawing pictures in her mind – should she slide beneath the covers and take him in her mouth, or should she be more selfish and throw one leg over him, lift his shaft and place the tip between her lips, before sliding down onto him, moaning as she felt him fill her?
The first time they had made love had been a milestone for Victoria. She’d had other lovers in her life, but only two, both of whom had been long term boyfriends, and closer to her age. But neither of them had been able to move her in the way Richard had, and so she’d been blissfully unaware of what she had been missing.
Propping her head on her hand, her long brown hair flowing around her shoulders, Victoria let her gaze linger on Richard’s early morning hardness, images of their first time drifting through her mind.
They’d been on a date a few weeks after their first; she wasn’t sure if it was going to happen that night, but their previous dates had gone so well, and the kiss Richard had given her at the end of their previous one let her know that things were moving on.
Although the thought of preparing for sex made her feel a little slutty – a feeling she had grown to enjoy later – she wanted to make sure she was ready. And so she had made a waxing appointment, and picked out her favorite underwear, a white lace bra with just enough padding to push her 34B breasts into a little more cleavage, and matching thong panties which accentuated her small but firm buttocks.
After an evening at her favorite restaurant, Richard had suggested a drink at his place overlooking the ocean, watching the sunset. She had accepted the invitation and soon they were talking and laughing on his deck above the beach. It was then that Richard had kissed her, running his fingers through her hair, their tongues searching out each other’s mouths. She remembered sighing into his mouth as his fingers traced over her breasts, an act that caused her nipples to stiffen even more, until she could feel them pressing against her bra. Richard had started to slowly undress her until she was in only her underwear in the warm ocean air. He had then led her to his bedroom, laying her down on the crisp white sheets before slowly removing her bra and panties and kissing all over her slim, tanned body.
Victoria shivered as she remembered how Richard’s lips had begun to make their way down over her stomach while his fingers stroked her already stiff nipples. She’d already felt how wet he’d made her with his slow, tantalizing undressing of her, and she’d worried how he would react once his mouth reached between her legs, but as she looked down her eyes met his and she felt his tongue slip inside her.
Her fingers had gripped the sheets as she felt him lick slowly up over her clitoris and her back arched as she felt her climax approaching. Despite the intense sensations she was experiencing, Victoria felt self-conscious, worrying that she would be too loud. She often spent time at her sister’s house and their bedrooms were in close proximity, which meant that when she masturbated she kept her moans to a minimum. But making herself orgasm wasn’t the same as having an attractive older man in just his boxer shorts flicking his wet tongue over her clitoris, and so when she came her stomach tensed, her head lifted from the pillow as her orgasm pulsed through her, her moans and gasps loud, her legs trembling.
She’d reached down, her fingers sliding into Richard’s hair, holding him in place as another orgasm washed over her, her breath coming in short gasps until the sensation around her clitoris and her nipples became too intense. But before she could ask him to stop, Richard ceased, allowing her to begin to relax, her breathing still ragged.
Victoria’s hand felt her nipples stiffen now as she lay next to her sleeping lover, picturing how he had crawled up the bed between her splayed legs, his erection pressing against the material of his shorts. He’d leaned forward and kissed her lips, her breath still coming in short, staccato bursts. Reaching up with her still trembling foot, she tried to pull down Richard’s underwear.
‘Are you sure?’ he’d asked, looking deep into her eyes.
Victoria recalled how she’d nodded. ‘I’m sure.’
Reaching down, Richard had slipped his shorts down, Victoria’s feet helping to pull them over his hard thighs, releasing his stiff shaft.
She remembered how hard he had been, how stiff and smooth he’d felt in her small hands. She’d wanted to take him in her mouth and bring him to his climax just as he’d done with her, but in the moment she wanted to feel him inside her. And so she closed her fingers around him and drew him to her, lifting her legs as she felt the first touch against her soft crevice.
The memory of Richard sliding inside her that first time began to dampen her again. He had gently pushed into her, parting her lips, filling her inch by inch as their lips met and her fingers dug into his back.
That first time they’d made love for almost an hour, Richard bringing her to orgasm twice more, holding back from his own, changing their positions. She had wrapped herself around him, looked back at him as he gently took her from behind and pressed her fingers into his chest as she rode him. As she’d felt his stomach tighten, Victoria had lifted herself to the very tip of his hard shaft, teasing the sensitive head with her soft opening before sliding back down him again. She’d watched as Richard’s mouth opened and she’d gasped as she felt him swell inside her.
She’d fallen forward onto him, kissing his mouth, feeling him begin to soften until he slipped out of her and she lay next to him, wrapped in his arms until she drifted off to sleep.
Victoria leaned over and kissed Richard’s shoulder as he slept, watching his erection, still prominent beneath the sheet.
