The prompt was : "Acting out fantasies" and i took it really seriously lol. It's by far my most explicit fic so be warned.
A special Thank you To MadamAirlock for encouraging me to post it, I was really fearing it was too crude.
Trusting, for Sharon, came in different shapes and forms. There were certain aspects of her life where she could trust her partner without seconds thoughts and some where it was absolutely impossible.
Given their very tentative beginning and her reserved nature, Andy feared intimacy would be difficult. He was afraid she would not trust him enough to share her most inner thoughts, or at least what she liked. He was very pleased to discover that as long as their finances remained separated, she was quite trusty, especially in the bedroom.
He would never tell her but he found it funny that she could only share her most intimate thoughts behind closed doors, in the most complete obscurity. Catholic guilt was well anchored within her. He just hoped she would never ask him to wear a cassock.
It was after some particularly intense and satisfying session of lovemaking that she was the most talkative. He loved that aspect of her personality. He loved to get to know her like that. Sometimes she would start sharing her most secret desires while still moaning, aftershocks still ripping through their bodies.
Tonight, she didn't even wait for them to finish. She was wanton in a way he rarely saw her and was enjoying every minute of it. He slowed down his pace when he first heard her talk, her voice muffled by her pillow. his hand on her hips, he withdrew until only the tip was still in, his shaft glistering in the candlelit room. she pushed on her hands, rising her upper body but angling her pelvis toward him, moving back, encompassing him in her wet and hot body in an agonizing slow movement.
"God, that's so good." He could only grunt in approval while his member drew back before moving in again, filling her inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. She moved her right hand, grabbing her sweating long hair, moving it over her right shoulder before looking back at him. She maintained eye contact while he slid slowly into her once again, her lips parting in a long sigh. " You know what I'd like?" She asked breathlessly.
She moved her forehead down, resting it against her pillow, moving down her upper body while rising her hips, letting him slide deeper and reaching her G-spot with the perfect amount of pressure. "No, Baby, tell me. Anything." She could ask him whatever she wanted at that moment, he was in no position to deny her anything.
"I…" She moaned loudly. "I'd like you to tie me down next time." She pushed back her pelvis against him. "Oh yes, Andy, like that."
He continued his slow thrusts, knowing she loved when he filled her like that. Plus it gave him a respite and a chance to have some blood to flow back to his brain. Tying her, ok, no problem, he was very ok with that. In fact, it was one of his fantasies too but he could feel there was something else, something she was not telling him. "Just tying? Is there something else you'd like me to do?" He panted. not able to concentrate on both tasks at the same time, he pushed more forcefully into her, eliciting a cry from the woman in front of him.
"I…" She moaned again, moving her hips back faster while one of her hands sneaked between her legs. "I want you to…" He could see she was losing it but so was he. "Oh my God, Andy, yes!" He grabbed her hips firmly and moved within her more vigorously. She was making all kinds of sounds: sobbing, groaning, muttering unintelligible words that sounded like "yes" and "Andy". She was lost and so was he.
Within seconds they both came before falling in a bundle of sweaty limbs, all thoughts of Sharon's fantasy temporarily gone.
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It took them two weeks before being able to escape to Andy's house for some well deserved alone time. Little did Sharon know that Andy had not stopped thinking about her orgasmic confessions. He had turned it around in his head again and again, wondering what she didn't dare tell him, plotting how to attach her to his bed and what to do with her. It builded all kinds of fantasies in him. He couldn't wait to see if Sharon's was still on board and if they shared the same dreams.
He waited, nervous, while she was in the shower, to find a way to broach the subject with her. He didn't want her to feel pressured, especially tonight that she didn't seem particularly in the mood. When she got out, wearing only a white towel, he summoned his courage and followed her around the room. She casted a glance toward him but didn't say a thing. While she bent down to grab her nightgown from her bag, he moved behind her, his body fully against hers, his hands on her waist. When she rose back up, he nuzzled her hair and said into her ear: "I want to tie you down tonight."
She turned around, eyes wide, a little bit surprised, a lot aroused. She couldn't find her words so she only nodded yes. She was scared beyond measure but so very excited at the same time. She knew she could trust him. one of his big hands went to her face, holding her whole cheek before he pulled her toward him to kiss her. It was a very chaste kiss, considering his earlier proposition, his lips warm on hers, nipping gently. Lost in the kiss, she didn't notice him opening one of his commode's drawers and grabbing blindly two ties. moving his month down her neck, he backed her in the room until the back of her knees touched the bed.
