Tempting Research (3 page)

“If I tell you what I like, will you tell me your secrets?” His hands rested on either side of head.

She brought the brandy up to her lips, to take a sip. He took the glass off her and swallowed the contents.

“That’s not very fair. You had yours.” She pouted, seeing the amber liquid glistening on his lips. “I suppose I should just steal it back.

Her tongue licked his lips, tasting him on her tongue. She moaned.

“It tastes even better from here,” she told him.

He growled as his hands grasped her hair and slammed his lips down on hers. It was lust. Pure lust.  She was feeling from him.

Her hands rested on the wall. She allowed him to touch her. His other hand pressed against her breast.

She cried out. He’d seen her naked, touched her naked breasts but this felt more intimate.

“I like everything about you.” He kissed the corner of her lips. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for weeks. I think you’re hot and sexy and my cock is aching so damn bad for you.”

Melissa felt foggy. He was invading her body, making her confused and unsure of what she was supposed to do.

She wanted him. She could feel her body melting against him.

“Tell me what you like?” he whispered against her throat. She gasped as his teeth bit down on her neck.

She shuddered against him.

“I like what you’re doing to me.”

“Tell me what you want.”

She swallowed against the danger.

“You’re her, remember.”

She nodded.

“Unbutton my blouse,” she instructed. She felt better when she saw he was as affected by this as she was. His hands were shaking. It took him some time but he managed to get the buttons open.

“You look amazing,” he told her. His hand cupped her breast through her bra.

“Stop.  I didn’t say you could touch.” His hands left her immediately.

She needed to get out of this space. She cupped his cock and moved out of his way until she was out in the open.

“I have to say I’m a little disappointed. I thought your hands could do better,” she complained. She went for the zip of her skirt and pushed it past her thighs. She may be thirty years plus, but with no children and herself to keep company, she’d kept herself in good shape.

Melissa knew she looked good. The black thong was cut high on the thigh, her bra spilling the tops of her breasts out. The teasing red nipples poking out.

She reached up and removed the clip keeping her bun up. She brought her hair out until it fanned out.

Melissa knew she was every young guy’s sexual fantasy. The only thing missing was the killer heel.

She was a real woman, not fantasy. If she was in heels, she would be dead by the time she walked the short distance to where he stood.

“You’re perfect.” His compliments were really working wonders on her ego.

“Wish I could say the same.”

One of his eyebrows rose.

“The least you could do is remove the clothing.”

She felt powerful. He removed his shirt and now she had the time to admire his body. She liked what she saw.

If she could, she would have whistled. The guy was packing some serious muscle. Tanned, muscled and he wanted her. What had she done, to be this lucky on this day?

She didn’t care.  She was going to live this moment to the fullest.

He was wearing running track suite bottoms, she watched as he loosened the string and they joined his shirt and trainers on the floor.

He stood in boxer shorts, his dick clearly outlined even though they were black. 

“Do you like what you see?” he asked her.

Melissa leaned round the back and rid her body of the confines of the bra. Her breasts tumbled out. Big and natural. Nothing fake or surgical about her.

Her nipples were hard because she was turned on.

She heard him hiss. She smiled.

“I think it's only fair, you have nothing on top, I shouldn’t either.”

His hands went to the top of his pants. “In that case.” He dropped them down his body.

It was time for her to look at him, to see if he would get her approval. His cock stood naked, long and thick for her. He was well packaged in that department. 

She looked her fill. Absorbing every part of him to memory. The character within them melted away and all that was left was this intense, natural sexual attraction that was real. They could touch, feel and taste each other.

She hooked her fingers inside the string of her thong, turned to show him her butt and wriggled her ass slowly, teasing and tempting him, as little by little she exposed herself to his eyes.

She heard him moan seconds after she peeled the thong past her slit. She was wet, swollen and juicy. It was all for him.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked him.

He moved closer to her. “You have no idea how much I like.”

She looked at his dick, she could see how swollen the head was and even in the small amount of light the tip was leaking his pre-cum. She licked her lips.

“Fuck, don’t do that,” he growled, fisting his shaft. He did it hard and fast. Melissa turned abruptly to him stopping him with a hand over his.

“Not so hard,” she crooned. She took over, moving his hand out of the way. She touched his cock for the first time. He was hard and smooth and so eager. He tried to thrust in her hands fast but she stopped him with a hand on his hip. “Calm down and take it slow.”

She showed him with her hand, working his shaft slow. Prolonging the pleasure.

“It feels so damn good.”

“It is supposed to feel this good. Don’t go fast, enjoy it and make it last.” She guided him through it. When he looked like it was too much she would stop.

He reached out and touched her breasts, circling her small red nipples until they puckered.

“Kiss them,” she instructed lifting her chest for him to have easy access.

His hot tongue circled the peak, she stared down and watched as he teased her body. She loved to watch and now was no different. It was so erotic to see and to feel all the excitement.

“Harder.”

She cried out as his teeth nipped her sensitive bud.

She wanted to feel those sinful lips between her legs.

“You ever gone down on a woman, Jack?” she asked in between pants of pleasure.

He stopped and looked at her. She felt his finger slip through her slit feeling her wetness.

“Yes I have.”

His fingers found her clit and quickly he worked her button. She stopped him. So far it would seem the younger man is more eager to get it done than to prolong.

“Slow down.” Taking his hand she moved to her sofa, lying so her ass was on the edge. Jack knelt down before her. Placing his hands on her thighs as he opened her up.

He gasped.

She was perfect.

He ran his fingers through the fine whispers of hair covering her mound. Her smell came to him.  She was soft and delicate. For the first time his mouth was watering. She would taste so damn good.

He wanted to give her pleasure. He wanted her screaming his name.

