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“Can we talk about it later? Right
now I want you, only you, to love me.” She gave him her truth and
he responded immediately. Not with words, but actions.

With large hands holding her head,
he kissed her not with gentle seduction but passionate zeal. The
lust he encouraged in her was beyond her wildest imagination. She
hungered for him and he gave her everything she wanted.

Their tongue-wielding kiss soon
moved down to her nipples and further to her pussy. His mouth was
everywhere. The grip she had on his head was fierce and necessary.
Without her hold on him, she knew she’d immediately fall to the
ground. When he used his fingers to reveal her clit, Jon dove right
in to make her come.

“Jon,” she moaned and gripped his
dark hair more firmly, maybe even tugged on it when he bit her nub.
The need for a release raced from her feet to her head and back
down where it settled in her mound. A pulsating beat kept drumming,
insisting she find her climax. When he tugged her clit while
thrusting one, maybe two, possibly even more fingers in and out of
her wet slit, she shattered into a million pieces.

He wrapped his arms around her hips
and rested his face against her bare belly. She held him there and
tried to regain her breath.

“Oh Jon,” she murmured, not sure
what she’d planned to say. He surprised her by standing up in front
of her. The moment he looked at her, Molly was taken by the need to
hold a place in his eyes. He looked at her with an almost palatable
essence.

Without a word, he led her to the
bed and helped her onto the high mattress. She sat on her knees in
the center and waited for something, although she wasn’t sure what.
All they did was look at each other before he started to take his
clothes off. Boots, jeans, underwear and finally his t-shirt were
left scattered on the floor around him.

He opened the bedside drawer,
pulled out a couple condom wrappers, and set them on the
ledge.

Crawling onto the bed, he kneeled
in front of her and reached out a hand to lift one of her breasts.
“How do you not play with these bodacious fleshy mounds all day and
night?”

Rubbing his thumb gently across the
nipple, he was transfixed by them. While he played like a child
with marbles, she glanced at his hard cock, stunned. Molly had felt
him and knew the man was on the big side. As far as she was
concerned, he was a perfect size large. He was definitely no child,
and she looked back at his face with more knowledge.

“You’re big,” she told him, as if
he didn’t already know.

“Trust me, there are bigger. Not to
worry, flower. I’ll fit and give you great pleasure, promise,” he
confided with some humor.

“I believe you, but first I must…”
She didn’t finish what she was going to say; instead she took hold
of his cock and leaned down to place a kiss on the crown. An
intoxicating aroma circled around his groan. She couldn’t put a
word to the scent, but found she liked it. Putting her mouth around
the first inch of his rod for more of a taste, she savored the
connection.

Molly knew he let her lick and suck
him by what he did. Even though he ran one of his hands through her
hair, the other one held his hard-on, ensuring she could take only
as much as he allowed. While she’d prefer a quick hard thrust and
filling, she was good with how he possessed her body. There was no
way she could swallow his entire length, but she could make him
think she did.

Circling the tip with her tongue,
picking up all the pre-cum she could manage, she then slid her
mouth over what he let her have. He may not have expected her
laying a hand next to his. There was no intention to stop or
encourage him further with her touch. It was simply a natural place
for the hand to rest.

Over and over again, she licked and
swallowed, and savored every stroke her tongue made.

Jon wasn’t immune to her blowjob.
His hand tightened in her hair and he groaned, but otherwise the
man was as cool as a cucumber. Or, at least, she believed he was.
Being proven wrong was as much a joy as having his cock in her
mouth.

He gave her a little warning and a
few mumbled words, but she didn’t understand them and kept on
sucking him. When he pulled her away and lay her on her back, she
understood he wanted something else.

Would this be when he tied her up
and took her? He could always secure her hands above her head and
her legs to the post at the foot of the bed.

Ready for the bondage to come into
play, Molly was surprised when he put on a condom and went for the
missionary position. By no means was she disappointed, she simply
hadn’t expected it.

With only the crown of his cock
buried inside her pussy, the air caught in the back of her throat.
She brought her knees up and splayed them a little wider. The move
tightened the entrance to her slit. She hadn’t meant for it to
happen, but his groan made the move worthwhile.

He leaned on his elbows and watched
her get used to him being there. His cock’s presence, no matter how
minimal, felt right. She knew pleasure marked her face and didn’t
care. Emotions and feelings raced through her heart and body, so
why not let him see her passion for him?

“You all right?” He asked the
question while starting to move a little bit deeper before pulling
out again.

“Beautiful,” she murmured and gave
him her truth. “I want more of you. Give me everything and I’ll
love it all the more.”

After taking in everything he could
about her in a few brief seconds, Jon moved a hand between them.
Even though he rested on her, with her being stretched to an almost
painful point, she still gasped when he circled her clit. It was a
single step back from being too much, but it pulled unadulterated
need from deep within her soul.

She wanted to open her legs even
wider and groan her joy as he pleasured her. Trying to spread out
further brought a pinch to her nub and another round of unfettered
circles from his finger. She couldn’t hold it back. She groaned
until it almost became a scream as he pushed even more of his cock
inside her.

There was no break. He continued to
tease her excited nub and move his cock further in and out of her
wet pussy. When he finally was buried to the hilt inside her, she
breathed out and looked up at him.

“I’m completely full of you and
want nothing else,” she told him with a smile.

“Nothing? No thrusting, no fucking,
no humpy-pumpy?”

“Humpy-pumpy?” She laughed hard and
might have pushed a small portion of him out. “What man calls sex
humpy-pumpy?”

