Girls Night Out: Leah insists they just have sex

Leah looked down at him and flashed him a smile.

"Come on...I want you inside me." she said urging him up to her with her hand. He knew that many women were often self-conscious about getting eaten out. He had been with some women who wouldn't let him do it all and others who would only allow it after a shower. He at least was willing to try. The man wasn't going to complain. He wanted to make her feel good and enjoy himself. Fucking would do.

Maybe Leah just wanted to get to the fun part, or maybe she really wanted that intimate act to be between her and Jonathan.

She could tell he was slightly disappointed that she hadn't let him go down on her it was gone the instant their lips met like an electric spark as they kissed and nibbled and licked. Tasting each other was soon not simply enough. Leah welcomed his frame as the older man moved to position himself atop her. He wanted to do more than taste. He moved his hips and with exploratory thrusts and found her wetness. He was inside her with ease, both from her natural passion lubricating her desire and from his skilled years of practice.

He, no doubt, had been married at some point. An older man, handsome, clearly somewhat successful from the décor of his house. He began to thrust with the assurance of someone who has made love to a woman and fucked her in the heat of passion too. It was a mix of emotions but mostly the fiery passion of lust that propelled his hips. His mouth was busy adding sensations to Leah's mouth, neck, ears, and breasts. His hands caressed her, squeezed, and commanded her body. Leah wasn't idle in the cooperative copulations that was taking place.

Leah's hands caressed his back, she dug her nails gently into his back when he was thrusting at oh so the right angle. He moaned and cooed with pleasure as she felt him manipulate her nipples, drank in his hot breath with each kiss. She was close to the edge.

"OH yes!" she screamed with a moan.

It drove him to thrust harder. Their bodies worked together like a machine of pleasure sending mutual satisfaction amid growing sweaty forms.

"Ohoooh oooh oh oh yes yes yyyyyayyghghghhghghhhhesssssss!" Leah bleated with ecstasy as she climaxed. She wrapped her legs around him and helped guide his trust through her climax pulling him close. She hoped she hadn't dug in her nails too hard. The flush of blood to her face and guttural groan of pleasure reassured the man that he had brought her to the peak of enjoyment. He slowed down and caught his breath but still thrust steadily. He was sweating heavily. But soon he found himself thrusting harder and faster. He steadied himself with both arms and thrust faster and faster.

Then he came. He let out a growl of excitement and joy as he spent himself inside her. He slowed savoring the quivering moment of endorphins and dopamine hitting his brain. He collapsed on top of her and Leah's hands tickled his back which only made him shutter more. When he could compose himself he kissed her deeply then rolled over. They lay there both panting and sweaty.

"I know I'm not a spring chicken any more...but if you stick around there might be round two." He kissed her again and pressed her close to him.

Leah considered her options. She could leave now and Jonathan may not notice much--she was a bit sweat and her hair a slight jangle. Yes, it was late but not crazy late. Or she could stay and see what happens.