Shelley let her hands roam freely over Mr. Coffee's chest while he kissed her. She did protest as he broke their kiss and grabbed her hand. She glanced down at his tight buns while he led her back to the sofa. Shelley grinned when he adjusted himself before he sat down on the couch.
He tugged at her hands until she stood in front of him and between his open knees. An electrified current pulsed in her most intimate spot. She remained quiet and still while Mr. Coffee let his free hand travel along the curve of her hips.
Shelley lowered her eyelids until he was only a vague outline to her. Even then, his profile was enticed and excited her. She chewed the side of her lip in anticipation of his next move. Mr. Coffee traced a path to the cleft between her plump thighs.
She panted when he rubbed his thumb across the seam of her jeans. Shelley struggled to remain. The pressure from his digit was increased. She wore no panties underneath her pants.
Shelley fought not whimper as her delicate bud between her lips began to swell. It started to protrude, and her slick oils wet the fabric between her legs. When Mr. Coffee suddenly increased the pressure, Shelley cried out. She stepped up closer to him.
Mr. Coffee reached out and clutched a portion of her thick bottom with both hands. He shoved his face in the middle of her thighs. She tottered, and he steadied her in his clutch.
Mr. Coffee immediately began to nibble at the flesh still concealed by her clothes.
Shelley felt the heat from the warmth of his breath. Her hand sprung out and gripped his shoulder fiercely. Shelley swirled her hips in leisurely circles in his face. She sighed and raked her nails over his shoulder.
Mr. Coffee ran his hand up to the button of her pants. Shelley tensed up and stopped her movements. She opened her eyes wide and looked down. Mr. Coffee flinched, threw his hands up, and sat back.
"What is wrong?" Mr. Coffee asked.
"I don't know. I am trying to say that I want you to; oh, my goodness you have no idea the things that I have imagined. My hesitation is I am torn between what I want and what I want it to turn out to be." Shelley said.
"Look, I will respect whatever you want. Shelley, you are confusing me, though. I can't take all of this, and it is too much. I want you and you want me. Being an adult means that we can both just go for it."
"That is correct, but what about when the sun comes up? I like you. I don't want to risk right now for happily never after. There is no reason to throw my self-esteem in the trash. We need meanings in life and our decision."
"You're right, Shelley. I was not sure if that thing that happened at the meeting was what I felt. It could have been just me, but I thought you were different and special from the start. I will be honest, I would love to please you. You just got this sexy way about how you carry yourself. I like that. I cannot explain it just yet but as much as I want you, I can take this as quickly or slowly as we need. I had better get out now. I am human, and right now I'm about four seconds from the beast mode."
Shelley stepped back and moved to the side. Mr. Coffee stood up. He walked to the door, opened it, and walked out on the porch. Shelley walked over to the doorway and leaned against the frame. The cool fresh night air cascaded over her face.
Mr. Coffee stood with his hands in his pockets. His back was to her while he looked up to the sky. When she stepped out onto the porch and laid her hand on his muscular shoulder, he stayed still. Mr. Coffee heaved a loud sigh.
Shelley tugged at his shirt until he turned around to face her. Her eyebrow raised and she gasped, once she saw his face in the bright moonlight. Mr. Coffee struggled to put on a straight face, but it was evident by the upturned corners of his mouth that he had smiled, just a bit before. She raised her hand to her mouth and giggled.
"I would have happily taken your morals out in a trash bag and thrown them away for a least a couple of hours in that tonight, Shelley." Mr. Coffee said.
Shelley snuggled up close to him. She relaxed against his massive frame when he wrapped his arm around her and rubbed her arm. Shelley heard him sniff her hair and looked up at him. She saw his eyes had closed.
"Why did you walk away like that? I think that I upset you. What were you thinking? "Shelley said.
"Sometimes, I think, it is best to walk away from a situation and look at it differently for a moment. You will learn that about me as we get to know each other better." Mr. Coffee replied.
"Oh, that does not tell me what you were thinking, though."
"I will tell you but you have one condition, and that is you have to say to me what you thought when you dug your nails into my back in there on the sofa."
"I was thinking to open every closure on your clothes. To lick and nibble on every part of you all the way down to the fat wet kitty in your jeans, and then top the night off with you on top of my lap while I am deep inside of you. I am the only kind of man that can do that for you just right, trust me. I am glad that you stopped me, though. I do not want to look back at my future wife and feel sorry about tonight. Now it is your turn, sexy. What was on your mind? I'm just praying that whatever it is you will save it just for me."
Mr. Coffee smiled. He looked down at her face. He saw her bat her eyelashes coyly. Shelley got on her tip toes and moved in toward his right ear,
"I was thinking how good it would feel to grind myself into your hot mouth and on your tongue. I wondered if my thighs would tremble as if I was in the midst of a royal seizure of naughty contraband. Whether you would be able to look behind the mask, see the woman, and make love to that woman with your oral skills and then your stiff shaft. I want to know and forever remember the look on your face when you discover that I can suck a golf ball through eight feet of garden hose without choking. I want to feel tears of joy when I settle comfortably on your hard spear, and we become one with a unique rhythm."
"How poetically phrased, but still, you said when we do earlier?"
"When we do explosive does not describe what the potential. You might want to film this naked, raw, and real so we can look back when we are old and married and think back to the purpose of that first kind hello. Baby, I want our offspring to know the kind of rare love story that this old told us did not exist. We are a love story unfolding. Please, I think we have both waited long enough, and you have been worth the wait. I can get fucked anywhere. Boy, did you see this ass?"
Mr. Coffee stiffened and then he pulled away from Shelley and walked back to the top of the stairs. He looked out and up to the night sky. Shelley heard him exhale. He then turned around and looked at her for a long second, afterward.
"Yeah, I did, and that this one is about be my first, my last, and my everything. Some of the best I have ever had." Mr. Coffee whispered.
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