Gently, he maneuvered them until she was lying down in the middle of the bed, naked, him her only blanket. Taking her earlobe between his teeth, he asked: "Do you trust me?"
Their gaze met and he was humbled by the unrestrained love he saw there. Tears were coming to her eyes as she murmured a shy "yes". She could feel her throat constrict and she wasn't sure why.
She trusted him. She wanted to live that fantasy, so much. She loved him so much it made her feel vulnerable. Her emotions overwhelmed her. He smiled at her reassuringly, cradling her cheek in his big warm hand before kissing the tip of her nose, her brows and finally her lips. He moved his hands, seeking hers, moving them above her head. "You sure?" He asked again, showing her his ties. When she once more nodded, he started securing her arms to the headboard."Any moment, if you change your mind, if you want me to release you, you tell me." She nodded. He grabbed her chin, forcing their gaze to meet. "It's your fantasy, Babe, it's all about you." Once more she felt her eyes misted, her emotions having the best of her.
"I love you." She said, finally. Even though they confessed their love after his surgery, they were still quite shy with these words, especially her.
"Me too, Babe, me too." He smiled at her, encouragingly, making her chuckle self consciously. "You're ok?" Nod. " Let's get this show on the road then!" He said before kissing her.
He put all his love in that first kiss. When he felt he worshiped her mouth enough, he moved down her neck, deposing open mouth kisses, sucking gently the supple skin while his hands explored her body, making her moan. He kept his downward route, nipping her prominent collarbone, before moving to her heavy breasts. He took one in each hand, gently massaging them while pressing his mouth to the left one. He rounded her areola with the top of tongue, making her shiver and clasp her legs together, desperately needing friction there.
He nuzzled her chest, liking its underside while still holding both globes in his hands, making her whimper in frustration. He wanted to drive her mad with want and he wasn't opposed to hearing her beg either. He did the same to her other breast, before he finally took a nipple in his mouth. "Oh God!" she moaned, jerking her arms in their bounds, rising invitingly her hips underneath him. She didn't know how, if, she'd endure what he had in store for her because she was already so incredibly wound up. But then he started to suck the rosy peak, bite it before soothing it again with his lips, moving from one breast to another, then back to the other one again until she couldn't take it anymore. "Pease, oh my God, please." She writhed on the bed, offering her chest to him, ondulating her hips, seeking contact between her legs. He was driving her crazy.
"Please what?" He asked smugly.
"Touch me, Andy." She murmured.
Since he already had both of her breasts in his big palms, he squeezed them more firmly and was about to answer with a witty comment but the beads of perspiration on her forehead told him actions were more warranted than words. He moved them closer and joining both nipples in his mouth, he said :"Oh I am, Baby, I am." The sound she made told him he had to move things along, and fast. She was autocombusting! He ran both his hands and mouth over her belly and hips, kissing her sweaty skin, dipping his tongue in her navel, biting sharply her hip bones, surely letting a mark they would both cherish coming morning.
He couldn't hold a groan as he looked down between her legs. She had waxed, letting only a thin trimmed of hair and that sight was enough to excite him but what drove him mad with want was seeing her all glistering, her lips engorged and juicy.
Without preambule, he dug in and ran his tongue from her entry to her mount. "God you're so incredibly wet." He couldn't believe it and felt his ego (and his dick) swell at this prospect. He opened her lips with his left hand to have better access to her clit while his right hand took hold of her leg, caressing the long lean limb, directing it over his shoulder.
He played his tongue over her center in rhythm with her moans. He listened attentively to her, searching what she liked the most and when he found it, he would keep on doing exactly that until he felt she was about to come, her whimpers load, her thighs trembling. He stopped abruptly, moving his mouth from the place where she wanted it the most to her legs, kissing them from knee to belly, biting once more her hip bone while she calmed down.
The second time, he went at it, her legs were so tight around his head, it hurt his neck. He had to untie one of her wrists, move her to her side before tying her hands back together. She was panting wildly once again. In this new position, he didn't have any effort to make and could eat her all night long. In this new and so exciting position, one she was trying for the very first time, it took only one leak or two to bring her to the brink . She felt like she was above a cliff, ready to fall in the sweet precipice and to see the deeps underneath the most fascinating torture. The pleasure was exquisite but Andy preventing her to reach her peak once more drove her absolutely crazy. She felt a few drops of sweat roll down her back, tingling her when they reached the slope of her bum.
