Slowing down

They had been talking about what turned them on-what kind of sex and which scenarios-for weeks via email. He wasn’t one to play the game of writing fantasy. He instead would focus on one act and just suggest it. How it would happen was never articulated.
They hadn’t seen each other for nearly four months and she could see his hunger for her. He kept his usual distance, physically and emotionally, sitting in a chair across the table from her position on the couch. They talked about work. About her prospects. About his kids. Her husband. His wife.
Their relationship was not the standard issue, even in the world of extra-marital affairs. She loved him and thought he loved her too-at least a little bit. But neither of them cultivated the false hope that somehow their lives would be combined.
As was their habit after six years, the conversation would wind down, he’d offer her a drink and when she would decline come over to her, take her hand, pull her from the couch and say ‘well then’.
He kissed her then lead her into the bedroom. He wrapped his arms around her, pulled her close and kissed her again, deeply, his tongue playing over her lips and teeth. She kissed him back, inhaling his smell, pulling even closer and biting his lower lip.
He began to unbutton her shirt-he enjoyed undressing her, especially unbuttoning her blouse, so he could squeeze her nipples through her bra before expertly unhooking it. They were standing. He bent down to take one nipple in his mouth, massaging the breast, kneading it like dough. Her breath began to rasp, thrilled by his touch, his mouth, as she ran her hands through his wiry gray hair.
He unbuckled her belt as he sucked hard on her nipple, pulling her jeans down to her knees and as she kicked them off he moved a hand into the film of her panties, through her pubic hair, cupping her sex. His fingers on the mouth of her cunt sent a charge through her. She let out a little moan and bit her lip as he moved his mouth up to her clavicle, licking along its entire length.
She had never been able to get him to talk trash to her, even though he knew how much she liked it, but she did not share his reticence. With his hand in her snatch and his mouth on her neck she whispered to him ‘what would you like me to do baby?’. He answered with a grunt and she began to undress him, hurriedly. She thought he had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen and hated to wait. She quickly got him out of his shirt and pants and underwear and sank to her knees. She licked the tip of his erection, then buried her nose in his pubic hair, sucking his balls, smelling and tasting his center of gravity. It didn’t take long for him to strain against her, moaning with pleasure, and then collapse onto the bed. She crawled onto the bed too, her mouth still on his cock, squeezing his balls. She moved down so she could take each testicle into her mouth, licking each, moving her hand up and down his shaft at the same time. She loved the richness of his smell, feral, alive, and would stay in this position for as long as he would let her. As he squirmed more and more, his control beginning to fail, she tongued his entire cock, carefully licking the tip, until he grabbed her by her arms and pulled her up and away.
He pulled her up and had her lie on her back. He kissed her and pinched her nipples, causing her to arch in pleasure. His hand began to stray down her stomach, moving through the hair on her mons, coming to rest on her clit and vulva. He delicately circled her clit, expertly flicking it with one finger, bringing her quickly to her first climax. She loved how he touched her. She told him many times that she had never met a man before who touched her the way she touched herself. He was masterful. And now on her back, arching her pelvis up to his hand, she understood this was the time to act on the hint of a fantasy he had mentioned-he wanted to watch her masturbate.
When they were together, he never let her touch herself. When she had jokingly asked him why he said ‘you can do that on your own time’. She chuckled now as she moved her fingers down to replace his on her clit. He perched himself on one elbow, a nipple pinched between the fingers of his other hand, and watched her. She enjoyed masturbating and with him watching her so intensely, she brought herself close to orgasm very quickly. He was watching too, feeling her body tense and just as the wave was about to break he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, denying her release. She grunted in frustration and as her heart slowly calmed he let her wrist free and she began to masturbate again. Again as she neared climax he grabbed her by the wrist, causing her to yelp helplessly. He continued this pattern, three, four more times until she was hissing like a caged animal. Finally, as she neared the edge again, he let her go, quickly turning her onto her stomach, her hands still gripping her sex.
He wrapped both his arms around her arms, across her chest, pinning her and slid his cock into her soaking pussy from behind. Slowly he moved in and out, his thick graceful cock filling her, sending her into spasms of pleasure. She began moaning loudly, clawing the sheets, bucking back against him orgasms flooding her.
His control was phenomenal and when he had tired of that posotiuon he rolled into his own back and pulled her on top of him, riding him cowboy. This was his favorite position to watch her face contort and breasts bounce. He reached a hand back, to rub ober one ass cheek, and then began spanking her, hard while she fucked him, each smack sending waves of intense pleasure through her. She loved how he felt inside her and would fuck him aggressively in this position until either he came or she collapsed from exhaustion. This time his resolve won out and she had to stop.
She pulled herself off her impalement, kissing his neck, his nipples, his stomach as she inched down again to his groin. Now she could take him in, swallowing to the hilt, and taste him and herself all mixed together. She felt a bit guilty that she had orgasmed so many times that she had lost track and he had not yet climaxed. She sucked hard and slipped one finger to his asshole, fingering it gently, working her finger inside. He arched and tried to escape but could only go deeper into her mouth-no where to hide. She enjoyed giving him this. As his body tensed she felt his arms move down to pull her off. “No” she said. “I want you to cum.” But he was stronger than her and pulled her onto her back again. He pulled her feet up, resting them on his shoulders and plowed into her open pussy. He slammed against her cervix, rubbing her clit with his pubic bone, his mouth st her ear, letting her hear how much he was enjoying himself. She came again, loudly swearing, ‘Fuck me baby. Fuck me.’ And finally he let go and released inside her.