Authors: A J Storm
He placed his hands and slowly started to lift the hem of my tank top up my chest preparing to take it over my head. Once again I could tell he felt my body stiffen when he stopped pulling on my top.
“If you tell me no, Emily, I will stop. I have to tell you though, I want to trace those sexy scars with my fingers and then with my tongue. I want all of you! I want to feel and taste your courage and what makes you the strong beautiful woman that you are.”
My body eased as he continued to kiss and rub his lips over my shoulders. “It’s okay, Alan, go ahead. Just please, go slow and let me breathe through it,” I begged.
“I’ll let you breathe, baby. We will breathe together as one while we move in tandem to our bodies’ rhythm. Here we go…” pulling the tank top over my head letting it fall on top of the chambray shirt.
I closed my eyes tighter; I was afraid Alan was going to be disgusted with my body. Tears pooled in my eyes as I fought hard not to let them fall. I was so damn hot under his lips
and hands but I was scared he would stop when he saw my body. He sucked on my shoulders while his fingers gently grazed my collar bone and moved down to where my scars were. He brushed his fingers lightly over the scarred ridges where my breasts had been. I held my breath!
“Emily, breathe! Breathe with me and let me feel you
,” he pleaded. Suddenly, he turned me around to face him and commanded me to open my eyes.
I squeezed them tighter wishing I could hide from his eyes.
“Emily, open your eyes and look at me! Now. . .little girl,” he demanded.
When he used that voice on me, I could do nothing but obey. I opened my eyes as tears rolled down my cheeks. He softly thumbed the tears from my face. “Now, tell me what you are afraid of,” he asked.
I looked down and he immediately tucked his fingers under my chin lifting my head up to those incredible blue-gray eyes. “Answer me,” he insisted.
I looked into his twinkling eyes and replied, “I am afraid you will think I am disgusting and will feel sorry for me.”
“Take your hand and unzip my jeans,” he instructed me.
I blinked back at him wide eyed and he continued, “Now, little girl. Unzip my jeans!” I did as I was told while he still caressed my body with his hands. “Take your hands and help me pull down my jeans. . .carefully,” never taking his eyes from mine.
My eyes became as big as Frisbees but I did as he ordered. Of course he was commando and of course, he was as hard as steel standing at full attention. My eyes were glued to his cock.
“Now Emily, I want you to tell me. Does it look like I am disgusted? Does it look like I feel sorry for you? Hell no, little girl, I want to throw you down on this floor right now and fuck you senseless! You make me hard as a rock and horny as hell,” he blurted out. He moved his eyes down to stare at my chest running the tips of his fingers across both scars. Without taking his eyes off of my scars he asked, “Has my erection gone down, Emily?”
I was shocked at his question feeling completely vulnerable but continued to stare at his cock. It was just as erect as it was before. “No,” I replied quietly. Then he looked back to my face reverently stroking my cheek.
“No more talk of disgust
. You are beautiful. Do I love breasts? Yes! Am I disappointed you don’t have them? Yes and no. I don’t want anyone to go through what you went through. Am I attracted to you and do I want to spend time getting to know you? Hell yes! Now, my sweet beautiful little girl, can we please get on with the kissing and the stroking and the tasting before I become a much older man than I am already?”
My eyes filled with tears again as I looked into his eyes grateful for this man’s honesty.
If I was truthful with myself I’d admit I missed my breasts more than any man ever could. The pleasure I was given when a man would cup and squeeze them in his strong hands always fueled my desire. When my nipples were pinched or rolled, my back would immediately arch below his skilled fingers. But what I missed most of all was his glorious mouth on my breasts. The tongue circling around the nipple until he would finally suck it into his mouth almost to the point of pain shot heat straight to my clit. Yes, I mourned the loss of my breasts often but I loved life more.
He held my face in his hands as he brought our lips together in a heated, hard kiss. He slowly unzipped my jeans as I melted into his arms. His fingers slid down into my panties and
my strong desire to have him probe further into my pussy had me spreading my legs wider. I moved against his hand trying to guide him inside me as he teased, tugged and pinched my pussy lips. A drop of precum leaked from the slit of his cock. I ran my finger through it teasing the head with soft touches and strokes along the underside of the rim. He rocked against my warm hand demanding me to give him more.
Alan showed his frustration by pulling away from my embrace jerking my jeans completely off my legs. He ripped his own shirt off and shoved me over to the bed. I began laughing a sexy, deep throated laugh which
made him moan, letting me know I was driving him fucking crazy. Pulling me down with him, he began exploring every part of me with his fingers and lips. His tongue brushed its way down between my legs and he groaned with pleasure as I automatically opened my thighs wide for him. Heat coming off my pussy must have been fucking arousing to him as he flicked his tongue over my entire slit. I heard him groan the word “fuck” as he came up for air.
“God Emily, you are wetter now than when we first started. The inside of your thighs are glistening with wetness,” he groaned as he lapped every drop. “Your arousal smells as sweet as your taste.”
There was no doubt, he knew I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me right now but he wasn’t going to pass up tasting more of my honey.
Alan drove his tongue inside my sex making me cry out with pleasure. He sucked all I had to offer and then moved his tongue to my clit flicking and swirling it over and over. Just as I would start to build he would take it away making me whine. He was skilled with his tongue but a devil with his teasing.
