Power Dating 5 (Patreon)

Ted let out a sigh, oddly relieved. There was no need to play the seducer. Karen wanted him… if not as much as he wanted her, then still enough to take him to bed. And he’d always worked best with a project to orient him. Bringing Karen to climax seemed as good a goal as any.

He pulled Karen deeper into him, feeling her soft breasts crush against his chest. His hand stroked down her leg until it brushed against the lever on the side of the easy chair. The leg rest jutted out and the headrest dropped back, making Ted flatten under Karen and her shift more fully on top of him.

Karen laughed uncontrollably; Ted’s face turned red as ketchup. And hearing Karen laugh, Ted’s embarrassment was soothed away. Nothing he did could be that bad, so long as he made her laugh.

Karen took his hand and placed it on her breast. She held it there by the wrist, though there was no way Ted was removing it. He luxuriated in the softness that surrounded his fingers when he applied the slightest pressure, sinking them just a little way into the decadently giving flesh.

Ted felt like he belonged in that smooth white flesh. She seemed so delicate to the touch—it was crazy, but he wanted to hold her and protect her from everything. As if Karen didn’t have the strength of ten of him, just for starters.

Karen too relished the soft pressure on her breast, the warmth that sank into her sensitive flesh and made it swell, stiffen. She’d spent so long guarding against being punched, blasted, groped at best, that this kind of contact took her body completely by surprise. It was gentle, yet firm—wanting, yet not demanding.

Karen didn’t flinch, despite how unexpected this feeling was. Instead she relaxed into the meeting of their bodies—recognizing a throb in her bust, stiffening her nipples, making them stretch out tight and hard for more of the sensation Ted was giving them.

“There better not be another emergency,” Ted said, bursting the silence between them. “Because I don’t know if I could stop myself this time.”

Karen agreed, but she wasn’t thinking in words now. Her thoughts were all colors, glowing brighter and brighter. “I’m not stopping you,” she told him, though she felt it more than she meant to say it.

He didn’t pull her to him, didn’t make her kiss him again—but it felt like he did, Ted made her want him so much. She bent down and softly pressed her lips to his, as if it were the first time and she could make up for how casual, how short on passion, their past kisses were compared to now. Karen let her lips rest against his, tasting the soft flicker of flavor to his mouthwash through her own open lips.

This is something more, she thought. She wanted to kiss him simply for the sake of the act, to create a thing that was clean and elegant, and her lust was distant thunder, barely touching her when the desire to love him was so present.

Their lips slipped off each other’s and they stopped to stare into each other’s eyes.

“I don’t know how it can be like this, but it’s like this,” Karen said. “I feel like I’m at a movie and the projector skipped a reel… I just started kissing you and now I’m crazy about you.”

“Maybe you’re borrowing a little of what I’m feeling,” Ted said.

“Yeah… maybe it’s more when it’s both of us at the same time. It has to be something like that. Because I can’t imagine feeling more than this—”

“And here we are. Feeling it,” Ted finished for her.

There didn’t need to be anymore words as they kissed again, more eagerly now. That moment of perfect romance had popped and now their desire for each other came rushing in, both more than aware of how the other wanted them.

Ted caught Karen’s lower lip between his and sucked on it until she met his tongue with her, probing at the insides of his mouth. They held each other more tightly, Ted trying to crush Karen with all his strength and Karen trying to control herself as the fire between her legs took out more and more of her restraint.

“On the bed,” Karen told him breathlessly, rolling off him.

There, in the middle of the silk sheets, it would be easy to remember that Ted needed her to go easy on him.

Ted got to his feet, in the peculiar situation of knowing what Karen wanted but not being sure how to give it to her. He could be as rough as possible, expend all his strength, and it wouldn’t put a dent in Karen. Yet it hardly seemed romantic.

But if he were soft and gentle—would that be enough for a woman who couldn’t possibly be overwhelmed, especially by such an easygoing approach?

“Ted, I want you,” Karen said pleadingly. “Whatever you’re going to do, just do it the way you do it. That’s all I want—you and the way you make love.”

She turned around and Ted went after her, his mind not resting. He supposed he would just have to feel his way through it, try to figure out what Karen wanted from everything she said and did. He tried to look for some sign of what Karen desired in her body language as she walked to the bed. But even within her sheathing robe, all the lines of her body did was made his prick hard until it pressed against the inside of his trousers.

He sat down on the bed and was amused to the point of tittering when Karen sat down beside him—she didn’t know quite what to do either. She kissed him again, lightly touching the slight, crisp hair of his stubble.

Ted thought that it was like not being able to step into the same river again. She’d never touch the same hair on the same cheek, except she would. He could tell what she was thinking: that she wanted to touch him, his hair, his beard, his skin, in as many moments as she could.

His hands moved over her cheeks, petting her face down to the neckline of her robe. Tracing those two divergent lines down to the single large button that turned them into one. He easily unfastened it and spread his hands to either side, bringing her robe along her shoulders and off of her magnificent breasts until he could barely see it—the overwhelming impression was of her smooth white skin and the bright pink nipples that seemed tiny in comparison to her abundant bust.

The robe eased off her shoulders and piled onto the bed at her hips. His hands roamed over her trembling breasts, with every little motion seeming to jiggle for miles, and then down Karen’s belly, because as much as Ted wanted her tits, he wanted all of her, more of her, he was insatiable for her everything. He had to sample every tingling inch of her nudity, then taste it again and again, venting his lust on her until the pressure he felt at his groin was totally expended.

Karen lay back on the bed, happily supplying herself to his passion. Ted leaned over her to softly mouth the tight pink tip of her nipple, wrapping it in his lips and biting it just hard enough to make Karen moan. He sucked on the swelling flesh and felt it tremble, then Karen ran her hands through his hair and it was almost better than being able to suck her nipple.

His nostrils flaring, Ted decided to seek out more with his hungry mouth. He moved his hand down low, barely able to resist treating the unbelievably tender skin of her belly as a smorgasbord, but pacing himself instead, peppering the fine little striations of her abs with kiss after kiss until it seemed like he’d visited every little stirring of power she was capable of.

He knew other men’d had sex with her, but Ted felt as though he was the only one to make love to her, the only man who would leave her wanting no one else but him. His head ducked down between muscular thighs, into the soft gold triangle that was purely and deliciously her.

He teased his tongue through her silken pubic hair, then delved a little deeper, finding the pink lips that trembled in anticipation of being tasted. Ted retracted his tongue, turning his head instead and brushing his lips across her folds, smelling to the point of tasting that honeyed scent on her labia. Then he slid his tongue inside her willing slit and ran it temptingly up and down, letting her feel it with every inch of her quivering cleft.

Karen moaned as he trailed his tongue upward, all the way to her clitoris. He briefly swept his tongue over it, then brought his lips against the small bud, pulling at them with a sucking kiss that left Karen’s entire body quaking, moaning. All of her voluptuous physique as full of passion as this little button he held between his lips.

Ted didn’t feel like he was exploring her body, discovering it. He seemed to know exactly what to do, just how to touch her no matter where he put his fingers, how to use his tongue on every facet of her pussy.

She shook underneath him, entirely agreeing with his every touch. Ted felt her urgency, her need for him so great that it transcended being felt or fondled. She needed him inside her.

He stood and quickly removed his clothing, freeing his swollen prick from its confinement, letting it spring out and pulse in the air, as if holding sway over Karen’s supine body. It towered over her and Ted watched her preening response to it as he removed the rest of his clothes.

In her desire for him, she was beautiful—as beautiful as her supple, sensual body—it was hard not to whoop for joy that her body, her beauty, maybe even her love—were all his.