After that first night, there had hardly been a day when they hadn’t had sex. Sometimes they would make love like their first time, slowly, gently, and other times they would stumble through Richard’s front door, pulling at each other’s clothes, and he would take her, bent over a countertop in his kitchen, holding her hips as he thrust into her. Or they would fall to the floor inside the door and she would take his erection in her hand, guiding it inside her, grinding against him until she came on top of him and he climaxed, pumping his thick fluid inside her.
He would lift her onto any surface available to them, kneeling between her legs, his mouth making her cum over and over. One of them would step into the shower while the other was in there. She would wait for Richard to be under the water before stripping off her clothes and dropping to her knees, taking him in her mouth. She would then tease the head of his erection and take him deeper, stroking the shaft with her lips and hand until she felt him finish in her mouth.
She pictured the times they had slipped down to the beach and made love in the sand, her breasts exposed to the sunshine as she gave herself to him.
Richard had been the first man she’d seen masturbate, and the first man she’d masturbated in front of. One evening at his house they had been teasing each other when he had stopped, moving to his knees and looking down at her on the bed.
‘I want to watch you make yourself cum,’ he’d said, his face unusually serious, and in the moment Victoria had responded by opening her legs and reaching down. Feeling self-conscious, she’d closed her eyes as she began to circle her fingers over her clitoris, reaching up and pinching her nipples as her confidence grew. When she dared to open her eyes, Richard was kneeling between her spread legs, his erection in his hand as he stroked himself. She’d watched him, the head of his penis red and swollen, the sight of him stroking bringing her closer to her climax, the movement of her fingers speeding up as she felt her orgasm building. And as she came, she’d gasped and called his name, and in the moment when her body was wracked with pleasure, she heard him moan and felt his thick ropes of cum splash onto the back of her hand and onto the sheets between her legs.
After that she had enjoyed teasing herself in front of Richard, often buzzing him into her apartment and then greeting him naked in her armchair, one leg draped over an arm, the other stretched out in front of her as she stroked and fingered herself. Sometimes he would drop between her legs and finish for her, other times he would watch until she made herself cum.
She also enjoyed masturbating while he drove. They would be on the freeway, she would wait until his car was cruising, the top down, and she would lift her skirt around her waist, pull off her panties and drop them in his lap before lifting her top, exposing her firm breasts and finger herself in the sunshine, the sound of the road whipping under the wheels, cars passing them as he looked over at her, his erection pressing against his shorts as she came. She would then lean over, release his now throbbing shaft, and suck on him until he climaxed in her mouth.
Reaching down, Victoria lifted the sheet with her free hand, pulling the material off him, exposing his erection. Her eyes flicked to his, but they remained closed, his breathing still even. She took his shaft between her thumb and finger, lifting it before sliding down, circling his swollen head with her lips. Richard’s eyes opened at the sensation around his erection and he looked down. Feeling his movement, Victoria turned to look at him as his hand found her buttocks, his fingers sliding inside her damp opening. Her eyes fluttered for a moment.
‘I saw this under the sheet,’ she said, kissing his shaft. ‘And I thought it must be for me.’
‘It is,’ Richard replied, sliding his fingers forward until they found the firmness of Victoria’s clitoris.
‘Good,’ she whispered as she turned, moving onto her back, pulling him with her. Richard moved between her legs, feeling her wrap herself around him as he slid inside her.
‘Fuck me hard,’ she whispered.
Pulling out of her, Richard thrust back in, pushing Victoria up the bed, causing her to cry out. ‘Keep doing that,’ she said between deep breaths as Richard continued to pump into her to his full length, his teeth nipping at her nipples. Victoria lifted her legs, placing her ankles over his shoulders.
‘Keep going,’ she called. ‘Fuck me until I cum, baby.’
‘Cum for me, Vic,’ Richard grunted through his teeth.
‘Don’t cum yet, Richard,’ she gasped between his thrusts. ‘I want to cum first and then I want you to finish on me.’
Lifting her head, Victoria bit his bottom lip. She could feel her orgasm approaching as Richard continued to pound her vagina.
‘I’m cumming,’ Victoria called, her calves pressing into Richard’s shoulders as she orgasmed.
‘Are you ready, baby? Are you going to cum?’
Richard nodded as Victoria’s legs dropped to the sheet.
‘Cum on me, honey,’ she whispered, holding out her hand, ready to take him. ‘Cum on my breasts, cum on my stomach.’
Richard pulled out of the warmth of her vagina, gasping as she wrapped her fingers around him, sliding her soft hand up and down his long shaft. He gasped as his orgasm tore through him and he pumped his thick fluid onto Victoria’s firm, tanned breasts. She gasped as she felt Richard’s cum splash onto her skin and she watched as his second load fell onto her stomach.
‘Hmm,’ she sighed, still holding his softening shaft. ‘I knew this was for me.’ And she slid down, sucking the last drops from the head before pulling him down onto the sheets beside her.
