Page 110 of Devil's Dilemma

“Ro!” she exclaims, but grins.

“Hmm.” Leaning forward, I take her lips, pressing my mouth down hard. As she opens and my tongue sweeps inside, I leave her in no doubt how much I want her. My cock’s gone from zero to full mast in seconds.This is our first time,I remember.Huh. I start to feel nervous now.

But all I can do is show her my kind of loving and hope that it works. My hands are actually shaking as I ask, “Can I take off your shirt?”

She’s anxious as well, I can see it in her face.

“Seen you naked before Darlin’, then wasn’t the time, but nothing I saw put me off in the slightest.”

My reminder of that day in the shower makes her face fall, but then the realisation that I’m still here together with my reassurance, makes her brave. Sitting forward she pulls off her tee in the way women do, crossing her arms over, grabbing hold of the hem and slipping it off over her head.

Her bra is functional, and I make a note to buy her some expensive satin and lace, she deserves to feel as pretty as I think she is. But plain though it might be, just the sight is enough to arouse me further, and I can’t wait to loosen my jeans.

I try to stop my hands trembling but can’t as I reach for the front clasp of her bra, a questioning look in my eyes. A brief second of hesitation, which I think is more down to her being uncertain of my reaction, rather than her having second thoughts now, and then she gives a sharp nod of capitulation.

I fumble but manage to get the fastening undone, then reveal perfection to my eyes. Generous tits that are certainly more than a handful even for my big hands. Brownish areole surrounding already erect nipples.

“Fuck, Mel, you’re perfect. Did I tell you I was a tits man?”

I don’t waste a second before leaning forward, taking one into my mouth and sucking on it, then doing the same to the other. Her breasts cushion my face, I could suffocate here and die a happy man.

I plump, knead, suck and nibble, cataloguing all her sounds, what she likes, what doesn’t affect her, mapping out her pleasure as I take mine.

“Fucking gorgeous, Mel. Want to see more darlin’.” At last I pull away, I get to my feet, my hands inviting her to stand with me, and then go to the button of the skirt. “You know I find your work clothes sexy, but I’d prefer to see what’s under it now.”

That little flicker of hesitation again, then she nudges me to give her some space and undoes the button that I hadn’t pushed through the hole properly, then slides the zip down. The skirt pools at her feet.

“Panties too.” The request comes out hoarsely.

Inelegantly she slips them off, then kicks them away. She tries to cover her tummy, but I take hold of her hands and pull them apart. It’s not flat, it’s curvy, and as for her thighs, I gently move her around so I can see the back as well as the front, then have to tell her, “Christ, Mel, did I tell you I was an ass and thighs man?”

She giggles. “I thought you liked tits best.”

“With you, seems I like everything.” And oh, the possibilities.

Unable to resist, I slide my finger down her neatly trimmed pubic hair and through her labia. “Hmm, must have been a good book, you’re soaking.” Licking her cream off my finger, I glance down to see her pupils are dilated.

I move her around, with my hand on her shoulder I encourage her to sit down.

“I want to see you.” Her face looks up at me expectantly.

“I’ve got a problem here. You’ve got me rock hard already, you touching me, even having your eyes on me, might finish this before we begin.”

“I forgot you were an old man.”

“Old?” I growl while thinking how happy I am that she feels confident enough to joke around. “Remember that when you can’t walk in the morning.”

“Promises… Oh.”

Instead of undressing I’ve sunk back down to my knees and in a fluid movement belying my years, my mouth zooms in on her sensitive part.

It takes me a moment to find the spots which set her alight but finding them I’m merciless while she thrashes and squirms, and yeah, I have her screaming and it’s pretty loud. Then I do it all over again. Me? I’m having the time of my life. Don’t think I’ve ever tasted anything so sweet before.

“I want you!” she yells out after the third time. “I need you Pyro.”

I hate to disappoint anyone, and I’m not going to make her ask twice. Not this first time, anyway. In a flash I have my boots off and my jeans undone, and out of all my clothes in record time. Her eyes show she likes what I’m revealing, but there’s a slight flicker of concern when she sees I’m a big man.

“You’ll get used to me,” I tell her confidently, positioning her as I want her, one of her wonderful curvy thighs over mine leaving her wide open to me. A bit awkward making sure we don’t crash from the couch to the floor, but I can make it work.

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