Smiling, he lay on his back, his erection wet and shining against his abdomen.
“Come on then. Let me watch you.”
Charlotte straddled his hips, lifted the head of his cock to the entrance of her vagina, and lowered her body onto him, pushing his shaft deep into him. With a growling moan, she pressed her weight against him, rocking her clit against his pubic bone and feeling his full length inside her, savoring this satisfaction.
She leaned down and put her hands on either side of Oliver’s chest. As she raised her hips, she contracted her muscles around him, and as she lowered back down, she released him and tilted her hips to rub her clit against him. Again and again, clenching as she raised her hips, released as she lowered, with this steady rhythm her arousal easily passed its previous level and she felt her orgasm build inside her. Her mouth opened wide, she rode him, intent on her orgasm. Her shoulders tensed and her brow creased in concentration. Holding her breath, she coaxed her arousal closer to the threshold. Oliver pulled her down and kissed her deeply, hands caressing her back and her ass. The change of angle increased the pressure on her clit, and this, combined with the electric sensations of his kiss, put Charlotte right at the edge.
Grunting and squealing through the kiss, she rocked her hips against him, his cock hard inside her, and let the final climb of her arousal dip into the spasms of orgasm that wracked her body and arched her spine. She cried out with each contraction, inarticulate with pleasure, hot waves of sensation passing through her entire being. Oliver held her tight as she writhed and moaned over him, until, little by little, the contractions faded, the tension in her shoulders eased, her buttocks and thighs relaxed, and she lay sweaty and panting over him.
“My turn,” he said. He wrapped his arms around her and sat up, taking her with him; then he laid her on her back and he lay over her. He leaned close her and kissed her slowly, thoughtfully, keeping completely still inside her. Her muscles clenched reflexively around him, and he broke from the kiss suddenly, gasping. Gently he began fucking her again. It was focused and intense, gradually increased in pace and pressure as he came closer and closer to orgasm. His face was serious and still, jaw tense, and he made gruff moaning noises with each ragged breath. Charlotte wrapped her arms and legs around him and reveled in this passionate, desperate desire which she had generated in this man. When he came, he bit her lip, hard, bit her earlobe and her neck, bit her jaw, overcome with the burning flashes of orgasm that convulsed his entire body. “Fuck, oh fuck Charlotte,” he growled.
As his arousal faded and his body relaxed, he kissed the flowering bruises where he had bitten her.
“Sorry, darling” he panted, and planted another wet kiss on her mouth.
“Oh, I don’t mind at all,” Charlotte said, beaming with satisfaction.
He rolled to her side and put his arm around her, still breathing deeply, chest heaving. He ran his hand over his forehead the wipe away the sweat beaded in his hairline.
“Jesus Christ.” He moved her hand to his hammering heart and laughed as he tried to catch his breath.
“And you’re absolutely certain, “Oliver gasped, “that you don’t want to get married?”
“Oh hell yes,” she answered. “I’d much rather have a lover than a husband. Every 50 woman over 50 should have one.”
“Fair enough,” he said, and he reached to the nightstand for the vibrator.