We make love

“Are you going to take me now, Mr. P?” Alison's eyes meet mine with a eagerness that is as exciting as anything else about her. I move back up over her as she lies beneath me until my lips find hers in a gentle kiss.

“I'm not going to take you, Angel,” I kiss her again tasting the honey from her lips, “Sex isn't about taking, I tried to show you that last night, but I'm afraid I got a little sidetracked by how much I wanted you.”

“It was wonderful,” Alison moans softly against my lips, “When you held me down and pushed into me you made me feel so good, Mr. P.” her doe-eyes search mine carefully, “like a woman.” The memory of how tight her teenaged pussy felt when I first pressed into her makes me want her again, but I have something else in mind.

“I'm glad you liked it, Angel. But this time I want it different.” Each touch is as gentle and loving as I could make it, and long before I am pushed to my limits, Alison is becoming impatient. It was only a few minutes before that she had gushed all over my tongue and now once again I have her closer and closer to the edge of an orgasm. I am thumbing the hard nipples of her breasts when her long legs wraps around my hips and her pelvis lifts upwards.

“Please, Mr. P!” Her nails are digging into my back and her kisses more and more ****. It would be easy to give into the heat of the moment and ram my throbbing cock into her, but I want her to see what sex was like when the couple works together.

“Easy Alison.” I brush a strand of damp blonde hair from her face and rest my palm on her cheek. “I know what you want, trust me. You'll see.” My gentle words calm her a little but by the time my fingers are teasing open the pink folds of her sex she is once again rocking against me and whimpering with desire just like before. This time though, I roll on top of her and lower my hips into position.

“Yes!” Alison's arms wrap around my neck and she pulls herself up to my ear. “Please, Mr. P, I need you so bad!” Her begging stops with a gasp of pleasure as I ease deep into her. “Oh that feels so good .... Oh yeah ... oh please ... ” It does feel good. Her tight young sex grips my manhood like a tight sleeve and every slow stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating from my groin. As I rock in and out of her, savoring the feeling of her responsive body I kiss her eyes and ears whispering how beautiful she is as she twists under me trying to speed up my slow **** on her perfect body.

“Mr. P ... oh Mr. P ... oh, ohh ....please ... oh please!”

Her unabashed response to my gentle approach is matched by my own. This is different than the wild sex we had last night. I realize with a start that I am making love to my beautiful tenant. Not fucking her, not having sex, there is no other way to describe the way we rock together in a slow easy rhythm. Before I have a chance to analyze this unexpected discovery, Alison's back arches and she lets out a series of soft grunts that get louder and louder until she ends with a loud cry of delight and I feel a sudden warmth flood my cock. The sensation is too much for me and my cum mixes with hers as I pulse into her until we collapse together in each others arms on the bed.

I roll over on my side so I don't crush the young woman but hold her tightly as we lay there breathing heavily in each others arms. I wanted to teach Alison that sex could be just like this, a collaborative loving partnership, but I'm feeling a little uneasy about my own emotions. The satisfaction I feel at bringing Alison to these new heights is muted by my own guilt. Somehow, even more than the first time it feels like I cheated on Fran for the first time ever.