My body was restless and so damn hot I thought I was going to die. Alan knew exactly what he was doing to me and knew he was good at it. I grabbed his head gripping it against my crotch. My fingers laced through his hair begging him to go deeper, faster, and harder. His tongue had a rhythm all its own and I pumped my hips matching him stroke for stroke. He drove me higher and higher until I felt I was close to the edge. Two fingers suddenly thrust into my pussy stroking my sweet spot with that come hither motion sending me straight to the peak. My body shuddered as he sucked my clit between his teeth and lips continuing to stroke my G spot. I flew off the ledge sailing into an amazing explosion hitting me with wave after wave of exquisite pleasure. I bucked my pussy against his tongue riding the waves as far as I could.
“
Hell yes, Alan. Please. God, don’t stop,” I screamed as I crested over that peak riding it down. He made me cum hard and I had to have more of him.
“Fuck, little girl, I love hearing you scream my name,” he purred as I rocked my hips against his face. He brought his fingers up to my face ordering me to lick them clean.
“Oh shit, Alan, you’re making me horny again!” as I sucked each of his fingers with my lips and tongue. It had been a long time since I had become turned on again so soon after an orgasm. He kissed me long and hard grinding my juices between our lips and tongues.
“Emily, there’s a condom on my night stand and I want you to open it and put it on me,” pointing to the table.
I tore it open placing it over the tip of his cock. I looked at him through lidded eyes taking my teeth and lips gently rolling it down the length of his thick erection. Alan groaned and I could see by the strain on his face he was fighting to hold back his orgasm. A huge grin was plastered across my face satisfied with what I had done.
“Damn, Emily, you’re destroying all of my control,” he moaned with need. “I want to wrap myself around you and never let go.
I have to be inside of you now! Straddle my lap facing me so I can watch your eyes and face while I fuck you,” he told me.
I got up on the bed over his lap and lowered my heat onto his erection while I held onto his shoulders. My muscles squeezed his dick as I slowly lowered myself onto his shaft.
“You’re driving me nuts, little girl,” he blurted out through gritted teeth. “I am tempted to pound the hell out of you with my dick.”
“God, Alan, you make me so hot,” I whispered.
His shaft felt good inside of me as I started to move up and down deliberately squeezing my muscles. The pleasure was growing in me again as his cock rubbed against all the right spots.
He let out a low, guttural moan from his throat as I drove my body up and down against his. “Oh shit, I can feel your pussy pulsing around my shaft. It feels like heaven and I can’t control myself any longer.”
Grabbing my hips and holding me tight, he pounded his cock up into my core as our bodies slapped together. His pounding increased until his body went rigid and exploded inside me. I could actually feel his cock releasing jets of cum into the condom.
I continued to ride him while he slipped his thumb against my clit crashing me over the edge again. I rocked against him pressing my pussy closer to his body and squeezing until I no longer had strength. He wrapped me in his arms letting me collapse against his chest while we both thrust one final time to ride the last wave.
Sweat covered our bodies and dripped onto the sheets as we rolled and lay on the bed side by side.
“You are one amazing woman, Emily Terbridge,” he praised as we still held on to each other.
I stroked his chest playing with the silver hair around his nipples and ending in a trail leading down to his cock. I drew lazy circles in his hair as I mellowed from the orgasms. Alan closed his eyes and smiled letting me know the touch of my fingers trailing across his chest and stomach pleased him. Our legs intertwined as he reached and cupped my pussy in his hand.
“You surprise me, little girl!” he teased.
“How’s that?” I lazily asked.
“You shave your pussy! There’s nothing I love more than a soft, smooth pussy just ripe for my tongue exploration
.” he answered.
I could feel the heat spread across my face and knew that I was blushing bright red. Alan laughed at me pulling me closer to him. “Alan, why do you always call me little girl? I am not a girl and hardly little!”
He slapped me hard across my ass saying, “Stop putting yourself down! I will continue to punish you until you do.” he threatened.
The slap hurt and I flinched from it as he rolled me onto my back looking hard into my eyes. I smiled up at him and his eyes twinkled but he didn’t smile back. I arched one eyebrow with a smirk and asked, “Punishment? Are you a Dom?”
“I was. I haven’t played or taken a sub in a couple of years,” he replied. “I needed to take a step back from it when a situation became difficult. You would make a very interesting sub.”
I roared with laughter. “With my stubborn streak? I would be in the dog house all of the time.”
Now Alan smiled at me. “It wouldn’t take me long at all to train you the proper way to submit to me. And just think how much fun I would have doing it! Have you ever tried it?”
“No, Doug and I talked about it when I became interested in it but he couldn’t get past the punishment phase. He always claimed he loved and respected me too much for that!” I answered.
“Didn’t he realize it’s what you want and need? It’s obvious to me!” he expressed.
“He wasn’t a Dom, Alan, and we had been equals in and out of the bedroom for a very long time. I didn’t realize I was a sub until after my fifties. By then, we were set in stone,” I explained.
Alan leaned on his elbows hovering over me getting a good view of my face and eyes. “What about now? Don’t you want to at least explore it? Could you really be happy spending the rest of your days always wondering but never knowing?” he asked.