Sometimes it’s not ‘just breakfast’
“Can you hang out a little longer?” he murmured, right after he stopped kissing me. Breathless and addle-brained from that kiss, I simply nodded. “Follow me,” he said.
I should back up. We’d just met for breakfast, after two months of intimate online conversation. Farther back? We weren’t strangers. We’d been friends for about 25 years by then. But back to the kissing…
We strolled to our respective cars after breakfast, and he wrapped me in his arms as we said goodbye. I closed my eyes. If it was going to be another couple years before he held me again, I wanted to savor and remember it. I wanted him to kiss me but wasn’t sure if he would. I wanted him to want me enough to make the first move. He did. We drew apart after the initial embrace, and I looked up at him. His eyes changed. His warm hand pressed into my lower back, drawing me closer. I closed my eyes and surrendered. And melted. I’d read about that melting sensation in romance novels, and now I knew what it felt like. His lips touched mine and I almost forgot to breathe. When I did breathe, I inhaled him…and it lit a fire inside me. I forgot where we were, and I may have briefly forgotten my name.
I should mention that this was not our first kiss…but my god it sure felt like it. It was both new and familiar, and exciting in all the ways those opposites can be.
I followed him in my car, wondering where we were going, and what was going to happen next. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited. And nervous, too. Very nervous. We pulled into a secluded area a few minutes later. I got out of my car and tried to hide my jitters with a dumb joke.
“Is this where you bring all your women??” I asked playfully. I don’t remember his answer, because he pulled me into his arms again and kissed me, hard. I wondered if he could feel me shaking. I wondered why I felt like I was 20 instead of 44. And then I didn’t think anymore. My senses were overwhelmed with him – the sound of his voice, the feel of his hands, the taste of his lips & tongue-and I knew if he touched me any more intimately, my quivering legs would no longer hold me up.
His hands ran up and down my body, pausing here and there to squeeze or caress. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as the kiss deepened. I ran my hands across his shoulders and down his broad chest so I could slip my hands under his shirt and run my fingers through his chest hair. I couldn’t wait to feel it against me. As if reading my mind, he pulled his shirt off, then resumed our kiss. I lifted my shirt and bra-which he’d already unhooked-so I could press my bare breasts against his chest. My already-sensitive nipples immediately stiffened when our skin touched. His lips trailed down my neck, making me shiver, and continued until his mouth found one of those achingly sensitive nipples.
Time did not exist that morning. Clothing shoved aside, we found ourselves face-to-face in the backseat of his truck. My lips were swollen, and I was breathlessly mute when I opened my eyes to look at him. I flushed, noticing his gaze on my body, remembering my long-discarded clothing. He grinned wickedly and sat back. He pushed me back, onto my back while pulling my legs toward him.
“First things first…“ he murmured to the inside of my thigh, his warm mouth a breath away from making me explode.
His beard and mustache grazed my inner thighs while his strong hands pushed my legs back and apart. “Ahhhhhhhh…..” I inhaled softly, trying to slow the rush of blood to my lower half. Like the hug, I wanted to savor this. Finishing before he even began was not the way to savor! His warm lips touched mine, and I raised my arms overhead to keep from pushing his face between my legs. Pressing my legs further apart, he ran his tongue between my lips, parting them gently. I moaned and tried not to lift my hips toward him too urgently. I parted my thighs as far as I could, freeing his hands. Hands that he ran up the backs of my legs to my ass cheeks, cupping and lifting them. I felt him moan against my clit as he kissed those lips the same way he kissed the ones on my face. One hand slid around towards my lips, and he slipped a finger inside me. I was already so wet that it slid easily in, and began working in rhythm with his mouth.
