He's Older But Better

She walks up the stairs and across the entrance hall but he's not standing there in his usual place. The front door is open so she pushes it and walks across the corridor into the kitchen. She gets a glass of water. She walks into the lounge and she sees him, but he looks as if he's asleep, upright in his uncomfortable black armchair. He opens his eyes.

'Hello.'

She crosses the floor and sits on his lap, looking into his face, the space between his eyebrows smoothes as he takes her in. She takes his hands and cups them over her breasts, warming and squeezing gently. She pulls off her vest and her bra and places his hand over her heart. She shuts her eyes and breathes slowly. She undoes the first few buttons of his shirt and pulls it open, feeling a rush of air as he breathes in. She places her own hand over his heart and shuts her eyes; they breathe together.

Melting, melting.

She opens her eyes and kisses him once. He doesn't move. He is afraid of upsetting her and of his own impulses. She is frustrated by his passivity. She considers. She stands up and pulls off her rest of her clothes. She turns around and stands in front of him, blocking his view with her bare arse and body. She reaches behind her and retakes his hands, stroking his flat palms up and down her backside. She feels for any tension in his hands. She finds it, feels his relax to the side and a groan.

She sits back down on his lap facing away and leans back, turns her face for his kiss. Leans her face so her lips are a millimetre away from his but waits. She strokes his hands over the smooth front of her body, over the rise of breasts and the hollow of her belly. He kisses her. She returns it with a tiny flick of the tongue inside his mouth.

His erection presses her thigh. She is excited by it. She leans back harder and kisses deeper, pulling his hands down her body. She pushes his fingers onto her wet pussy and feels his cock jump. He knows he is not going back now.

He grabs her thighs and squeezes, letting go of some of his stress. She nuzzles into his neck and breathes in his smell, strange, not known before. His fingers work back to her pussy and find her, massaging gently. She relaxes to his rhythm and smiles that it's going to be a good time.

He's rising, his cock, his heart, his fingers, he starts to need her.

'Do you want to go to bed?'

She walks through to his bedroom, sits on the edge of his bed. He walks in and stands in front of her. She unbuttons his shirt and pushes it off his shoulders, stroking his chest. His textures are unusual, like warm autumn leaves and velvet. She undoes his belt, his fly, slides his boxers and his trousers off his legs as he steps out. With his cock in front of her face she can no longer evade the immediacy of the moment. So used to the rock-hard standing to attention of the cock of her young lover flat against his belly, this new cock is more three than midnight but then again his fingers are more expert than fumble.

She goes to take his cock in her mouth and he flinches. She puts a hand to his belly and slowly takes him in. She knows how to get to him easily this way. He strokes her hair, begins to rock in and out. His noises start to come as he lets go of himself and she twirls her tongue and wets her lips as she pulses back and forth.

His hand tightens on the back of her neck and she pauses. He pushes her backwards and she lies on the bed. He walks away, stands at the other side of the room and looks. She meets his eyes. She begins to stroke her body and masturbate as he watches. She twists herself and rolls her legs and hips as she touches herself.

He walks towards her and picks up her foot. He kisses her sole. He massages the bottom of her feet. He kisses her toes. He kisses all the way down her legs. He rests himself on top of her and looks into her eyes.

She bites his lips softly.

He strokes his fingers lightly over her arms and her chest, letting his lips follow where his fingers have touched. He rubs his face on her skin, turning her over and kissing and biting her back and her bum. Turning her again, he buries his face in her pussy, breathing her smell. He begins to lick softly, nibbling her lips and darting his tongue insider her, then massaging her clit gently. Her sighs are his ecstasy. His fingers begin to probe. He finds her spot inside and his touch makes her cry out, he goes carefully, circling and then stroking as he feels her swelling come up. He smoothes her clit with his tongue and strokes her G and she begins to twist and pant. She squeezes his fingers rhythmically in time with her breath and he groans for her. She cries out louder for him as he strokes harder and oh, oh, oh the waves rise up through her belly and her chest, down her arms and legs. Her cries are deep and loud as she shudders and he holds her thighs and presses his face into her wetness.

She wants him inside her. She needs his hardness. She pulls him up along her body and wraps her legs around his shoulders, opening herself to him. He teases. He rubs his cock around her opening and makes himself slick. She kisses and bites his face. She asks him:

'Please, please,'

He rams it home and she screams. Still asking:

'Please, please...'

He thrusts hard and slowly, breathing heavily. He heaves his body into her.

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