It took them so long to get there that now he could only thrust and thrust

It took them so long to get there that now he could only thrust and thrust. She didn’t seem to mind, on the contrary, she literally seemed to be gone somewhere else. He felt his dick had disappeared to in another world, her secret world. He had been taken by a frenzy and his hips could only move and move. He felt the electricity throughout his body, an incredible need that knew came from the hours they had spent together without touching. He had made her dinner, nothing too complicated. They ate together and talked a bit. Every time he moved a bit closer to her on the sofa she moved back, almost shy, or guilty. He decided to put a film on. He knew that films distracted him because he had to watch a film if a film was on. That would have helped him cool down. If it wasn’t going to happen it wasn’t going to happen. Amen. But during the film he tried the old-fashioned approach of the arm on the sofa behind her head. And then without realising he was playing with her hair. They were soft and hard at the same time, like smooth wire. She didn’t push his hand away nor did she move away. But she didn’t even come closer. He knew he was running out of time, because she had to go home before her fiancé got back from work. The thought filled him now with guilt so he took his hand away. But five minutes later he was back at it. This time he explored the neck behind her short hair. It was strong and full. Something you’d hold for support in the heated movements of sex. But he had to take that thought off his mind because she didn’t seem to want to be in that room. Or maybe were only his insecurities to talk. She was a woman of experience, after all, he didn’t know much. The film ended and they started to talk some more. Desperate he asked her what was going on. He thought they had an understanding, had he been mistaken? She said she didn’t know what was going on. She wanted it, but she didn’t know what to do. He held her, gently. He approached slowly to make sure it was okay, and then he held her. She held him back. He dared to lift her head with one hand, look into her eyes and then kiss her. And then it was as if she was another person: her tongued took his and they danced, she was taken by her dance and could only play a supporting role. Her hands were everywhere. So he grabbed her breast hard and loved the feeling of his hand grabbing something soft. She took his shirt off, he took her shirt off. She was wearing a black see-through. He felt so hard he just wanted her to touch him. As if reading his mind, her hand took his dick, hard, grabbed at it fiercely, like the woman he thought she was. Her hand knew what she was doing, his dick begged for more of her small hand going up and then. He pulled her trousers off, he grabbed her big ass with one hand and despaired that his hand wasn’t enough. And in a moment she was sucking his dick as if it was the last thing in the world she was going to do. This is experience, he thought, this is what it means to know what to do. He closed his eyes to feel more the sounds and the sucking and the games of her tongue.