I had spent years trying to wish, pray and secretly manipulate my way into Sharron’s heart. In my mind, I had made tender love to her over and over again. I had smothered her dainty breasts with caresses and light gentle kisses as she moaned in delight. I had suckled her nipples, raising each one to a state of excitement that left her panting for more. I had kissed my way into the juncture of her thighs where I licked and nibbled the soft folds of her labia, slipping my fingers and tongue into her pussy in search of her g-spot. I had made her cum hundreds of times, leaving her claw marks on the ceiling every time she exploded to new heights due to my ministrations. I had coveted the image of her beauty and lusted for her in a way no other woman could be worthy of.
When I think of the ways my life curled around her very existence, and the things I had done to try to get her to recognize me as the man for her, it proved to be the greatest unsuccessful task of my life. “Gawd,” I thought, “what did I do wrong?” All those efforts had failed miserably. My heart was still suffering from the thought that she would never feel the length, breadth and capacity of my love. Even if I could fully express to her how I felt, I didn’t think she would ever be able to understand it. Simply stated, no one could ever love her more than I could, and no one would make her feel as special as I could. Alas, my heart would never experience the contentment of Sharron knowing how much I loved her.
I was teetering back and forth with my feelings; dealing with the pain of losing her and then filled to the brim with excitement to be lying naked on her bed with her on top of me. I have never been a person who was interested in the ‘zipless fuck’. Hell, if I just wanted to cum, I could always jack off….. that was a quick and simple solution to relieve my straining erections. But right now, with her body pressed to mine, I kept coming back to three facts: 1) we were never going to be together as a couple, 2) she was never going to experience the fullness of my love, and 3) she had excited me to a fever pitch, again. Damn her, she’s so good at that.
If I would not have lived it myself, I wouldn’t have believed the events of the last few hours with Sharron. Since our lunch date, I had been naked in front of her twice and used two different pairs of her panties to masturbate. She had even touched my cock and stroked me. Now, she was asking my permission if she could sit up on top of me and wiggle her delicious pussy down on top of my cock….. my throbbing, dripping, straining and aching cock.
I really didn’t have to respond to her request and I think she knew it, because without another word being said, she lifted slightly and steered her mound to my waiting rod. Hovering over me, our eyes made contact as her hips searched out the connecting point where my cock would intersect with her womanhood. As she found the spot, I readied myself for what I knew was going to be the single most wonderful feeling in the world the moment she slid down on top of me, burying my cock inside her vagina.
Finally, when she was satisfied that she had positioned herself flawlessly with my erection snugly at the entrance of her womb, she leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Brad, please don’t move or say anything. Just let me do this by myself.”
Then, ever so slowly, I felt the warmth and wetness of her femininity open and begin to descend over my cockhead. As I started to slip inside her, she suddenly stopped her movement and laid herself down on my chest. Unconsciously, I wrapped my arms around her and caressed her shoulders and neck, snuggling soft kisses against her skin. She shivered, and I felt goose bumps rise on her body as I blew warm air down her neck and back. I waited for her to finally thrust herself down on my tool, but she didn’t.
Little by little, though, over the span of several minutes she slowly worked herself all the way down my shaft until I heard her let out a breath of air, puffing lightly as my entire girth came to rest inside her. I flexed my cock, hoping she would feel and respond to my urgency, but her pussy held me so tight my cock didn’t move at all, it only swelled causing her to gasp as she felt me throb inside her warmth.
With almost undetectable movements, she began to rock minutely back and forth on top of me. I felt her breath against the side of my neck as she silently increased the rate and depth of her penetration. With each stroke, her breathing went from slow and even, to faster and choppy. With each downward push, she would moan as she bottomed out on me, causing my excitement level to ratchet up with each and every repetition.
I wanted desperately to meet her movements, or to kiss her or do something to get her to understand that all I wanted to do was make love WITH her, but I remembered her instructions for me to stay still and stay quiet, so I did just that.
