Chapter 3 #2
As the clubhouse gets noisier, I move next to Lena to hear each other better.
I’m acutely aware of her closeness as her bare arm and thigh brush against me as we talk.
She smells of vanilla, and I get the occasional waft of coconut shampoo as she flicks her hair back.
I want to run my hands through her hair, to pull it gently and lick the base of her throat, to taste her.
Though I know that the attraction between us is mutual, I have to remind myself of everything she’s been through to stop myself from acting on my thoughts.
If anything is going to happen between us tonight, she needs to instigate it.
I’m pleasantly surprised when, emboldened by the drinks she’s had, Lena suggests we go back to my place. It’s clear from her tone that she doesn’t mean to sleep. I don’t hesitate to agree.
The second we enter, Lena turns and kisses me, pressing herself against me.
I kiss her back passionately, my tongue dancing with hers as I pull her close.
The kiss is hot and heavy, an accumulation of the buildup over the past couple of days, as if we both couldn’t wait any longer.
I lift her up, her legs wrapped around my waist, and carry her with ease over to the sofa.
I’m tempted to fuck her up against the wall right now, but I want to savor this a little. To taste her first.
As I lay her down on the sofa, breaking our frenzied kisses, I have to ask, “Lena, are you sure…”
She doesn’t let me finish, let me voice my concern that she might be doing this because she’s had a few drinks, or that it could be too soon after Zeke. “Yes, I want this,” she says firmly, looking me in the eye before kissing me again.
I kiss down the nape of her neck, enjoying the moan that it elicits as she grinds underneath me.
She pulls her dress over her head, revealing that she was braless underneath.
The sight of her perky breasts with pink, pert nipples turns me on more, and I take a second to appreciate the sight of her before capturing a nipple in my mouth, hardening it with a swirl of my tongue.
She moans as I kiss my way down her stomach, trailing my tongue along the soft skin just above her panty line.
I part her legs and breathe her in, savoring the delicious scent of her arousal.
I kiss her inner thighs, teasing her as I explore everywhere but the one place she wants me to touch.
I kiss her through the lace of her panties, groaning at the taste of her.
She arches her back, hungry for more, and I pull off her panties, revealing her perfectly trimmed, beautiful pussy.
“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I growl as I run my tongue along her slit, tasting her.
As I slip a finger inside her, I feel how wet she is already.
My cock strains against my pants in anticipation.
I take my time, flicking my tongue against her clit as I fuck her with my fingers, feeling how her tight pussy slowly opens for me.
She moans and bucks like a wildcat, nails clawing at my back and running through my hair as she begs for more.
I feel her climax building as her pussy spasms against my fingers, and I increase my pace, lashing my tongue against her clit and sending her over the edge as the orgasm hits her, her pussy gushing with her pleasure.
She looks up at me, her eyes filled with desire and hunger that’s not yet satiated as I lick my fingers clean. “You taste fucking incredible,” I remark.
“I want you to fuck me,” she purrs, pulling at my clothes.
I remove them, enjoying her expression as she takes in my body, biting her lip.
I’m proud of it. Although I may not be as fit as I was in my twenties, I still work out and take care of myself.
When I pull off my boxers, her eyes widen in shock at the sight of my cock.
It’s throbbing and hard. I know it’s bigger than average.
I move to kiss her again, hovering over her, my cock pressing against the entrance of her wet slit, making me precum a little.
I’m about to move to get a condom when she grabs my ass and, using the other hand, guides my cock into her entrance.
It feels so fucking good, so tight as my tip eases inside her.
All thoughts of protection go out of the window as I lose myself in her.
I slowly push deeper as she opens for me, groaning with pleasure as she moans.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I grunt as I start to thrust in and out.
“Fuck, yes, fuck me harder,” she begs. I’m only too happy to accommodate her request.
I flip us over, moving so I’m sitting on the couch and she’s on top so that I can get a better view of that perfect body.
I almost blow my load at the sight of her bouncing up and down on my dick, her head thrown back in pleasure, hair tumbling down on her back as her tits jiggle.
I grab onto her ass, enjoying how it bounces as I lift her up and down on my cock.
“Oh shit, I’m gonna cum again,” she pants, her hands on my chest as she closes her eyes in ecstasy.
“Yes, cum for me, baby,” I grunt, still lifting her up and down on my cock as her legs go and the orgasm ripples through her.
Her pussy clenches tightly as she cums, drawing my own climax from me, and I’m unable to hold back any longer as it hits me like a freight train.
“Fuck,” she pants, kissing me again before rolling off to sit back next to me, panting heavily, a slight sheen of sweat coating her skin.
“I hope you don’t think we’re done yet,” I comment with a lazy smile. “I intend to fuck you all night and make you cum at least two more times,” I purr, lazily teasing her nipple with my fingers.
I see a flicker of happy surprise cross her face as she replies. “That sounds like a plan.” She moves to suck my cock, tasting her cum on it and making my softening dick hard again.
As promised, I spend hours fucking her in every way I can think of until we fall, exhausted, into bed and fall asleep tangled in each other’s arms. I know when we wake tomorrow, I’ll fuck her again. I can’t get enough of Lena. One night is all I needed and I’m hooked.