I worked myself inside her with slow, shallow thrusts. Then one firm thrust and I was all the way in.

She cried out in pleasure and it helped build my confidence. It took all my willpower but I wanted to take my time and not just hammer in and out of her, but adjust my pace and movement till she was delirious and begging to cum.

I pumped into her long and slow, all the way in, several times, pulled back and picked up the pace till I was hitting her sweet spot in short rapid thrusts. At least I thought it her sweet spot from the way she was screaming in pleasure, digging her nails deep into my back. It hurt but it felt so good.

Watching her breasts bounce lightly as I plunged into her spurred me on. I took an erect nipple into my mouth, sucking it hard and then bit down on it. She cried out again.

I was so turned on that I could barely control my own orgasm. I kept sucking, licking and biting her as I rapidly pumped into her. She seemed deep in the throes of passion and started to babble incoherently

Just as she was about to tumble into an orgasm, I backed off and started over, rotating my hips, pulling her legs up around my shoulders and stretching her more open than before so I could penetrate her more deeply.

The sound she made next was a whimper of frustration mixed with red-hot need that hit me in the core.

 “Wait for it baby. I said I’ll make it worth your while,” I whispered.

–

It had happened so fast. One second we were outside the café and the next, I was dragging her to a nearby boutique hotel room to show her a present I had bought for her. I hoped she would like it.

“Ready or not, here I come,” I sauntered out of the bathroom in Bette’s long sleeve white shirt, a white bra, and white boxer shorts. She watched me intently as I stretched and ran my fingers through my hair. Slowly, I unbuttoned my shirt, my eyes never leaving her. I knew that my bra barely covered my nipples and left little to imagination. But the only thing Bette could focus on was the bulge in my shorts.