Linda and Richard

It was way past the time she assumed the date would've ended, but she still wanted to stay with him, to push it just a little further. It seemed he agreed with her sentiment, because he moved forwards and pressed his body against her, pushing her into the couch. Before she could say anything, he pressed her cheek with his right hand and pushed his lips against hers. She gasped slightly in response but immediately let him in. There was just too much tension in the air for her not to. He took this as a good sign, and explored her further by pushing her lips apart. The kiss deepened, and she moaned into her lips, unable to help herself.

Damn, it had been so long since she had felt something like this, she didn't know it was possible for her. She would have to thank Emily later for forcing her to come. This... this feeling was unbelievable. She had almost given up on it, without realizing how good it could feel.

They took their time through their first kiss. Their lips played and melted into each other as they consumed and felt each other's bodies through their fingers. She placed her fingers on his head, pulling on it, insisting he came closer. It was so hot, knowing that he was confident with his abilities, but still let her decide what was too much for her. Surprisingly, all she wanted was more. More touching, more kissing, and more of his skin against hers.

She tugged on his dress shirt, and he let her pull it out from his jeans and over his head. It was so absurd for her that she had done so that they stared at each other for a second, both of them completely out of breath. They looked into each other's eyes, and there was such a deep connection, such overwhelming care in his gentle eyes, that she stopped breathing.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his voice dark and smooth. His French accent seemed to come out even more.

"Yeah... it's just a lot." She said truthfully, and blushed slightly. "You know it's been a while since I've touched anyone like this."

He nodded in understanding. "Yes, which will make you even more sensitive for me." He chuckled. She swatted him teasingly, and his smile faded abruptly. The hunger came back to his eyes, and he lifted her slightly, pushing her onto the couch as he pressed his naked torso against her dress. "What are you going to do to me now that you've gotten my shirt off?" He teased in between kisses.

"I haven't really planned that far ahead." She blushed once more. Most people in her life wouldn't have described her as 'shy', but she seemed to be acting like a schoolgirl around Richard, and he seemed to love it.

He began to kiss her neck, gently sucking and teasing the sensitive spots behind her earlobe as he did. She loved when he talked to her and told her what he wanted to do to her, and he sent shivers down her spine over and over as he did. She was desperate for him now, but had no idea how to express that to him.

The combination of his hands on her body and his voice in her ear helps her to be more in her body than in her head. She's always been so alert, waiting for someone to hurt her, to strike her like they've done her whole life. He was able to help her let her worries go by taking the time to ease her into relaxation, surrender, and slowly, into pleasure.

His eyes were constantly on her to connect, to measure her reaction, her breath, her moves, and it relaxed her knowing that he seemed to know her better than she even knew herself. He only made the next moves when her body rose up to meet his, when she was practically begging for it. He seemed to like his time, which was perfect - because she liked it very slow as well. She had never experienced this much foreplay in her life, with him kissing, nibbling, and sucking down her body, everywhere he could spy a hint of skin. Her body was shivering and pulsing beneath him, begging for more. She needed this. And bad. Those beautiful manly fingers... and lovely lips. Ah. It was driving her crazy.

When he seemed to run out of places on her skin to play with with her clothes still on, he looked into her eyes again and curled an eyebrow up as a question. She nodded eagerly in response. He practically growled in his throat as he lifted the dress off of her body, scanning her smooth skin eagerly as he did. "You're gorgeous, Linda." He said approvingly.

"Really?" She had always known she was attractive, based on the way people acted around her, but it felt so different hearing it from him.

"You don't already know?" He chuckled, but didn't give her time to respond. He unclipped the back of her bra and pulled it off of her body, making her gasp slightly at the cold air.

"Richard..." She trailed off, biting her lip.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked gently.

She shook her head. "I'm just... I'm just nervous."

He nodded. "Just tell me when you want me to stop." He wrapped his lips around one of her hardened nipples, and sucked on it gently. She moaned, and pulled him in deeper. He flicked his tongue a few times, and grazed his teeth against her sensitive nipple.

"Richard. Fuck." She said. He didn't respond, and moved to her other breast, teasing her the exact same way. She was losing control now, buckling into him over and over, like she needed any sense of traction against her cunt. She knew he could tell she couldn't take it anymore, and so she felt him touch the spot she really needed from him.

He hissed when he felt how wet she was even over her panties, and quickly moved it aside to touch the real thing. "You're so ready for me." He commented. She could only nod as he pushed two fingers inside. It was stretching her out so much she had to arch her back to adjust to it. Nothing had been inside of her since high school, and it felt like a foreign presence, stretching her out and teasing her. "You're so tight, Linda."

She bit her lip and nodded. "Do you want me to move my fingers?" She nodded again. And so he did, in and out excruciatingly slow, over and over again. "Please. Faster." She begged, not able to contain herself anymore. He knew exactly how to read her body - the lust behind her hooded eyes, the sweat dripping down her chest, all an indication that she needed more.

