Roz smiled too. She still felt like a fool. Nothing he could say could change that fact. But she felt good too. She felt as if Mick might have had some question about her mettle, and was wary of her strength, but she proved him wrong. Nothing could feel finer than to surpass your man’s expectations.
They both carried that joy with them all the way to Mick’s home, and all the way to his bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he was kissing her. But it wasn’t a desperate kiss. It was a slow and lingering kiss. They stood in the middle of his bedroom and drew circles around each other’s mouths, with their kiss.
But it wasn’t long before he was removing her clothes, and she was removing his. He lifted her naked body into his arms and carried her to his bed, where he pulled back the linen and got in, with her in his arms, beneath the sheets.
They laid there, staring at each other, and he fondled and sucked her breasts. She fondled his cock as it grew in her hand. And then they started kissing again. It was sweet and controlled at first, but it grew heartier. It was in her taste. It was in the way she made him feel when he thought about how wonderful it was that she was in his bed. And he began kissing her with an urgency that left him intoxicated. He hadn’t been with her, or any woman, for weeks. He was not the kind of man who could go dry this long. But when he thought about calling up a warm body, a beautiful woman to give him some, he thought about Rosalind. He thought about how empty and unfulfilling sex with a random would be compared to what it could be with her, and he abstained. Now he had her in his arms. It felt so right, so beautiful to him. He was glad he abstained.
Roz allowed him to lead, and loved the way he had lifted her, and carried her, and took over her. She was accustomed to the two-step with men. She made one move, they made the other. But Mick made all the moves. Roz relaxed as he kissed her, as he fondled her, as he massaged her clit, and then her wet *, with his very capable digits.
There was a feeling that she should be helping. Most men wanted pleasuring just as much, if not more so, than what they gave to the woman. But Roz had already figured out that Mick wasn’t most men. He seemed to deride his pleasure, not by her doing him, but by him gratifying her.
And then he moved her naked body on top of his naked body and entered her raw for the very first time. His cock was so hard that it guided itself into her folds. Mick felt a surge in every muscle of his being when his cock touched her *. He pushed in slowly, to make that first time feeling last, but it felt too good. The heat shot through his cock and force-fed it with her tightness that, within seconds of entry, he was already in rhythm. He was already fucking.
Roz felt her vagina pulsate like a bass drum as he glided his cock in and almost out of her in a repetitive motion that caused her to wrap her arms around him, open her legs wider, and experience the ride. Mick was moaning as he fucked her, and was looking into her eyes, and kissing her as each glide, each push, each probe had him throbbing with sensations.
Nobody could do him better, he thought, as he fucked her. He was a well experienced man. He knew that all * was not the same, and Roz was the prime example why. He didn’t have to fantasize to cum. He didn’t have to conjure up images of great looking women to get him off. All he had to do was look at Roz. All he had to do was look into her soft, brown eyes, and her bobbing breasts, and the intensity grew.
He moved again, on top of her, as his gyrations needed more flexibility. And then he laid down on her, and held her, and made love to her with the full intention of never allowing this feeling to end. They were both riding the wave. They were both feeling the currents.
For Roz it never felt so good.
For Mick, he was determined to make this last forever.
But the forever he wanted came quickly. Because within half an hour they were cumming. He was pouring out and she was capturing the downpour with waves and waves of an orgasm that left her with spasmodic contractions down to the deepest reaches of her vagina. She was dizzy with delight.
Mick’s cum was even stronger. Her passage was so tight, and his cock was so thick that it was taking all he had to push down to her deepest pocket. And when he got there, when he felt the fullness of her womanhood and the spasms around his rod, he could not contain himself a moment longer. And it wasn’t just the feeling of cum. It wasn’t just the climax and the orgasm. They both had the feeling that something different was happening here. That this was no ordinary moment. That this was a special day.