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No BDSM in this chapter, just developing their (sexual) relationship. Showing how fun it can be to be with an experienced woman…
I promise we’ll get to the cuckolding in the next part 🙂
Part 3
They sat there in the dark watching the movie until the credits rolled. The comfortable silence that had settled between them during the film stretched on, neither of them ready to move, to break the spell. Ben’s arm was still around her, her head still nestled perfectly in the crook of his shoulder. He could feel the steady, contented rhythm of her breathing.
“Well,” he finally said, his voice a vibration she felt through his chest. “That was… a movie.”
Lee chuckled, a soft, happy sound. “It really was.” She reluctantly sat up, stretching her arms above her head with a quiet groan. “Time to face the culinary aftermath.”
They moved together to clean up the containers from their takeout. As Ben gathered the empty boxes, Lee’s hand brushed against his. He caught it, lacing his fingers through hers.
He turned to face her, the greasy bag in his other hand forgotten. “Lee?”
“Hmm?” She looked up at him, her eyes searching his in the dim light.
“Would it be okay…” he started, his thumb gently stroking the back of her hand. “If I stayed tonight?”
She caught her breath, just a little. A faint blush crept up her neck. She didn’t speak, instead bringing his captured hand to her lips and pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. The touch was electric.
“I’d love that,” she whispered.
He leaned down, placing a kiss on her lips that was far more than any they had shared before. It was gentle, but it was a beginning. He pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly, feeling her body pressing against his. She buried her face in his chest, and for a long moment, they just stood there, surrounded by the remnants of their dinner, holding onto the new thing between them.
Later, in the soft darkness of her bedroom, they lay facing each other. They were down to their underwear, a new intimacy between them. The sheets were cool against Ben’s skin. He was on his side, propped on an elbow, just looking at her. His other hand was on her lower back, keeping her close.
Lee’s hand rested on the thin cotton of his boxers, her fingers tracing the hard line of his erection through the fabric. It wasn’t a demanding touch, rather a curious, playful one. A light massage that made him catch his breath. She’s exploring, he thought. Learning the shape of my want.
In return, he dipped his head, kissing her. Again and again. Not deep, passionate kisses. Soft, repeated presses of his lips to hers. A silent conversation. I’m here. I like this. You are beautiful.
After one particularly soft kiss, Lee pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. Her own contained a flicker of nervousness. Slowly, she took the hand that was on her back and guided it to her chest, placing his palm flat over the lace cup of her bra. The message was clear. Your turn to explore.
His heart hammered against his ribs. He cupped her breast, feeling the perfect weight of it, the stiffness of her nipple against his thumb through the lace. A soft sigh escaped her lips, and she kissed him again, this time with more hunger.
The kiss deepened, their tongues meeting, exploring, playing. His thumb started moving, stroking her nipple. But instead of pleasure – he felt a subtle tension from her. She gently broke the kiss, her hand moving to his hand, stopping his thumb. She doesn’t like that, Ben realized instantly, a pang of concern flickering through him for his gaffe.
“Here,” she whispered, guiding his hand to cup her breast fully, away from the sensitive area. Her fingers pressed lightly against his, showing him the rhythm she preferred – a gentler caress that seemed to melt her body against his. “That’s… better,” she murmured warmly.
Ben followed her lead, his touch careful, learning her shape. He let his palm glide over the soft curve of her breast, feeling all around, savoring the way she leaned into him. She sighed, but this time it was out of contentment. As their lips met again, the kiss slower, deeper, and full of understanding. It wasn’t about taking – it was about listening, learning, and loving her in the way she wanted to be loved.
He let his hand slid down the incredible curve of her hip, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of her panties. He felt her stomach muscles clench at his touch.
He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged. “May I?” he asked, his fingers pausing their descent.
She just nodded, her eyes closed. “Please.”
He slid down the bed, disentangling from the sheets. He moved between her legs, kissing a path down her stomach. He hooked his fingers into the sides of her cotton panties and drew them down her legs, slowly, revealing her in the dim light to his gaze.