“Oooohhhhhh….” I moaned as muscles deep inside my belly began to tense. He slowed for a moment to slip another finger inside me, and I gripped both fingers like a vise. Arching my back, I began moving with his fingers. The contrast between his soft mouth and the texture of his facial hair was incredible. It took all my remaining willpower not to grind my pelvis into his face. I wished for more room so I could return the favor. That was my last coherent thought as his mouth began moving lower until his tongue found its way between my ass cheeks. With one long, slow, hot caress his tongue worked its way back up to my clit…and then back down again. Over and over, until his mouth returned to my clit…and another finger pressed against my backside. My legs began to shake. I knew I was about to cum hard.
His finger gently entered me and I moaned, wondering how he knew that would send me over the edge. I don’t exactly know what he was doing with his mouth and tongue. I do know that each lick, or suck, or kiss…coupled with his fingers exploring everywhere inside me brought me ever closer to losing control. I have no idea if he knew how good it felt because I lost the power of articulate speech. If it was possible for me to fuck his mouth and fingers, I’m sure I was doing just that. Over and over his lips and fingers evoked hoarse cries of pleasure from the back of my throat, and everything inside me pulsed and exploded. I hoped he could feel all of it, and if he could, that it was making him achingly hard.
At some point, he came up for air. I sat up to catch my breath, ears ringing, more than a little dizzy. I was almost-naively-uncertain what to do next. I eyed him up and down, admiring everything, and probably running my tongue along my lips. I wanted to know what he desired. Without thinking, I asked what he wanted, and was answered with a gesture.
I didn’t hesitate. I wet my lips and leaned forward, wickedly delighted to find that he was as turned on as I was. I placed my hands on his upper thighs. My angle didn’t let me see his face, but I could hear his breathing change as my mouth and tongue grazed the length of him. Reaching the base, I continued downward, using my tongue on his balls, sucking one of them gently into my mouth. I wet my lips again, more thoroughly, and parted them as my mouth slowly traveled back up his shaft to the very tip. Once there, I wrapped a hand firmly around the base as I opened my mouth and gently sucked his head between my lips. Taking just the head into my mouth, over and over, I felt him swell against my tongue and heard him begin to breathe faster. I changed the angle of my neck so I could use my tongue on the underside of the head while sucking more and more of him between my lips. I heard him moan and felt his hand hovering at the back of my neck. I slid my mouth down his entire length to meet the hand gripping the base. “Mmmmmmm……” he gasped as my hand began working in rhythm with my mouth, alternating long, full strokes with short, intense sucks. Resting his hand on the back of my head, he started moving in time with my lips and hand. I felt him throb in my mouth. Knowing he was so excited was a turn on for me. I couldn’t exactly moan with my mouth so full, but the sound I made in my throat created a vibration I knew he could feel.
I could see him in my mind’s eye; imagine his eyes half-closed, mouth open slightly, breathing faster, head dropping back as he gave in to the pleasure. I heard him moaning softly with each breath. I could taste him on my tongue and knew he was close. I moved my mouth and hand faster, coaxing his hips up towards me with my other hand.
I wanted to see if he would fuck my mouth. I wanted him to cum hard for me.
“…oh god…” he gasped. His movements became more urgent. He grew harder in my mouth, throbbing with each thrust. ‘Cum for me…’ I thought (but obviously couldn’t say it). I sucked his entire length into my mouth, my lips replacing my hand at the base. I was rewarded with a grunted gasp of “I’m gonna cum…gonna cum..” and with that, he exploded down my throat. “Mmmmm” I sighed as I swallowed every drop. I felt him pulsing between my lips, his leg muscles tensing, and saw his toes curl as all the tension released. I kept him in my mouth, slowly moving my lips until I felt him relax and exhale.
Done swallowing, I sat up and looked at him, smiling as I realized we were still in the backseat, buck-naked on a warm summer morning. I don’t remember what I said, but I do remember thinking we should do this again sometime…and hoped he thought the same.
@tish-just-tish – such a hot submission. Thank you, sincerely, for sending it in. Loved it. Really well-written too. Even Grammarly thought so.