When her breathing returned to normal, he moved once more his head between her legs. It felt fantastic to be pillowed on one of her soft tights, drinking her free flowing juices, her scent heavy. The only negative point of that position was that he couldn't hear her voice as well as before. This time, when her legs started to shake, he slipped two fingers into her incredibly wet body. Even with his ears muffled by the tight grasp of her thighs, he could tell how loud she was getting, which only fuelled him on. Wanting to drive her to her breaking point, he withdrew his mouth from her but it was too late. She was trashing furiously on the bed, all her muscles quivering, her belly moving dramatically up and down. He only had time to move his head up to see the look of pure rapture on her beautiful face as her cries of ecstasy filled the silent room as her inner muscles contract hard on his fingers.
He let her calm down, his fingers still buried in her, her juices running down along them to gather in his palm. She sometimes complained that age let her dry, that she dislikes the sticky feeling of lubricant (and despised the need to use it, apologizing each time they had to retrieve it) but he could tell that tonight they were miles away from needing it. He was amazed by her reaction to him and incredibly aroused. He moved up her body to kiss her and she whimpered loudly. The slight movement of his fingers inside her was too much. Like ripping a bandaid, he removed them at once. "I... I need a break." she said against his lips, her body slacken
He chuckled, proud of his handy work. "You want a massage?" He asked, caressing her back softly. He didn't know how she managed to not dislocate her shoulder as she flopped on her belly, her arms still tied up. He laughed at her eagerness before rearranging her arms. When she seemed comfortable, he grabbed her lotion on the nightstand, gathered some in his hands, rubbed them together before applying his hands to her shoulder. He was rewarded by a long sigh and a heavy "Mmmhhh" as she sank deeper in the mattress.
When he reached her lower back, having expertly kneaded her shoulders and back, he bent down, kissing from her scapula to her neck. "Don't fall asleep on me, Babe." He teased with a roll of his hips against her butt.
"Jesus." She groaned, feeling his hard length against her, arousing her anew. She had all but forgotten about his needs and felt intensively guilty.
"Don't" He said, as if reading her mind. "If you want to sleep, go ahead. it's all about you, my love. But know that if you want, I still have a lot of ideas on how to play with you."
His words went directly to her core, stroking the fire that was barely tamed. It felt so good to be with him. Jack never understood that the fastest way to get into her panties was to make her feel safe and respected. Andy, on the other hand… She laughed. She couldn't believe that at nearly 55, she was having more sex than she ever had, and the best of her life too. It truly was her golden years, she thought with a sigh. She surrendered completely to Andy's ministrations and slightly opened her legs in silent invitation.
After expertly loosening all the knots in her back, he turned around and started massaging her feet. He imagined how painful it had to be to wear heels all day long and dig his thumbs in her soles, earning a lot of moans. Once he felt her muscles were relaxed, he moved his hands to her calves. Oh how he loved her legs! He could spend hours caressing them, kissing them but he had to admit, how he loved them the most was encircling his waist, lost in the throes of passion. Starting to get really eager to get to that point, he started to move his hands back up her body. a few caresses on her thighs and he was back to kneading her perfect butt. Grabbing both cheeks fully, he savored how supple and firm they were. He had been with a lot of women in his life, mostly younger women and except for one yoga instructor, hers were the best ass he'd ever known!
Bending down, he licked the junction between thigh and bum before nipping his way up the slope of the mount, grabbing her thighs with hands, his thumbs inside, grazing her center. Her relaxed moans changed to aroused sighs then to small whimpers when he kept on denying her contact where she wanted it the most. He finally relented and slipped his thumbs more and more between her legs until they dipped into her wet vagina. He slipped the first phalange of his right thumb in, removed it, then the first phalange on his left hand before moving both thumbs knuckle deep inside, making her cry and rise her hips from the bed. All that time, he avoided moving too forward and reaching her sensitive numb, getting her on edge.
Finally, when he felt she couldn't take it anymore, he withdrew his thumbs and, wanting to grab her hips, he slipped and one of his thumbs pressed hard against her anus. He was about to apologize when a little bulb popped in his head: the breathy moans and sudden movement of her pelvis were not filled with reproach but with encouragement.