Page 26 of Forever and Always

Katy

I’d always loved giving blow jobs. I knew a lot of women didn’t enjoy them, but for me, they were the ultimate form of control. Knowing that I could bring even the strongest man to his knees with my mouth was an incredible feeling.

Andrew was a decent size, larger than most men I’d been with. His dick was thick and straight, rapidly turning a reddish color as the blood pooled in the area. I licked around the tip, tasting precum, then took as much of him as I could in my mouth. When he hit the back of my throat, I pulled back slowly, then sucked him down again, following the motion of my mouth with my hand.

Andrew groaned, then he slid his fingers into my hair but was seemingly content to let me take the lead. Bracing myself with my other hand on his thigh, I began bobbing up and down on his cock, taking him as deep as I could, then retreating.

When I hollowed out my cheeks and added more pressure, Andrew suddenly stepped back. I looked up in confusion.

“Sorry, did I do something you didn’t like?”

He gave me a bemused look. “No, I like it too much, but I’m forty-eight years old. I probably have one shot to come tonight, and I want it to be buried deep inside your pussy.”

The pussy in question flooded with arousal. At least perimenopause hadn’t taken that from me yet. I shifted to my feet, then leaned up to press a quick kiss to Andrew’s lips. If it bothered him to taste himself on my lips he didn’t let on.

“How about we get started on that deep in my pussy part?”

Then I squealed as he picked me up at the waist and gently tossed me onto the bed.

“You have to stop picking me up,” I laughed. “One of these days you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“It’ll be totally worth it,” he said, joining me on the bed.

He crawled up my body, stared into my eyes, then lowered himself on top of me in the world’s slowest reverse push-up. Impatient, I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down the rest of the way so I could kiss him again.

Then I pulled away as something occurred to me.

“Do you have protection?” I asked. “I might have something in my bedroom.”

There was no ‘might’ about it, but I didn’t want to seem too slutty. I had an IUD, but I also always insisted on guys wearing condoms. No exceptions. I’d decided years ago not to have children, and I took my protection seriously, especially at my age.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered.”

He reached over into the drawer of the bedside table and brought out a strip of five or six condoms.

“I thought you only had one shot,” I teased.

“Well, just in case.”

Dropping his head, Andrew kissed me again until we were both breathless. Moving to the side, he slid his hand between my legs, then gave me a satisfied smile.

“Feels like you’re sufficiently excited.”

“I should be,” I retorted. “You’ve been working me up for weeks.”

I gasped as he moved his fingers slowly up and down my slit, teasing me.

“Andrew, I want you.”

He stopped moving to stare down into my eyes again. His brown eyes were so intense they almost looked black.

“Are you sure about this?”

I nodded.

He raised one eyebrow, so I added, “Yes. I want you inside me. Now.”

He nodded like he’d just solved a puzzle. Rolling to his side, he made quick work of rolling on a condom before climbing back on top of me and sliding his hips between my legs. I bent my knees and let them drop to the side, giving him more access. Pushing himself up on his elbows, Andrew notched his cock at my opening. Then he slowly pushed in, just an inch or two, and stopped.