Daniel
I offer her my hand, and she takes it without question. It’s like she’s giving me her trust, and I don’t take that lightly. I don’t ever intend to lose it.
She stands, and with her hand still in mine, I walk her to the back of the penthouse and go up the stairs. We don’t speak as we climb to the top and walk a few feet down the hall until we reach the double doors. She says nothing when I push the doors open and we enter my bedroom, only looks up at me with her big, beautiful brown eyes and blinks. I lean down and kiss her on her lips. I don’t deepen it. I end it and take a step back. She almost stumbles from the sudden movement.
This is her chance to leave. I'll let her go if she thinks this is too much too soon. At least for tonight. We’ll leave the bedroom and do whatever else she wants.
When I make eye contact with her, she doesn't move to leave. Instead of walking out, she stands there and holds my stare. I slowly close the door and return to her.
I unbutton her shirt, and she does the same to me. Once we’re both topless, I cover her mouth with mine again. Needing to feel more of her, I lift her off her feet, and she wraps her long legs around me. Without breaking the kiss, I unsnap and remove her bra. Her small breasts spring free .
I walk us to the bed, and I drop her. Seconds later, I pull off her leggings along with her panties. She crawls onto the bed and grabs my belt. I pull it off along with my pants and boxers, my stiff dick springing to life. It’s right in her face; she looks up at me and gives me a playful smile. She gets on her knees, and her soft hands slide up to my pecs.
“This dick is jubalacious,” she mutters.
“That’s not a word.” My voice is a husky whisper, and I can barely contain myself with the touch of her hand on my body.
“That’s why I’ve always preferred numbers to words,” she says.
“Five, four, three, two—" I push her shoulders, and she ends up on her back. I dive on top of her before she can move. “One,” I say before I smother her words with a kiss.
I taste her while my hands touch her silky skin. She smells amazing. Whatever it is, it’s light and clean. My hand travels down, and I grab her hips. They’re perfect. Her body is tight and firm, yet soft and pliant.
“I’ve wanted to touch you since I saw you,” I say.
“Then touch me, Jubilee,” she whispers back.
I kiss her again, unable to get my fill of her taste. She moans in my mouth, and I don’t know how I’ll get my fill of her moans either. She’s intoxicating, and I’m already addicted. I spread her legs apart and touch her pussy. She’s soaking, and I harden more because I know the moisture is only for me. I slide a finger inside. Her back arches, and she mewls like a kitten. I pull my finger out and put it in my mouth.
“Mmhmm,” I moan. I finger her and lick it again. I do it a third time with two fingers and put those to her mouth. She opens and sucks greedily. Unable to resist, I lick her fingers too, and we end up kissing with my fingers between our mouths. “If I don’t get inside of that wet pussy soon, I’m going to die,” I say against her neck.
“Get a condom,” she whispers, and I know she’s barely able to contain herself. I reach for the nightstand and grab one from the top drawer. Instead of putting it on, I put it on the bed and slide down her body .
“Spread your legs.” She obeys and spreads them as far apart as possible. I look at her pussy. It’s not bare, but it’s trimmed and well-maintained. I can see her desire oozing out of her—my mouth waters at the sight.
I stick my head between her legs and inhale. Her scent is enough to make me drunk on lust. I lick her, and her hand ends up in my hair. She pulls, and I taste her again. She tastes better than anything that’s ever been in my mouth before.
“Don’t stop now. Eat that pussy,” she moans. And I do. I give her what she wants. I feast on her as if she’s my last meal. I bring her to the brink of insanity. I know that’s where she is because I’m on the verge too. I don’t let her orgasm. Her first with me will be with me on top of her, looking into her eyes while she calls my name.
I climb on top of her and grab the condom. I rip the package, and she takes it from me, sliding it on in seconds.
“Next time, I want that in my mouth,” she says. “But that’s for later.”
I’m too far gone to respond. I slide an arm behind her knee and push her leg to the side. I align myself at her entrance and slowly sink in.
“Oh, shit,” she moans. “Yes, yes, yes!”
After one final thrust, I find myself all way inside her wet, hot pussy, and I don’t know how I ever went thirty-four years without being inside of her. I should take it easy, but I don’t. I give her hard, rapid, and deep thrusts. Wanting to feel as much of her naked skin on mine, I rest on top of her. She wraps her legs around me, and I sink deeper inside of her.
She’s so wet that I can feel moisture oozing out of her and coating my balls and inner thighs.
“I’m gonna come,” she whispers right before her eyes roll to the back of her head. “Oh, Daniel,” she moans. The sound of my name on her tongue is enough to push me over the edge. I yell out something, but I’m too far gone to recognize what .
As I come, it’s as if my body is floating outside itself. I take her in a rough kiss while I empty inside of her. Her soft hands caress my sweaty back, but all I want to do is kiss her forever. I kiss her until my dick softens and slides out of her. Sensing I might be too heavy for her, I roll off her body, but she inches closer and cuddles to my side while we both try to catch our breath.
I pull the condom off, tie it, and toss it to the floor before pulling her on top of me and resting my hands on her ass.
“I’ve been wanting to do that all week. Worth the wait,” I say while I kiss the side of her neck. When I bite her, she jolts.
“Don’t mark me,” she warns. I pull her back on top of me, grab her ass, and squeeze it.
“Spend the weekend with me,” I say. “Please.”
That must surprise her. She raises her head and looks down at me.
“Are you sure?” she asks.
“Positive.”
“Okay,” she says with a smile.