“Return the favor? Oh, Ari…you don’t have to…”
“Shhh,” Ari said as she put her hands on my waist and pulled me closer to her. “But I want to. I have to make a proper introduction.”
Before I could object, I felt her take me into her warm mouth. Her lips encircling my shaft with such ease. She moved her lips up and down, her tongue circling the head of my manhood. I felt her tongue move up and down until it hit the juncture of my heavy sac. At one point, her lips clamped down on the head, creating such a force of suction that my knees buckled. Constellations. Moons. Stars. I was in heaven. I could feel my breathing become ragged and my heart raced. All the blood draining from me and stiffened my dick until it hurt in a good way. I gripped the condom between my fingers while I put my hands in her hair and she moved up and down on me. Ari used her hands and lifted my shaft, running her tongue down the base before grabbing my ass, pushing me deeper into her mouth.
“Goddamn, Ari! Why are you doing this to me, baby?”
Ari paused for a moment and looked at me with the most devilish grin. “Because…reciprocity,” she said before taking me into her mouth again. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and I was getting light-headed. The pressure was building, as I was so close to coming. There was absolutely no way that I’d come like this. Not this soon. No, I wanted to come inside her. I wanted our bodies to meet. I had to feel her. All of her.
I pulled back from her quickly and tore open the condom, sliding it on in record time. It was all I could do to keep myself from passing out or coming into my hands. In the moment, I had the anticipation of a horny teenager, not an over-forty-year-old man.
Ari leaned back on the bed; one leg lifted slightly. Her pussy was still wet and glistening. The sight of her womanhood made me hungry for her. I climbed between her legs and leaned down to meet Ari’s lips. Instead of kissing her, I felt the heat radiate from her lips between her deep, slow breaths. I tried to slow down my anticipation, but it was like unwrapping a Christmas present on Christmas day. And indeed, Ari was a gift.
“Are you sure you want this, Ari?” I asked again, while I planted a kiss on her cheek, then on the curve of her jawline. She shuddered underneath my touch. “If you don’t want this. I can stop. I’ll stop. No questions asked.”
“Yes. God, yes,” she said, breathlessly. “I want this. I want you.”
I lifted myself and pulled her hips toward me, easing myself between her thighs. My gaze with Ari didn’t break as I guided my throbbing dick inside Ari’s tight, wet pussy. She let out a quick gasp, adjusting to my size.
I could not take my eyes off Ari. I couldn’t take my mouth off Ari, either. My lips found a home on her neck, then on her clavicle. I had to taste some part of flesh as I entered her. She grabbed my lower back and pushed me deeper inside her, taking the full weight of my body on top of her. Her thighs wrapped around me as her moans evolved into panting.
“Porter…oh God… Porter. Fuck me.”
“Yes, baby. I’m here, baby… Fuck! You feel so good.”
I could barely get the words out. My pulse was racing with each stroke. I felt her pussy clench down on me, harder with each entry inside her. I took my hands and grabbed her breasts, slightly pinching the nipples between my fingers with each movement of my hips. Ari’s hair was sticking to her face with perspiration, and I was so turned on by her uninhibitedness. Tonight, I got Ari, wild and free. Wild. Free. And mine.
“Porter, turn me over,” begged Ari. I kept moving and didn’t immediately do as she asked. I wanted to look into her eyes and that beautiful face of hers. It wasn’t until her voice cracked and she asked again, begged again, that I stopped, lifted her hips, and turned her over.
I pulled her legs toward the edge of the bed and grabbed hold of her ample, round ass. As I entered her from behind, she let out a deep, long moan. With her back arched, her face was down, her ass moved in lush, rhythmic waves against my pelvis. I could hardly focus. I’d thought of having Ari at least seven hundred ways, and even still, this was all too much.
I pushed into her faster, harder. She was so wet and so ready for me. The feel of me entering her repeatedly reminded me of swimming in the thickest, warmest jar of Tupelo honey. It was as if her body was made for me. I gripped the edges of the bed, and I could see from her reflection in the dresser mirror she was biting the sheets. She was trying to talk, but she was barely coherent. So was I. Some semblances of words and phrases spilled out my mouth, but in the moment, it all sounded like gibberish.