He pressed his thumb against her clit, which almost completely covered it as he began making small circles with it, using her natural lubrication to get it as hard as possible. She gasped and moaned and squealed beneath him, and soon couldn't keep her eyes open anymore. All she could do was murmur his name over and over again under her breath as she grinded in perfect rhythm back towards his fingers.

The orgasm was coming, and it was coming fast. He was just too good at this. "Richard... I'm so close." She cried out with a shaky breath.

"Cum for me." He demanded. And he was so strong in his request that she did. She flooded his fingers as her muscles clenched and milked him over and over again, and she held onto the sofa, almost clawing it. Her moans of pleasure were cut short by his mouth against hers, and he made out with her as she moaned into his lips while she experienced the last of her orgasm.

"Richard." Was all she could say when she finally calmed down.

"Yes?" He grinned, fully knowing what he had just done to her.

"That was the greatest orgasm I've ever had." She said matter-of-factly.

He winked at her, "I guess I've got some skills then."

"How did you learn how to do that?" She wondered, still out of breath.

"It's not really something you learn in my opinion, it's the act of reading your partner, learning what to press and where to squeeze to make them feel the most amount of pleasure." He explained. He seemed so much wiser than her at that moment, even though she knew they were the exact same age.

She was going to congratulate him again when he said, "I've been told by women the sex is much better for them immediately after they have an orgasm. It makes you puffy and swollen for me," he teased.

"Oh? Do you have lots of experience with women then?" She teased back, though was kind of afraid to hear the answer.

He shook his head. "Not many, but I am divorced."

She nodded, that was common for men his age. She also knew about his two children, who were both adults at this point and had a good relationship with their father. She was so lost in thought that she was jolted by the sound of him approaching. She knew exactly what he wanted to do to her next. Her heart began to pound faster. She was still horny, but was apprehensive about being so stretched out, and the fact that they had gone from kissing to this so quickly. "Again, you can tell me if you want me to stop."

To her surprise, she shook her head. "I'm ready."

"Okay, I'll go slow." She screamed slightly when he lifted her princess style into his arms, and took a few large strides into the bedroom, where he plopped her naked body onto the bed. She bounced a few times and settled into position as she watched him unzip his jeans. Her mouth opened into a wide 'O' as she watched him pull his pants and boxers down at the same time, and his dick sprang free. She had no idea how hard she got him, and how desperate he was for her as well. She was so selfishly thinking about her needs, that she hadn't noticed his hardness against her body. And now, she couldn't stop staring at it. At how angry and needy it was, with its swollen veins and precum oozing out.

"Can't stop staring?" He teased. She blushed again, and he crawled on top of her naked while making searing eye contact. "I want you so bad." He admitted.

It gave her some confidence, and she batted her lashes and bit her lip, looking up at him. "I like being on top." She said, grinning childishly.

"How would you know? Mrs. I haven't been with anyone since my high school sweetheart?"

"Hey! I know these things, okay?" She argued back.

He shook his head. "But I like being on top." He said with a sultry tone.

"Fine, you win this time." With that being sad, he leaned his body over her's and, and she opened her legs to wrap them around him.

"Ready?" He murmured against her lips, almost touching them with his own.

She nodded, and he slipped in. It was big, and stretched her out more than she thought. She grimaced, but held her breath as he pushed in little by little. When he was finally in, he peered down at her, wondering if she was okay. "Let me know when you want me to start thrusting."

She nodded. "Go on." He did, and she couldn't help but let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a whimper. He continued to thrust in and out of her, over and over again, and soon her body adjusted to it. He was right, it was so much better after she had an orgasm. He began to thrust harder and harder into her, and she moaned and clawed at him, taking him in.

Damn he felt amazing, and she couldn't get enough. She could feel herself get closer and closer, and opened her eyes to peer at his concentrated expression as he pushed inside of her. They made eye contact, searing, painful eye contact, and he smiled before giving her a particularly hard thrust. She clenched around him, and gave out a particularly loud moan.

He seemed to have a lot of stamina, which she did not expect, and he was able to slow down and increase his speed over and over, bringing her to the edge of orgasm over and over until she felt as if she was going mad with need. "Please." She whimpered. He nodded, and flipped her around abruptly. She gasped and settled herself on top of him, feeling the length of him piercing into her.

"Your turn." He said, with a ragged tone.

She nodded, and began to work her magic. Her hips seemed to move on her own, and she grinded on top of him, over and over again. His hands were on her waist, leading her on, and she could feel herself rising again. "I'm going to cum." She announced, and he grinned.

"Let's cum together." He had his eyes close, and his breath was getting harsher and harsher as she continued her movements. And then... it all came crashing down on her, and she had her second orgasm of the night as she clenched and rode him over and over again, completely forgetting her own name as she did so. He had cum as well, and he made a low grunting sound as he did. The thrusting motion he gave her was driving her insane, and all she could think about was the warmth of his body on her's.

They were in a haze for an hour, maybe two. It was like they were in a different world together, and she realized at once she wanted to stay with him forever. Was this what it was like? To give yourself to another person? He wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close. She murmured his name one last time before finally falling asleep with a gentle smile on her face.