My hands were shaking with excitement as I began to lower his jeans over his lean hips and the enticing swell of his taut buttocks. I dropped to my knees, which put my face directly in front of his throbbing cock. Joe stepped out of his shoes and kicked them away when I reached his ankles, and did the same thing with his jeans. I inhaled deeply, taking in the arousing scent of his sex, wondering why I was fighting the urge to bury my face against him. I listened to Joe’s heavy breathing for a few seconds before doing what we both wanted. Placing my hands upon his muscular thighs I leaned forward, slowly swallowing his huge, hot cock.
He groaned and I felt his thighs quiver before he braced himself. My taste buds exploded with delight when I ran my tongue over the ridges and swollen veins lining his shaft. His hands fell to my head, and as if he couldn’t help it, he began to move his hips. “Aaaaaaaaaaagh!” He groaned long and deep. “This feels so fucking good, baby.” His fingers threaded through my hair. “But I want you to feel good, too.”
He pumped his cock into my mouth several times, so I was surprised when he pulled me to my feet. With his hands still clenched in my hair Joe jerked me against him and ground his mouth down on mine. It was the match that started the firestorm, and I knew there was no going back. Our control had reached its limits. Somehow, we managed to rid ourselves of the rest of our clothes while covering the flesh we exposed with passionate caresses, kisses, and love bites. My hands discovered the sculptured, smooth like granite of his magnificent form. Joe was in tip-top condition.
All at once, he fell back upon the bed, taking me with him. I landed on top and we kissed for several seconds before I felt his hands at my waist. With little effort, Joe lifted me and swung me around. The new position left no doubts as to what we were about to do. As I lowered my mouth once more onto his cock, I felt his tongue against my clit. I arched farther into his mouth with unrestrained reaction, moaning loudly.
Oh, God! I’d never felt anything as good as Joe’s mouth and tongue on me. As I greedily lapped, tongued, and sucked on his dick, I was intensely aware of what his mouth was doing to me. He wasn’t just focusing on my clit; he was making sure no part of my pussy went untouched, and he was very thorough. He took his time, first kissing my plump, shaven mound, and then moving onto the hood of my clit, and then the most sensitive part of my sex, the clit. He sucked on it hungrily before moving on to my labia. Finally, I felt his hands clench the cheeks of my ass.
He locked his mouth onto my pussy and stuck his tongue into my channel. By that point I’d become a moaning, writhing mass against him. Our hips were moving in unison as we strived for the same pleasure and release. I moved my mouth up and down his rigid cock, pausing occasionally to lick his testicles. The salty warmth of his pre-cum satisfied my taste buds yet fueled the needs of my body into a lustful craze. The thought of swallowing Joe’s cum caused me to lose complete control. I climaxed hard into his hot mouth.
I couldn’t make up my mind what to concentrate on, the ecstasy holding me captive or the desire to make Joe come. Both drove me to depths I’d not reached before. The convulsive movements of my hips against his mouth as he sucked my juices gave longevity to my orgasm. Then I felt his body grow taut beneath me seconds before he plunged into my mouth one last time.
He twisted his face free of my pussy, and I could hear him sucking in air. “Fuck! Aaaaaaagh!” He groaned, spewing a copious amount of cum down my throat. “Fuck, Lana…” Gradually he sank deeper into the bed, and his deflated cock slipped out of my mouth. I collapsed against him, enjoying the pleasant calm after the storm and trying to catch my breath. “You’ve drained me.”
In spite of his heavy breathing, I could detect the humor in his tone, and slight surprise. I smiled, feeling like I’d accomplished something incredible. Only Joe was the victorious one. I’d always had a hard time coming by oral stimulation, and usually faked it so the guy wouldn’t feel inadequate. With Joe, it had been easy. For the first time I’d been able to let myself enjoy the erotic act of oral sex.
“Are you still breathing?”
A chuckle escaped me. “Yes. I’m just thinking, and I’m exhausted, too.”
