She's ready for more

Alison wiggles off my lap and onto the bed where she presses her chest to the mattress hiding her beautiful breasts from my view. Of course, in this position her perfect backside is on display; I wonder if she realizes how many times I've checked out this ass in her designer jeans as she saunters by.

“Well?” I prompt her again when she doesn’t answer, “that felt good, didn’t it?”

“Yes.” Her breathy whisper is so quiet that if I hadn’t been listening attentively, I would certainly have missed it.

“That was just a taste of what I’m going to do to you, do you understand?” Again, I see her lips move. Even though I can’t hear the word, I can read lips well enough to know she said ‘yes.’ Her big eyes never leave mine as I slowly pull off my shirt and khakis. I’m not nearly as fit as I was in my twenties, but I’m still in pretty good shape for an old man, and I like the way this young woman evaluates me. She probably doesn’t even realize she’s doing it, but I bet from the days even before humankind learned how to use fire, females have been evaluating the potential of their mates just like that.

“Are you going to f-fuck me now?” Her attempt to sound worldly is sabotaged by the way she stammers over the word. This time it’s my turn to nod silently and I see her bite her lower lip nervously. Apparently, Alison is ready for this, and she starts to roll onto her back. I stop her with one hand on her shoulder before she even gets started.

“No.” I tell her as I straddle her thighs and lower my chest onto her smooth back. “I like you just like this.” It has been a long time since I felt anything this good. The skin from her back against my chest heats my core and her smooth, round ass cradles my rock-hard cock like a hotdog in a soft potato roll. “You see from here I can still cup these tits,” my left hand slides between her chest and the sheet until I can cup and squeeze the flesh, “and I can also touch you down here.” My right hand explores lower until I find the spot I’m looking for between her smooth thighs.

“Mr. Patterson!?!” Clearly, Alison has never been in this position before; she might not be used to it, but it is one of my favorites. I had a lot of practice making Fran squirm under me during our long years of marriage, quite often fingering her to a climax before I even get started. As most of you know, every woman is different, and I am eager to see how this pretty blonde will respond to my technique. Her excited whimper of surprise when my middle finger finds the secret slit between her slick petals and slowly explores the rim of her tight teen pussy is a good indicator. My other hand tightens around her breast alternating between massaging the soft flesh and gently pinching her nipple until it is as hard as a pebble.

Alison is wonderfully tight as I expected, but there are other differences too. I don’t remember my wife’s breasts ever being this firm or her ass as smooth. Any remorse I may have had about coercing this small-town beauty into this position evaporates like summer morning dew when the sun comes up. As much as I want to just stick my dick in her and go wild, I decide I’d better take care of Alison before I take what I’ve been anticipating all week.

“I’m going to make you cum now, Alison” I growl, “Do you understand?”

“There’s no point, Mr. P, I can’t.” Alison tries to twist in my arms, but I hold her down firmly. “I’m sorry, but I can’t climax, whenever I start feeling good like that I tense up, and ruin everything.”

“Relax, Angel.” I brush the corner of her open mouth with my lips as I lightly trace around the edges of her pussy with my fingertips. She moans sweetly and her pelvis pushes downward trying to find more pleasure from my teasing hand. I give her what she wants and press hard with my whole hand against the dripping labia and mons. She whimpers in need, and when I find the little bud hidden at the top of her slit and her ass jerks against my hips. I smile wickedly and continue to stoke her clit with skills refined with years of practice.

“Oh, dear Lord in Heaven” she gasps, even now she doesn’t believe she’ll be able to climax. “I can’t, Mr. P.” She pants weakly, “I can’t … I can’t …” it becomes a bit of a mantra for her. It doesn’t bother me in the least, because it is not her words that that I am interested in but the way her body is responding to the combination of kissing, pinching of her nipple and rubbing her clit. I can feel her getting closer and closer until suddenly Alison jerks in my arms and her whole body stiffens into a rigid arc under me.