But the sight he found there was worthy of an erection.
With the lights still on. Lucy was laid out on the bed waiting for him. She was dressed in a silky, loose fitting short, crop top, black camisole and a pair of her stretch black, satin, string sided hipster undies.
The flimsy material of her camisole draped across that part of her breasts that it covered in a way that highlighted them, her nipples provocatively pushing up the soft, delicate material. And her undies had been pulled up tight, proudly displaying Lucy’s glorious mons bulge to its perfection and forming a camel toe that revealed Lucy swollen and aroused labia.
Yes, she could have laid there naked waiting for him, but in a far more seductive way, she was effectively gift wrapped. Matt almost felt inadequate in presenting her with nothing more than erection.
As he knelt on the bed and bent over her, he asked…
“Is it OK if I touch you.”
“Touch me all you want.”
Matt ran his hands down her flanks, as far as her hips, before sliding them back up and under her camisole to cup her breasts as he bent in to kiss her. Her nipples hardened to his touch and Lucy lifted her hands over her head, indicating Matt should slip her camisole off.
What a contrast this Lucy was to the one he’d first started the sex education of, given at that time she was almost paranoid about any exposure of her breasts and crotch; never having been seen naked even by her house sharing sister.
Matt kissed down her body, running his hands back down her flank until her came to her mons bulge, kissing it through the material of her panties as Lucy lifted her hips to signal they should be removed too.
As Matt worked back up her body after pulling her panties over her feet, Lucy tucked her hands under his armpit and drew him fully up…
“Penetrate me.”
Matt dropped his hips to bring the tip of his erection into her crease, surging it until he found the tip captured by the opening to her receptive vagina; pushing gently against no resistance until he found himself fully penetrated. Almost immediately Lucy rolled them over, leaving her on top, lying on his chest.
She pushed down hard on his erection, as if trying to make sure it couldn’t go in any further…
“I just want to enjoy your embrace.”
Matt caressed Lucy’s back and ran his hands through her hair as she lay her head on his chest; occasionally pushing down hard on his erection again and screwing it around inside her as she brushed her nipples across his chest. But for the most part, it seemed Lucy wanted a lover’s embrace; something Matt was only too happy to oblige her with even if his manhood surged in anticipation every time Lucy screwed it about.
For maybe ten minutes they lay together like that; Lucy periodically squirming on top of Matt to deepen her penetration and brush her nipples, Matt content to glide his hand across her soft skin and enjoy the feeling of cupping the sexy cheeks of her bottom as his erection surged inside her.
The change in mood came quickly and without warning to Matt.
Lucy suddenly lifted her head and almost threw it against Matt’s face as she started to passionately kiss him, as the same time lifting her stomach to start thrusting his shaft forcefully in and out of her; firmly rubbing her clit against his pubis as she did so.
As she settled into her rhythm, Matt could also sense her nipples being brushed across his chest.
Slowly she rose up on extended arms. Enough to give her a better angle for her clit stimulation, but not so much that Matt couldn’t lift his head to suck her nipples.
As it had earlier, Lucy’s moans and breathing communicated to him the rapid increase in her arousal. Indeed, she climaxed fairly quickly. As she laid back down on top of Matt and induced him to roll on top, she asked…
“Can you take your time and try and have as much body contact as possible?”
“Sure, if I can. Do you want me to put the sex pillow under your hips?”
“No, you don’t need to do that.”
“You know I can’t really be sure of getting an angle that will stimulate you without it.”
“Yes, but that’s not important. I just want to get the full experience of being fucked by a stud of a man who wants to rub himself against my body, instead of him having to treat me like I’m toxic.”
It occurred to Matt you could never say that Lucy wasn’t direct. At least you knew what she wanted and why. He was chuffed by her suggestion she regarded him as a stud while recognising her reference to toxic was simply her recognition of her own normal desire not to be touched more than absolutely necessary.
“I’ll do my best.”
Lucy’s words gave Matt a lot of freedoms he didn’t usually have with her. Normally he was anxious to finish himself quickly for fear of triggering her sensory issues and of course trying to maintain the least contact possible with her non-erogenous zones.
He supported his weight on elbows and knees just above Lucy, letting his thighs and much of the length of his legs be in contact with hers as he started thrusting. He used short, deeply penetrating thrusts; ones that gave him the emotional pleasure of deeply fucking her without boiling up his balls too quickly. At the same time he let his torso glide across the top of hers, brushing across her nipples in a way he could feel was hardening them.
Lucy’s grip on him was medium to light. Tight enough to give him an orgasm if he thrust in a way that maximised his physical pleasure, but not so tight as to brew him up regardless.
Matt could almost sense Lucy relax into what was happening. As he continued thrusting, her body seemed to receive the experience like it was some sort of exotic new form of massaging pleasure as she ever so gently and lightly caressed his body. She hummed in apparent pleasure; not, Matt thought because his actions were stimulating her to an orgasm, but rather because she seemed to be enjoying Matt’s attempt to give her the sort of sex she asked for.
Matt was enjoying himself too. A lot. Two orgasms already that afternoon, combined with his controlled technique was giving him a lot of endurance, both in terms of not cumming and in term of having the energy to continue. With all concerns about either stimulating Lucy, or taking too long, removed, he was enjoying the sex and his intimacy with Lucy free from any guilt.
As he kept pushing it deeply into Lucy, his manhood felt as big, thick and hard as it had ever felt. It rubbed delightfully against her vaginal walls and jammed itself firmly against her unyielding pelvic floor muscle on full penetration; both actions being pleasurably rewarding.
But in a way, he still couldn’t help but try and stimulate Lucy. It was a habit born of his past sexual experiences. The full penetration gave him an opportunity to try and stimulate her clit and he hoped that somehow, twisting his shaft around inside her on full penetration may have even triggered her g spot.
It was actually to his surprise when Lucy’s breathing started to show signs of arousal towards orgasm. Only Lucy knew that the cause was Matt’s brushing against her nipples, but the cause didn’t matter to Matt. He was simply chuffed to find himself doing it.
It progressed rather quickly, her previous non sexual hums being replaced by some very sexual groans.
As Lucy came, she lifted her hips up to push them firmly against Matt, deepening his penetration of her, as she squirmed and twisted about under him.
As her contractions pummelled his manhood, she tightened her grip on him. For the first time, that triggered the first tendrils of an orgasm from which there was no going back. As Lucy subsided back down onto the bed, Matt found his thrusts wanting to be longer and faster as if his body was giving instructions to him. He listened, his grunts of pleasure echoing around the room.
Feed by a persistent erection that had lasted most of the evening, pumped up further by Matt’s extended penetration and fucking of Lucy, the climax when it came, was a monster. Matt let out a cry that filled the house as his brain was flooded with the pleasure from that first pulse of his cum rushing up his shaft to fill Lucy’s vagina, followed quickly by pulse and pulse of additional cum delivering pleasure. He surrendered to his desire to pump Lucy to prolong and enhance his enjoyment; pumping away until his body said ‘stop’ and suddenly withdrew from him all energy, leaving him slumped over Lucy, almost unable to move.
He giggled to himself about the way the male body uninhibitedly debases itself in the throes of sexual climax, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
Lucy ran a hand through his hair…
“That seemed to be a pretty good one.”
“It was. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
“I loved it. I loved the feeling of a man really fucking me. It makes me feel — I don’t know — bonded to him while at the same time gives me pleasure that I’ve pleasure him. There’s something really sensory about it in a positive way.”
“Speaking of sensory, how are you doing?”
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