“This isn’t a time for thinking, Lana.” His hand on my arm encouraged me to move until he settled me against his chest. I was mildly astonished, because I would never have pegged Joe for someone who liked to cuddle. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close. “What are you smiling at?” he asked me.
“You strike me as a slam, bam, thank you ma’am kind of guy.”
“We’re still in the foreplay stage,” was his quick comeback.
“That was foreplay?”
His deep laughter rumbled through his chest, making it vibrate beneath my hand. “It isn’t over until my cock is buried so deep inside your sweet cunt that you’ll think it’s going home with you.” My mouth fell open. “I brought you here to fuck you, baby, and I intend to do it as many times and as many ways as I can.”
“Wow,” I whispered in awe, trying not to smile. “You must be a god.”
“No.” He kissed me and then rolled, pinning me beneath him. “Just an ordinary man with a healthy appetite.” His mouth covered mine again, forcing me deeper into the bed. Arousal blossomed inside me at a rapid rate. “I wasn’t kidding about what I said earlier, Lana. Something about you intrigued me the first time I saw you walk into Big Dicks. I knew I had to have you.”
“Maybe you wanted to see what it would be like with an older woman.”
Joe shook his head, amusement swimming in his eyes. “I’ve slept with a few women throughout the years, and you’re a baby compared to some.”
“You like older women?”
“Baby, I like all women.”
“I’m sure your profession gives you the opportunity to meet, and sleep, with a lot.”
“They might think so.” I quivered as his tongue traced the outline of my jaw. “But I’m very selective. I choose the women I sleep with, not the other way around.”
Oh, and he’d chosen me. I closed my eyes and tilted my head as he worked his way toward my ear. One of his hands traveled down my body to my bottom. Suddenly he was palming a cheek and pulling me hard against him. I let out a small cry when his teeth grazed my flesh. “Have you ever been married, Joe?”
“Once, twenty years ago. It didn’t last.”
He kissed his way over my collarbone to my shoulder. I caught my breath when his fingers began to explore the crack of my ass. “No children?”
“No, thank God.”
His index finger found my anus, and I stiffened. I’d never had anal sex before and wasn’t sure I wanted to give it a try. “You, ah, don’t like children?” My heart began to pound with excitement, and I could definitely hear that my breathing was escalating.
“Relax, Lana. I won’t do anything you don’t want, okay?”
I nodded and did as he asked. With a grunt, Joe arranged me on top of him. As I moved my hands caressingly over his chest, I began to kiss him wherever I could reach him. It didn’t take long to turn his flat nipples into hard kernels with my mouth and tongue. I felt his cock growing hard beneath my leg.
“You have a dynamite body, baby,” he said, teasing the entrance to my anus. “The way you respond makes me hot.” Without warning, he abandoned my butt and lifted me off his chest. His gaze took in my swaying breasts. “I need to taste those enticing nipples.” He pulled me up until they were dangling over his mouth.
Desire exploded through me when he latched onto one. “Joe…” I closed my eyes and focused on his hot mouth. He sucked as much of my flesh into his mouth as he could, and then slowly pulled back, letting my breast escape bit by bit until he came to the nipple. He took the nub between his teeth, and gently applied pressure until I released a tiny sound.
“You have beautiful breasts.” He repeated his actions on the other one.
I could feel how hard he was and began moving my hips against him. My pussy was wet, I could feel my juices dripping onto Joe’s leg, and all I could think of was how bad I wanted his cock inside me. I was in the perfect position to mount him. When he finished making love to my breasts, he reached toward the nightstand, pulled out the drawer, and fumbled for something inside. His hand emerged with a foil packet. Words seemed unnecessary.
I watched him tear the packet open with his teeth and pull out the condom. I took it from him and moved so I could roll it down his hard-on. I was barely done when Joe grabbed me, raised me over his dick, and lowered me onto it. Buried to the hilt inside me, filling me, we both moaned. Then we moved simultaneously, and set the pace for a fast, hard fuck that was over in minutes, but no less fulfilling.