I could smell her precious feminine aroma filling my nostrils and I heard the sounds of her pussy giving way to my hardness. I swelled with pride knowing I was finally able to give her something she would treasure and remember. Even though she was enjoying my cock, and not my heart, it didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was that she was being pleased, and it was my cock that was pleasing her. For all I cared, she could ride me for hours and I would be content to lie here and let her cum as many times as she wanted or until she passed out from exhaustion.
Her breathing got much deeper once she found a comfortable rhythm. Her eyes closed and as I closed mine, I felt her snuggle deeply into my neck and wrap her hands around my head. Her rhythm stayed slow, but then it started to speed up in time with her breathing. As she sped up, I tried to concentrate on letting her have her fun. Considering everything, I was holding up pretty well until she started to buck up and down wildly on top of me…. then I thought about what was happening. She was fucking me! She was fucking my cock. My cock! Not someone else’s cock but, my cock, and it felt damn good.
Without being too obvious, I raised my hips a little to give her more of my erection to thrust down on. She took advantage of it, too, increasing her grind against me each time she was at the bottom of her down stroke. Then, lifting her chest off of mine and holding herself up with her arms, she started her final assault on my penis. Our eyes met, and as she fucked me, I saw a look of total satisfaction flood over her face.
Sharron’s orgasm must have snuck up on her, because I don’t think she was ready for it. It was powerful and as I watched the expression on her face, I was briefly reminded of watching a flower open using time lapse photography because every little expression and movement of her face told the story that she was only a fraction of a second away from exploding.
I had reached up to cradle her sexy breasts in my hands, gently teasing her nipples with my fingertips. The instant I did, the expression on her face changed and her mouth fell open. Taking the chance that she liked the way I was playing with her breasts, I teased them more, tweaking her nipples and making them hard under my fingers. Her face turned red and then she came…. moaning and squirming on top of me, forcing herself down on my cock until she froze and yelled, “Yes! Yes! Yes!”
Exhausted, she collapsed down on my chest, trying to catch her breath. I took this opportunity to softly stoke her hair and her neck, telling her to relax and rest. I remember saying a lot of things as I caressed her, but when it was all over, the only thing I really wanted her to feel was me holding her, caring for her and loving her.
We laid there for a good ten minutes while she caught her breath. All the while, my cock stayed hard inside her, throbbing and jerking as it was held captive deep inside her warm and wet pussy.
Lifting her head up and peering at me through the strands of her disheveled hair, she smiled. “I haven’t cum like that in a long, long time, Brad.” She said. “If I would have known you were going to be that good,” she added with a laugh, “I would have jumped your bones years ago.”
I couldn’t contain my smile, and it beamed broadly across my face as I smothered myself in the pride that my cock had just made my beautiful dream girl cum. But, my smile faded quickly as she continued speaking, saying “I still can’t love you like you want me to, though.”
“Since I have you as a captured audience,” she said, still lying on top of me with my cock trapped in her vagina, “maybe this is a good time to talk about all the things you said this afternoon. Okay?”
I thought it was pretty bizarre for her to pick this exact time and place to rehash the things I said during our lunch, but I surely wasn’t going to ask her to pull her pussy up off my cock, so I just nodded and said “Yeah, okay.”
“Good.” She said. “First of all, I told a small, white lie to you at lunchtime and I want to make that right. I feel bad about it, too, because I know you’ve never lied to me.”
She went on to say, “I admit I suspected you had a thing for me, you know…. by some of the things you’ve said and the occasional ‘I Love You’ you’ve said from time to time. It was flattering for me, Brad, and I’m no different than any other girl who wants to see herself as being desired and wanted. But, I didn’t know you were really ‘in love’ with me until you said something today. I never intentionally tried to lead you on, but, on the other hand, I never brought it up to discuss with you, either. Maybe I should have, I don’t know, but I still feel bad that I allowed you to go on the way you did for so long.”