“Me, and you can thank my uncle who
said I was a rambunctious nine-year-old boy who was already curious
about the birds and the bees.” He moved back into her, then pulled
out a bit further before pushing back in. The man was a sex machine
and she was glad to have him between her legs. Originally his size
was admittedly daunting, but she got over any concern she may have
had rather quickly.

She wanted him to love her and her
body.

“Please, Jon. Please take me until
I can’t take anymore.” She didn’t care if she begged.

“Is this all right?” he asked as he
pulled more of his cock out than he had before and pushed it all
back in.

Her breath caught on a
hitch.

“More, please. Keep going.” Bracing
one of her feet between his legs gave her the ability to bump her
hips upward. It wasn’t much, but enough for him to make a few
changes. Once he opened her inner lips, leaving her clit completely
uncovered, he pushed his pelvis more firmly against hers and pulled
his hand out.

Jon was able to fuck her freely,
and he did. She was still tight around him, but not as much as
before. He was able to move more quickly and, somewhere along the
line, he added a circular motion.

“You okay?” he queried as he thrust
most of his length in before pulling the rod free.

“Great! I’m great. Keep going,” she
murmured. As he fucked her, she only cared about being with him,
lost in the abyss of pleasure.

They had a rhythm to what they were
doing, or they did until he grasped hold of a breast and held it
out as he leaned down to run his tongue around the hard
tip.

“Oh, oh my. Oh, Jon,” she cried as
her hands gripped his head. From there, all words became grunts,
moans, and groans.

He bit, tugged, and sucked the
nipple and it seemed to have a line straight to her pussy. With
each loving touch from his mouth and teeth, she wanted to wrap her
legs around him and absorb everything about him. An idea slipped in
her head how he didn’t need to fuck in and out of her as long as
his mouth worked on her breast. All was beautiful, then he would
slide his cock in and out, and her eyes would roll back in her
head.

The time came when he shifted her
leg and held the knee pressed to the bed. Without any warning, he
pushed in and she started to climax as he pulled free. The release
was in the back of her throat until she screamed his name, then it
moved down to rapidly pulse in her pussy.

Jon was more than a sex machine. He
was a living, breathing, thinking man who gave her things she
hadn’t known she wanted. Sex with the coach had always followed a
routine. They’d strip, fuck in missionary or from behind, come, and
they were done. There was nothing habitual about this man and she
was thrilled by the discovery.

As she started to come down to
earth, he shifted onto his knees and brought her with him, leaving
her head and shoulders on the bed. She wasn’t sure what to do with
her feet and there was no time to figure it out.

With his thumb once again circling
her clit, he moved his cock steadily in and out of her wet pussy.
She could hear the moist music created by their lovemaking, but
couldn’t focus on it. Lost to their passion and on the cusp of
coming again, she could only say one word to him.

“Please,” she panted over and over
again.

He breathed heavily, and his hair
no longer hung straight down past his ears but was mussed from her
hands. A part of her needed to know he was human. At one point she
wondered because he seemed to be all powerful, all
knowing.

“Please what, flower. Please what?”
He grunted and kept fucking her as he teased her excited bundle of
nerves.

“Please,” was all she could groan
before the flood gates opened. Apparently the previous climax had
been an appetizer. Her slit pulsated around his rapidly plunging
cock and tried to pull it in to hold the hard flesh captive. She
didn’t want to ever lose him being buried inside her
body.

A minute later—maybe more, maybe
less—he came and she tried to soak in every grunt and pulse
pounding beat he made. She wanted his seed and it seemed to be the
final stage in what they’d done, only his release rested in the
bottom of a rubber. They’d have to talk about specifics, although
she could say without pause she wanted all he had to offer. She was
on a birth control pill and had no STD’s, which meant condoms
wouldn’t be an issue.

When he finally relaxed on top of
her, she didn’t ask for air. Instead, she accepted him and his
weight, wrapped her arms and legs around him, and held on as he
breathed. This was the man Molly wanted to spend her life with.
There was much more to learn about and from him. She wanted and
hoped to experience everything life offered with him at her
side.

Molly couldn’t be happier as they
snuggled under a blanket on the long leather couch in the
screened-in back porch. The moonlight shined through tree branches
and made it feel almost like it was daytime.

They weren’t doing anything
special, unique or sexual. An occasional word or two was spoken,
but they simply sat quietly with each other.

It gave her time to think, not
dwell, but think through what had happened and what, if anything,
she’d change. There was only one thing: to not have the tattooed
portrait of a past partner on her back. If she wanted to label it,
then a monkey on her back would suit it best.

“How hard would it be to have my
tattoo erased?” She said it out loud and hadn’t actually meant to.
However, she sensed she should get rid of some unwanted weight when
she told him what was on her mind.

“Many, many visits to someone who
uses lasers, and each visit will cost a chunk.” The news wasn’t the
best, but he went on and gave her hope. “You could find a tattoo
artist you trust and, if they’ll do it, have them do a cover-up
tat. I’ve seen a few of those and you can’t see the original ink
without looking hard.”

“Interesting. You’ve given me an
option I hadn’t thought of,” she murmured and started to think
about a potential new opportunity to erase the ink. She wasn’t
ashamed of having a tattoo, but she was of having a past boyfriend
who, at the end of their relationship, treated her like dirt. It
actually sounded more like a viable solution and a great deal
cheaper. Maybe she could get rid of him and move on with life. She
wanted to get on with things and not be ashamed of her past or her
back.

What a joy it would be to shake off
the past and be free of a mistake she’d once made. The more her
tattoo circled around in her head, the sooner she realized exactly
what the first step into something new should be.