He’d never seen a woman shaven completely bare before. The skin was impossibly smooth, not a stubble anywhere. He wasn’t even sure if it was shaven, as no shave was this perfect. It looked impossibly intimate, completely vulnerable. It felt cool to the touch when he gently placed his hand on her mound. And it was so soft. His eyes caught on a small, intricate design tattooed just above where her folds began. He couldn’t make out the details in the shadows, just a whisper of dark ink against pale skin. A secret hidden on her most private place. A story for another time, he thought.
He looked up her body, meeting her gaze. She was watching him, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. He held her eyes as he lowered his head.
He didn’t go straight for her core. He understood the art of building slowly to a perfect solution. He was a programmer after all, he’d long designed his algorithm for just such an occasion. He kissed the flat plane of her pubic bone. He nuzzled the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp. He traced the very outer edges of her lips with his nose, breathing in her smell, breathing out a teasing tickle. She smelled of clean soap and her own unique, musky scent. She smells like desire.
Her hips gave a little, involuntary jerk. “Ben…” His name was a plea. She was ready for more.
He finally let his tongue find her. A long, slow, flat lick from bottom to top. She cried out, a beautiful sound that went straight to his cock. He did it again, and again, learning her topography. The smooth, hairless skin allowed for a completely new sensation, no friction, just slick, smooth, and the most direct connection possible.
He brought a hand up, circling her entrance with two fingers. She was soaking wet, her warmth welcoming him. He slipped first one, then two fingers inside her, and her back arched off the bed. He curled them inward, searching, and when he found that rough, textured patch inside her, she let out a choked moan.
“There. Right there.”
He pressed against her g-spot in a steady, rhythmic pressure while his mouth focused on her clit, circling it, flicking it, sucking it gently. He was a man who took feedback seriously, and he adjusted her pleasure based on the symphony of her gasps, moans, and the arching of her back. He felt her body begin to tighten around his fingers, her thighs starting to tremble against his head.
He didn’t let up. He kept his rhythm perfect, unwavering, his entire world narrowed to this point, to the taste of her and the signs of her falling apart. Her breathing broken by soft cries. He could feel the climax gathering in her, about to break.
Her hands fisted in the sheets. Her whole body went rigid for a breathtaking second, suspended at the peak, and then she was coming, a long, low, shuddering cry torn from her throat as she pulsed around his fingers, her hips lifting off the mattress to press herself more firmly against his mouth.
Part 4
A soft sigh escaped Lee’s lips as the last tremors of her climax subsided. Her tightly-strung body went slack and heavy against the sheets. For a long moment, there was only the sound of their heavy breathing in the quiet room. Slowly, her eyes opened, glazed with satisfaction. A big smile touched her lips as she looked at him.
She reached for him, her fingers curling around his shoulders. She pulled him gently, insistently, up her body until he was lying on top of her, his weight a comfortable anchor. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and she drew him down into a long, grateful kiss. It was a kiss of thanks, of shared intimacy, a seal on the vulnerability she had just displayed.
When they finally parted, she guided him with a gentle push to roll onto his back beside her. She propped herself up on one elbow, her face soft with affection. Her fingers trailed a path down his chest, over of his stomach, until they hooked into the waistband of his boxers.
“My turn,” she whispered, her voice playful.
He simply watched as she slowly, teasingly, pulled the fabric down his legs. The cool air of the room hit his sex, but it was her gaze that made him shudder. She tossed the boxers aside and her eyes stared at him, her expression one of open appreciation. She leaned down, and for a heartbeat, he thought she would take him into her mouth. Instead, she placed a single, whimsical kiss on the very tip of his erection, a gesture so tender and playful his heart missed a beat.
She moved with a practiced ease, turning to the bedside table. The drawer slid open and she retrieved a small square packet. She tore it open with her teeth, a small, efficient motion, and then she was sheathing him, her touch steady and sure. She gave him another one of those teasing kisses, this time through the latex, her eyes locked on his, promising everything and nothing all at once.
