Elizabeth stood before him. She had changed into a long velour robe. Her ribbon was released and her dark hair fell in waves over her shoulders. Rick stood up. She rose on her bare toes and kissed hi}n.
"You're very tall," she said. She had placed, while she changed, a dot of perfume behind her ears, on her throat, between her breasts and on her navel. She was pleased when Rick said, "You smell delicious."
She sank to her knees and untied his tennis shoes. "Can you stand on one foot?"
He balanced himself against the fireplace mantel as she slid his white shoe off his foot, then removed his sock. He lifted his other foot and she stripped it too.
She stood against him again. "Now you're more my size." She began unbuttoning his shirt.
Rick rested his hands lightly on her shoulders. He felt her bare skin and knew she was naked under the robe. She opened his buttons swiftly, expertly. The sensations she gave him when she unbuttoned the bottom one and pulled his shirt out of his pants excited him.
She slid her warm hands inside against his skin. She pressed her thumbs against the nipples of his flat chest. His skin was smooth, well-muscled. She pushed aside the front of his shirt and kissed his nipples. With her face against his chest, she urged the shirt off his shoulders. It fell on the floor.
Leaning back a moment, she admired him. His shoulders were nicely rounded, his arms strong and smooth and gentle as they reached out to her shoulders. He stroked the back of her neck.
She fumbled with his belt. Her knuckles brushed his tight stomach, his belly button.
Rick's cock throbbed in his pants. The cheeks of his ass tightened, loosened and tightened again.
The buckle was an awkward double-hooked leather one. Rick moved one hand to it and flicked it for her. It opened.
Elizabeth sighed, "Rick, Rick," as her fingers opened the top button of his chinos. He held his belly tight to make it easier for her. His breath left his lungs and came back slowly.
She freed the zipper and lowered it. The flaps of his pants fell to each side. His small briefs hid the clutch of dark hair over his crotch. Elizabeth traced her fingers from his bare belly down the thin, faint line of hair to the elastic waistband of his briefs. She hooked her fingers in the elastic, and tugged his briefs down along with his pants.
When his pants passed his hips they fell of their own accord. Elizabeth's fingers kept easing down his briefs, lower and lower, and they slipped past his ass and his cock came into the firelight. The long hard shaft emerged from dark hair at the bottom of his stomach, then as the briefs passed the head it bounded up, into the warmth of the fire, the red glow shining along its hardness, its length and thickness.
Rick stepped out of his pants. His briefs fell to his ankles and he swung them onto the pile of his clothes. He did not take his hands from Elizabeth's shoulders.
Moving both her hands slowly, she caressed his naked hips into the hair over his cock, then she slid both palms along the hard sides of his dick as it stood up, out, at least eight inches, throbbing thick. She touched the large head, traced a finger along the bottom as if stroking its chin. It stood higher, straighter. She touched his balls.
Rick pushed her robe off her shoulders. The smooth material slid off her body to a heap at her feet.
Her breasts were nicer than he had expected. Full, pouting, they swelled off her chest to end in dark brown circles at her nipples. His eyes moved downward toward her stomach with its little dot and the almost black triangle of hair between her legs.
She sank to her knees again. Kneeling on the dark red carpet, she placed her breasts against his knees. She cradled his balls in her hands, ran the sides of her thumbs along his prick. She kissed its round, soft head, the hard sides. She kissed the skin on his hips, ran her fingers around his body to trace suggestively, softly down the crack of his ass. His ass was firm, hard, young.
She opened her mouth and took just the head of his prick inside. Her lips closed softly around the shaft. She licked the end with her tongue, sucked just slightly, softly, taking no more than just the head. She moved her head back and let him slide, slowly, warmly out of her mouth.
Rick kneeled with her. Kissing her, he slid his tongue between her lips. Her own tongue fought back, pushed into his mouth in the first feeling of desperation between them. She ravaged his cheeks, his teeth. His mouth opened wide so she could fuck him with her tongue.
He held her tits. Her nipples were firm, hard balls under his thumb. He tore his mouth from hers and sucked first one nipple then the other with his tongue. He leaned' her onto her back and her arms reached around his neck holding his face to her tits.
Supporting himself on his left hand, he reached between her legs. Her thighs parted eagerly for him. Her ass rose from the carpet, her mound coming up to meet his palm.
She was wet already. He fucked a finger into her cunt, felt her clit already as hard as his own cock. She raised a leg over his hip and opened her lower body for his hand.
He rolled her onto her back, tore his mouth from her tits and his tongue shot into her mouth. Moving between her thighs, he held his cock with the fingers that were not in her cunt and guided it to her lips. She lifted her ass again, her cunt coming up to meet him.
He rubbed the head against her clit. Juices poured from her hot opening, soaking the glans of his cock, inviting it, asking it for more.
"Rick, Rick, I want it now, now, now, Rick." She hissed her words past her tongue and into his mouth.
She pushed up from the rug as Rick pressed forward and down with his ass.
His cock slid between her lips. Her cunt sucked at it and his shaft sank further inside, the walls parting for it, sucking it in, hot and soaking and slick, her cunt wanting it, eager for it. He did not witlidraw or ease off, simply kept pressing forward and she opened, her cunt greedily swallowed all of him he could get inside until he felt his pubic bone against hers. Her thick hair mingled with his. She had all of him inside her.
Her hands held the cheeks of his ass, pulled him against her, as if she wanted more.
He began to fuck, pulling his hips back; his cock slid out, then back in, out again and in. She released his ass, thrust her cunt up to meet his downrushing cock. He knew that she wanted not a longer one but just his young one, she wanted his young hard cock in and out of her, in and out, she wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked.
His prick seemed very long as he eased it out of her. Slick, soaking with the fluids that poured from her. He teased her when the head was against her clit. He fucked twice with his ass but only an inch or two, pulled the head back out almost as fast as he shoved it in.
Quivers passed along her stomach. Her ass thrust her cunt up to him as if to capture his prick,, as if to suck it back in, but he kept it out of her, teased her by giving her just the head. Her hands ripped from his neck and grabbed his ass again.
"Now," she hissed, "unnhh, uhhh, uunnh."
She opened the crack of his ass.
He reached under her and grabbed her own ass. He lifted her ass, parting her crack, separating her, splitting her open, lifted her toward his pubic bone and began at the same time a slow descent with his cock, sinking it back into her, shoving it further and further up her cunt, the muscles grabbing at him, squeezing against the hard shaft, his cockhead enlarging in her, swelling, filling her full again.
He fucked again, in.and out, in and out. Back and forth, fast, hard, pumping now, enjoying it, loving the gasps that came from her throat, the shivers that passed up and down her body. She swung with him. Her legs wrapped his hips, her thighs clenched tightly as waves rippled from her cunt to her knees and up to her tits.