Deep down, he knew they were past the characters. This was them. He opened her wider to make more room, his hand going underneath to cup her butt and bring her to the right position. He wanted her open to him.

He could see her clit peeking out at him begging him for attention.  It was beautiful and calling for his tongue. He pressed the tip against that small pearl of sensation and she instantly bucked off the sofa. He pressed a hand to her stomach to keep her calm and steady.

Using his other hand, he slipped his finger inside her pussy. Her walls were tight, wet and hot. He groaned as he felt her grasping his large finger. His tongue worked her button. She was screaming in no time.

Jack wondered if he was the first man in a while. She was so close. Each touch had her gasping and thrusting closer to him.

“More,” she moaned as he thrust a second finger inside her. She was squeezing him tight.

Moving his other hand away from her, he rested it on her thigh, tightening it around the muscle.

As he moved his fingers out of her channel, he replaced it with his tongue, thrusting inside her, tasting her juicy essence.

She tasted sweet.

He loved her cries and pants as he swirled her clit and thrust inside her pussy.

“Please, pretty, please,” she begged him.

It was nice to see the passionate woman begging for his tongue. After he’d messed up with him rushing everything, he wanted to show her how good he can be.

Her legs were shaking.  He wanted to bring her screaming. His tongue worked her button, his fingers used her lubrication and brought it to the pucker of her anus, he applied gentle pressure, with his other hand he thrust inside her pussy as his finger penetrated her ass.

She climaxed immediately. She was screaming for more, fighting him off. The pleasure too intense. It was too much. He could feel the quivers in her body as her climax consumed her entire body and thrust her over the edge of oblivion and beyond.

He held her as she took everything he gave. She looked so beautiful completely lost to lust. His cock was throbbing but this was better than any other attention he could have gotten. Just watching how much she loved it was more than enough of a turn on.

When the last shudders took her body, he stopped teasing her clit and removed his fingers from her aching body. He wiped them on a piece of his clothing. He had no intention of leaving tonight. He wanted to take her anyway he could.

He dropped down next to her on the sofa. He loved it when she curled up next to him, snuggling against his chest.

Jack usually hated it when a woman got all touchy-feely after sex but with Melissa it felt so right.

They hadn’t had complete sex but this felt nice, it felt good.

“Have I helped inspire you?” he asked her.

He felt her chuckle.

“Completely.”

Chapter Four

Melissa poured them both a drink of instant coffee and walked naked back to the sofa. They had her laptop open and writing a really hot massage scene where the heroine started looking for her younger man and the cougar was born.

“What do you think she should do?” Melissa handed him her cup. He lay with one of her favorite pillows across his lap.

“Why should she do all the work? Just because the guy is younger doesn’t mean he can’t take the initiative and start it up. Look at me and you.” He took a sip of her coffee.

“Me and you are not characters in a book.”

“Why not? It worked for us, why can’t it work for them?” He leaned over and kissed her on the lips his hand coming to cup one of her full breasts. She moaned.  He was teasing her beyond her imagination.

She put her coffee down and took his. She climbed onto his lap so her knees were straddling his waist.

“I thought we needed to work on your story?” His hands came up to cup her ass, his lips circling her nipple.

She groaned.

“The story can wait but I can’t.”

She tore his lips away from her body she kissed him thrusting her tongue between his lips. He had his back against the sofa. This was all her.

Her hand went down and grasped his cock which was already hardening with the closeness of her body.

“I want to fuck you,” she whispered against his lips, biting down on his lips.

“You’re in control, Baby. Fuck me, ride me, do whatever the hell you want with me. Just don’t stop touching me.” He growled as she fisted him.

His hands grabbed hold of her waist and as she held his cock steady and firm, he guided her body down his shaft.

Jack swore as he felt her wet dripping pussy eat his cock. They both watched between their bodies as they connected and became one.

She cried out as he seemed to go on forever. Melissa held onto his shoulders, gasping for breath. It had been so long and she felt full. She could feel him pulsing inside her. She sat there, allowing her body to become accustomed to such a large dick. She looked down at him and he smiled at her.

“You have a tight cunt.” He fingered her clit making her convulse around his shaft, tightening around him further.

Their screams mingled and echoed off the walls.

Melissa held onto his shoulders.  She couldn’t stay still anymore. She needed to move and to feel him inside her.

She lifted up and thrust back down on his cock.

“You look so fucking hot.” His hands went back to her waist and she could feel her wetness from his fingers as they touched her skin. She was so turned on.  She couldn’t stop herself.

As he forced her body to receive all of him, she forced his head down to lick and suck her tits.

She cried out as his teeth bit down into her flesh. They rode each other, rough and hard. Jack thrust up to meet her. His cock beating inside her.

Melissa felt on a wave of incredible orgasm.

She screamed and cried.

“It’s not enough,” he cried.

Taking her hips, he pushed her to the floor, changing positions with him on top. He took his cock in hand, opened her legs wider, pressed against her dripping entrance and slammed inside her.

He lifted her legs over his shoulders, cupping her ass and bringing her body into the curve of his lap. He used his cock and strength to fuck her harder and deeper.

It was unlike anything she had ever experienced in her life.

“Touch yourself. I want to see you come all over my cock.”

She moved her hands and fingered her clit, she was slippery and swollen and the slightest touch had her quivering.

“Fuck. I can feel how close you are.”

She didn’t stop.  She needed that sweet release. That point where nothing mattered, where the world went blank and all that mattered was the wonderful feeling of lightness.

“I’m so close. I can’t stop,” she cried, as with one final flick and his hard dick thrusting inside her cunt she screamed as release consumed her.

She felt his thrusts get harder and faster as her pussy tightened around his cock.

She was still absorbing the climax when she felt him thrust so deep inside her and kick as his cock shot his release soaking her with his seed.

She didn’t care.