Then she was moving back up his body, a slow crawl that made his hands instinctively find her hips. She settled over him, her warmth impossibly close. She leaned down, her hair curtaining their faces, and captured his mouth in another deep kiss. He could feel the slick promise of her against his shaft, a maddening pressure testing his patience.
She straightened up, her body arching beautifully, her breasts, still covered, took center stage. Her hands came to rest on his chest for balance, and he watched, utterly enthralled, as she reached between them. He felt her fingers positioning him right at her entrance. Her eyes never left his as she began to sink down.
The feeling was instantaneous and overwhelming. A low groan was torn from his throat as he felt himself enveloped by her. Heat. Incredible, soft heat. It was a tight, perfect hug, a velvety warmth that seemed to pull him deeper inside her. She just sat there, with him inside of her, motionless. He could feel her muscles pulsing, squeezing him. After a few moments, she started moving, a slow, deliberate rise and fall of her hips.
The sensation was more than he ever experienced. The blissful, clinging warmth when he was buried fully within her, a safe, complete feeling that rooted him to the spot. Then the cool air and the delicious friction as she rose, drawing nearly all of him out, leaving him aching and empty for a split second before she sank down again, swallowing him whole in that incredible warmth once more. In. Out. Warm. Cool. Safe. Aching. And through it all, he felt her pulsing around him. The rhythm was hypnotic. It unraveled his every thought.
As she found her pace, her hands went behind her back. With a deft flick, she unclasped her bra, shrugged it off, and let it fall to the floor. And there she was. Finally, completely revealed to him. He couldn’t breath. He couldn’t think. He’d never felt such sexual pleasure envelop all his senses at once.
His gaze traveled from her eyes, beautiful with concentration, down to her lips, slightly parted with her soft cries. Further down to her breasts, full and perfect, swaying gently with the motion of her body on his. His eyes traced the line of her stomach, down to where their bodies were joined, to her bare, beautiful sex. He could see everything – the way her thighs flexed as she moved, the perspiration on her skin, the captivating sight of his own body disappearing into hers.
The visual pleasure fused with the physical sensation, the sound of their coupling, the scent of her sex, and the taste still in his mouth, each sense feeding the others in a feedback loop of escalating bliss. He raised his hands, his palms gently tracing the undersides of her breasts, skimming along the soft curves, carefully avoiding her nipples just as she preferred.
Her movements became a little quicker, a little more urgent. Her inner muscles clenched harder around him, a tight squeeze that made him see stars. He could feel his own control breaking, the coil inside of him winding tighter and tighter with every slide of her body. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, not to guide her, but to hold on as the world narrowed to this one, exquisite, point.
It wasn’t a slow build. It was a sudden, inevitable explosion. His back arched off the bed as his release ripped through him, a loud cry escaping him as he poured everything he had into her, into this moment. Waves of electric pleasure radiated out from his core, leaving him shaking and completely spent.
She slowed her movements, pleasuring him through the last pulses of his climax, until he was soft inside her. With a soft grin, she lifted herself off him, the loss of contact almost making him panic, wanting more. She tied and disposed of the condom quickly, efficiently, professionally, before turning back to him.
Instead of lying beside him, she stretched out on top of him, her head nestled in the hollow of his neck, her leg thrown over his. He could feel the damp warmth of her pubic bone against his now-hypersensitive flesh, a new, intimate point of contact. His arms came around her, holding her close, feeling the beat of her heart slowly decelerate in step with his own.
They lay like that in a contented silence for a long while, until her lips found his skin, placing a lazy kiss just below his jaw. He tilted his head down but was too exhausted to reach all the way to her mouth, so he just lazily kissed her eyelid. She failed to suppress a giggle, which caused his heart to beat in contentment. There were no more words. There was only the warm weight of her body on his, the steady rhythm of their synchronized breathing, and the lingering touch of their lips as sleep began to pull them both under, wrapped safely in each other’s arms.
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