Chapter 140: First In Eleven Years (R18)

Sarah’s hand finally stilled on my cock. She sat back on my thighs, breathing a little harder, dark eyes locked on mine. The black lace panties were visibly damp now, the fabric clinging to the soft folds beneath. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath, heavy and flushed, nipples still tight from my mouth and fingers.

She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the lace. Slowly, deliberately, she pushed the panties down over the generous curve of her hips.

I helped by lifting her slightly so she could work them past her thighs and kick them aside. The garter belt stayed. The thin black straps framed the soft, bare skin of her lower stomach and the neat, dark triangle of hair between her legs.

She was already glistening.

For a long moment she simply looked down at me, one hand braced on my chest, the other wrapping around my cock again to stroke it once, twice, coating me with the wetness that had gathered at the tip.

"Eleven years," she said quietly. Her voice carried a raw edge I hadn’t heard before. "Almost eleven years since anyone has been inside me. Since I’ve let anyone this close."

Her fingers tightened just a little. "I stopped counting the nights I thought about it and then shut it down. Tonight I’m not shutting anything down."

I rested my hands on her hips, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above the garter straps. "I’m right here. We go at your pace. All of it."

Sarah nodded once. Then she rose up on her knees, positioned the broad head of my cock against her entrance, and began to sink down.

The first inch made her breath hitch sharply. She was tight, almost startlingly so, hot and slick but unused to the stretch. Her thighs trembled as she took me deeper, inch by careful inch.

I stayed perfectly still, giving her complete control, watching every flicker of expression cross her face. Her eyes fluttered half-closed. A soft, broken sound escaped her throat when the head finally slipped fully inside.

"Fuck..." she whispered, half in awe, half in strain. "You’re thick. I forgot... how much it stretches."

She kept going. Slow. Relentless. Her inner walls fluttered and clenched around me as she worked herself down, taking more of my length with every careful roll of her hips. The wet heat of her was overwhelming.

By the time she finally settled fully, her soft ass resting against my hips, both of us were breathing hard. She was so tight it bordered on uncomfortable for a second then her body adjusted, softening around me, welcoming the fullness.

Sarah stayed still for several heartbeats, simply feeling it. Her hands pressed flat against my chest. Her heavy breasts rose and fell above me. I could see the faint sheen of sweat already gathering between them.

"You feel... so deep," she said, voice low and shaky with something that was more than just physical. "I can feel you everywhere."

I slid my hands up her sides, cupping the full undersides of her breasts, thumbs brushing the tight nipples. "You feel perfect. Take whatever you need."

She began to move.

At first it was the smallest of rolls, barely lifting, just grinding her hips in tight circles so that every ridge and vein of my cock dragged against her sensitive walls. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room.

Her eyes stayed locked on mine the entire time, dark and intense, watching my reactions as carefully as she monitored her own. The long drought showed in the way her body responded: every small movement pulled a quiet gasp or a trembling inhale from her. Her inner muscles clenched rhythmically, as if they were relearning the sensation of being filled.

"God, I missed this," she breathed. "I missed feeling wanted. Feeling full."

She rose higher on the next stroke, almost to the tip, then sank down again in one smooth, deliberate motion. The stretch made her moan openly this time. Her pace stayed controlled, but the depth increased. Soft thighs flexed against my hips.

The garter straps shifted with every movement. Her full breasts swayed heavily above me, and I couldn’t resist lifting my head to catch one dark nipple in my mouth again. Sarah’s fingers immediately threaded into my hair, holding me there while she continued to ride.

"That’s it," she murmured. "Suck them while I use you."

I obeyed, alternating between soft and firmer pulls, tongue circling while she set a slow, deep rhythm. Each time she bottomed out, the soft curve of her ass met my hips with a quiet, wet slap. The heat of her was relentless. After so many years of emptiness, her body seemed almost greedy for the friction, clenching, fluttering, soaking me more with every stroke.

Sarah gradually increased the pace. She leaned forward, bracing both hands on the mattress beside my head, and began to truly ride, lifting higher, dropping harder, using the full strength of her thighs and the natural bounce of her full, mature body.

Her breasts swung above my face. The soft, heavy weight of them brushed my lips and chin with every downward stroke. I kept my hands on her ass, spreading her slightly so I could feel every inch of the way she took me.

"Look at me," she ordered softly.

I did. Her dark eyes were glassy, pupils blown wide. A flush had spread across her chest and cheeks. She looked wrecked and powerful at the same time.

"I’ve thought about this," she said between measured breaths. "About climbing on top of you and taking what I want. About feeling you stretch me open after so long. It feels even better than I imagined."

She shifted the angle slightly, grinding forward on every downward stroke so that her clit rubbed against the base of my cock. The extra stimulation made her thighs shake.

A low, continuous moan started building in her throat. I could feel her getting closer, the way her walls tightened in rhythmic pulses, the way her movements became just a fraction less controlled.

I kept my hands where she wanted them, on her hips, her ass, her breasts, letting her dictate everything. When she wanted deeper, I thrust up to meet her. When she wanted stillness, I held perfectly still while she ground down and clenched around me.

The long abstinence made every sensation sharper for her. She came the first time almost suddenly, with a sharp cry and a full-body shudder, her inner muscles spasming hard around my cock. Wetness flooded between us. She never stopped moving through it, riding the waves with slow, deep rolls of her hips until the intensity softened into aftershocks.

Sarah didn’t climb off. She stayed fully seated, breathing hard, forehead resting against mine for a moment.

"Again," she whispered. "I want another one. With you deeper."

She sat up straight once more, planted her feet on the mattress for better leverage, and began to bounce in earnest. The soft, heavy slap of her ass against my hips filled the room. Her E-cup breasts bounced with every movement, the dark nipples tracing small arcs in the air.

I reached up and cupped them, squeezing, rolling the peaks between my fingers while she used me exactly the way she needed. The wet sounds grew louder. Her moans turned open and unrestrained.

"Fuck—Seth—right there—"

I thrust up hard to meet her on the next drop. She cried out, the sound raw and almost startled, as if the depth still shocked her after so many empty years. Her second climax hit harder than the first. Her whole body locked, thighs clamping around my hips, inner walls clamping down in tight, rhythmic pulses that dragged me right to the edge with her.

She kept grinding through it, chasing every last flicker of pleasure, until her arms gave out and she collapsed forward onto my chest.

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close while the aftershocks rolled through both of us. My cock was still buried deep inside her, throbbing, aching for release. Sarah felt it. She lifted her head just enough to look at me, eyes soft and sated but still sharp with intent.

"You haven’t come yet," she said, almost accusing.

"Didn’t want to until you were ready."

A small, breathless laugh escaped her. She kissed me once, slow and deep, then whispered against my lips, "Come inside me. I want to feel it. After eleven years I want to feel every pulse."

She began to move again, slower this time, rolling her hips in deep, deliberate circles that milked me with every pass. The oversensitive flutter of her walls after two orgasms was almost too much.

I held her tighter, one hand sliding down to grip the soft, full cheek of her ass, the other tangled in her hair. When the climax finally tore through me it was intense and prolonged, thick pulses spilling deep inside her while she kept moving, kept clenching, drawing every drop out of me with soft, satisfied sounds.