Man of the House: An Older Man Younger Woman Romance

by Sarah Rowling

  “Don’t stop!” She warned him as his thrust became rough and ragged.

  She knew that it was a matter of time before climax took her. Intending to have it in the best manner possible, she reached out behind her and held his head to kiss him.

  Alonso groaned into her mouth as it took him too. She could feel the hot liquid as it rushed into her pussy. It flowed vigorously around the flesh of her slit, tickling as it moved.

  There was really nothing out of place. It was so much better than she had expected, and she suddenly felt it could have been more.

  There was something more to what she felt. Amanda held on to Alonso’s hand as he cuddled against her from behind.

  It was the first time she’d ever felt a man inside of her.

  * * *

  Amanda turned to look at him. She couldn’t believe that in the last few days, she had gone from cautious to wild and adventurous. And here was the man who had instigated the whole thing.

  She watched him as he slept. There was now a familiar twitch on his cheeks and lips. This told Amanda how used to him she was becoming. The kind of attraction between her and Alonso would make quite the novel series.

  Sighing, she bent her head and rested it on his chest. His even breathing made his chest rise and fall rhythmically. This movement relaxed Amanda a little.

  “What is wrong?” He asked, obviously awake.

  “I thought you were asleep.” Amanda raised her head to peek into his eyes. Those eyes were closed a moment ago. Staring at them now, she couldn’t hide the currents of emotions that passed through her. She rested her head on his chest.

  “Did I do something wrong while…?” He left the remaining words hanging, giving Amanda the opportunity to chime in.

  Amanda quickly replayed everything that had happened a few hours ago in her mind. There was nothing wrong in his conduct. If anything, he took caution, needing her to be sure of her affection for him before he fucked her.

  Alonso was such an attractive artist, and he had a big heart; and Amanda was already in love with him.

  “Oh, you were perfect,” she told him. She reached for his dick under the sheets, hoping to distract herself.

  “You think you could take me again, after only a couple hours?” Amanda felt the blood rush to her cheeks. He made it sound as if he was ready, yet he was the one that went into her with all the energy in him, stretching her, and making her sore.

  “I’d think it would want me anytime, so far in my hands it sure seems ready.” Amanda teased.

  Alonso smiled at her, adjusting to give her a hand a proper grasp. “Well, do what you have to do. It won’t bite.”

  Amanda felt his dick thickening at her touch. It was in fact becoming solid, and before long it was fully erect.

  “You get hard so quick,” She commented, moving her hand up and down the readied shaft.

  “Well, you have got such perfect hands.” He replied.

  What are we doing, Amanda asked herself. She really wanted to understand why she felt like this with him. She was still a virgin just a couple hours ago, yes. Was she feeling this confused with him because he was her first?

  Still stroking him, Amanda kissed him the umpteenth time. He was already aroused as well. He responded with a groan, she held on to his cock.

  Finally unable to control it, Amanda guided his dick to her pussy and pulled him in.

  “Does that remind you of anything?” She asked, before changing positions.

  In a flash, Amanda was on top of Alonso, his dick still buried deep inside her.

  “My turn,” She told him.

  He didn’t argue, he wasn’t talking about any painting. He simply held on to her breast as she rode him, fast.

  She would tell him she was in love with him another day.

  Chapter Five

  Amanda took a bite from the toast and stared at Alonso, who was across the field, painting. He had been at it for days now, and wasn’t showing any sign of finishing up any time soon. It had been exactly two weeks since she came to meet him here.

  He refused to go back to the civilization of the city, and after the time they spent with each other, either fucking or talking art, he finally signed the agreement. Well, there really is no need for the added clause now, is there?

  Amanda hadn’t been able to tell him what she felt. She allowed the sex to continue, and sometimes wondered if he felt the same way. She didn’t stay there with him, it was the third time she was visiting. And two out of the three of her visits had ended with both of them getting naked.

  The second time Amanda came to meet him in the condo, she brought news about one of his art pieces, called De Orature. It was a perfect sculpture of a chorister, shouting. And a major Italian gallery wanted to add it to their collection.

  When she told him about this, Alonso was indifferent.

  “This is a very good one. You should be rejoicing!” She exclaimed happily.

  But he had only smiled a little before he managed a “Yes, I am happy.” Amanda always knew artists were sensitive about their works; though Alonso’s level of artistic sensitivity continued to surprise her.

  Well, at least, he had eventually agreed to the gallery’s proposal. And here she was again, the fourth time on a very personal visit.

  She waved at him as he looked up and saw her. When he smiled and dropped his scalpel, Amanda raised her voice as he walked towards her.

  “I brought toast and milk.” And we need to talk.

  * * *

  Amanda fell on him, panting heavily. His hands were on her ass and he groaned as his release came too. They both remained silent for the next few minutes, ravishing the continual lust.

  It was fast becoming a reality both of them couldn’t stop. The truth was that keeping their hands away from each other was an impossibility. And they had just silently agreed to give each other the pleasure they sought.

