Page 43 of Tempt Me

“Let’s take this off.” I undid the knot at his waist and pulled the belt out slowly until it was a long fabric bridge joining the two of us together. And that was when I had my second awesome idea of the morning.

Removing my stilettos, I twirled the belt around like a lasso. “Okay, Casanova. I want to know what all these women rave about.”

I placed my hands on his hips, guided him to the bed, and shoved him so he fell backward. He landed diagonally across the covers, which was perfect for my plan. I stepped to the head of the bed and kneeling on the mattress; I wove the belt around the wooden rungs. Now I had two loose ends ready to attach to something. Preferably his wrists.

Benson hadn’t moved. But his eyes were filled with lustful expectation, and his rock-hard rod showed his willingness to play. His cock had a decent curve to the right, and it wasn’t the biggest hard-on I’d seen, nor the smallest. I didn’t know whether to giggle or hate myself at my insistence on comparing my conquests’ body parts.

I patted the pillow. “Up you come, bad boy.” God, I’m a diva!

Benson climbed onto the bed, lay on his back, and placed his hands above his head. Kneeling next to him, I leaned over him and tied one end of the belt to his left wrist.

Benson cupped my boob, sucking my nipple into his mouth with feverish moans. Bracing my hand on his shoulder for support, I lowered to him, giving him easier access. He rolled his tongue and sucked my nipple with expert skill.

His free hand roamed up and down my waist, and I raised my knee to straddle him, giving him something truly special to play with. Benson’s finger glided over my throbbing clit and into my pussy.

I gave up my intention to tie up his other hand and concentrated on the horny beast beneath me.

As I ground my pussy back and forth, his fingers plunged into my hot depths. His mouth continued to lavish my breast, sucking, nipping, and rolling his tongue around my sensitive nipple. The orgasm that I’d started in the bath earlier came back with a vengeance, creating a tidal wave of pleasure that rolled from my very core right up through my body.

His cock thumped into my backside, seeking an audience, and I pulled my breast from Benson’s eager lips and curled my fingers around his shaft. He groaned in time to my movements as I glided my hand up and down his hard-on.

One of his hands massaged my breast while the other ravished my pussy.

Benson truly was a lady-killer. As I rocked back and forth, pumping his cock with a repetitive twisting motion, the climax inside me built to a fever pitch.

I let go of him and leaned back, pressing my hands to his knees and giving him a full view of my pussy. Benson’s thumb punished my clit with swirling pressure, and with his other hand, two fingers plunged into my throbbing hole, hard and fast.

I screamed as I came, riding out the exquisite wave of lust that barreled through me. As I gasped for air and rocked my hips back and forth, my juices trickled onto Benson’s stomach over and over.

It was a long moment before I pushed up from his knees and sat on his torso. His glasses were slightly fogged over, and his smile was glorious. The white belt trailed from his wrist and up over his shoulder.

“My knot didn’t hold, hey?”

“Honey, nothing would’ve held me back.”

I giggled. “I’m glad.”

“I know you were.” His rigid cock bounced into my buttocks.

I grinned. “Really?”

“That was one of the most incredible orgasms I’ve ever witnessed.”

“I thought you were an expert.”

“I never said that, but a woman has to be willing to let go to have what you just had.”

I smiled, knowing exactly what he was talking about. “Are you ready to let go then?” His cock thumped me again. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I slid off him and the bed and strode naked across the carpet to my handbag. I plucked a condom from the zippered side pocket and turned back to Benson. His spread-eagled position offered a full view of cock and balls. For a man close to turning fifty, he was still very much in his prime.

As I walked back to him, I admired both his nicely formed abs and the sexy arrangement of his chest hair that ran between his nipples and in a neat line down his torso to his groin.

I handed over the condom, and when he reached for it, the robe belt still hung from his wrist. I contemplated tying him up again but decided against it; I wanted Benson to pleasure me with both his hands.

With the condom in position, I straddled his waist again, leaned forward, and offered my breasts to him. His tongue and lips gave my breasts glorious attention that made my insides tingle all over again.

His cock nudged my butt as if begging to be noticed.

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