  Amanda finally lifted her hair, brushing her long hair from her face.

  “Alonso?” Checking to see if he was asleep already.

  “Yes?” His voice was like a groan.

  “You were my first.” There is no use in me hiding it from you anymore. This was the third time she was with him.

  He nodded, quickly agreeing as if he had already suspected it. Amanda wanted to see the emotion on his face, but he had closed the shutters, blocking out most of the light. The room was rectangular, with limited light from the lamp on the kitchen table.

  She wished he could understand how much it meant to be with him; her first. She suspected that he does. He is a sensitive artist, is he not?

  She glanced up at him again and brushed his hair with her hands.

  “I thought I should let you know.” She whispered.

  He adjusted, allowing her to sleep beside him, with her head on his chest.

  “Thank you.” He said.

  Amanda realized that he didn’t quite register her last statement. She was no longer referring to the loss of her virginity, and she told him so.

  “What are you talking about then?” He asked, sleep and perplexity obvious in his tone.

  “I love you Alonso. I just love you.” The words were out before she could control them. It was too early but she knew they were genuine feelings.

  Seconds, then minutes passed, yet the darkness filled with no response from Alonso. Amanda was about to return her hand to his hair when she noticed that he was breathing evenly. He was fast asleep already.

  Disappointed, she rested her head on his chest once again, willing to allow sleep to take over. And she did.

  The End of Book Two

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  Book 33: Amanda’s Virgin Voyage 3

  Copyright © 2015 All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means without written permission from the author.

  This book is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirel
y coincidental.

  This story has erotic themes and is suitable for adults, 18+ only.

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter One

  “Amanda!”

  Julie dropped her blue leather bag and jumped on her sister. Amanda caught by surprise, only returned the hug with a shrewd smile on her lips.

  It was a very beautiful summer morning. The brightness of the sun came over the gentle street where Amanda’s bungalow stood, its small porch colored white and blue.

  It was the weekend too, and Amanda had planned to spend the day with Alonso. He was visiting her house for the second time since she had met him. Alonso was an artist, who took a liking his privacy on the outskirts of town.

  Amanda was able to convince him that A’s AA needed his presence in town for the presentation of his recently finished work. And four days ago, he came out of his shell and visited Amanda. But he had only went as far as to her porch before he kissed her and told her he would be back.

  Then Alonso had called surprisingly on Friday, telling her that he would visit her home the next day. But as it seemed, Amanda was receiving another surprise as she stared into the eyes of Julie, her older sister.

  “You didn’t tell me you were coming!” Amanda exclaimed.

  Julie was a taller woman with green eyes. She didn’t have long hair, like that of Amanda’s. Her short hair was curved to the side of her face, giving her oblong face a smooth and perfect curve.

  Amanda smiled at the way Julie’s monochrome gown matched the color of her leather bag. Julie had always been fashionable. Surprised that she had only come with a bag, she asked if Julie was planning to leave immediately.

  “You planning to leave after a few hours?” She said, opening the door wider to allow her in.

  But Julie only smiled, stepping aside to reveal another woman. Amanda, double surprised, turned her head to look at her sister.

  “This is Samantha, Amanda.” Julie got closer to Samantha and kissed her passionately before turning to Amanda again. “Samantha is my soul mate.” She added.

  Unconcerned with Amanda’s bemused opened mouth, Julie took one of the bags from Samantha’s hand and stepped in. Samantha, on the other hand, only smiled at Amanda, eyeing her figure intently.

  “Good to meet you, Amanda.” She said taking Amanda’s hand in hers. Then, like Julie, she handled the remaining bags in her hands and advanced into the house.

  Amanda, still awed by the sudden visit, closed the door the same time Samantha passed a lewd remark.

  “Nice nightie, Amanda. Your breasts slightly cut through the thin linen, so very well.”

  * * *

  Alonso walked briskly up the stairs and stopped at the porch to tuck his shirt in right. He hated wearing longer shirts, they hung too low on his waist, so he tucked it in the best he could.

  But Amanda had advised that he got used to it. According to her, expanding his art into merchandise meant he would be meeting with a lot of investors.

  “You would need to look official to make the right impression as a professional artist.” She told him over the phone some days back.

  He wasn’t at her porch right now for anything official. In fact, it would be the first time he would be in her house. And Alonso quietly confessed to himself, I am anxious. He had only dressed like this to impress her.

  The relationship he had with Amanda was riding high lately. Even though it hadn’t been more than a month since he started having sex with her, he was starting to think there was more than the feeling of his cock inside her wet cunt between them.

  Still thinking about this, Alonso stepped forward and knocked on the door. It didn’t take long before there was a click and the door opened to reveal a strange face.

  “Hi, I am sorry.” Alonso started, looking at the woman, “Is this Amanda’s home. I must have the wrong door.” Alonso smiled to hide his anxiety.

  The woman smiled back at him and cocked her head. She was tall, Alonso noted. And her hair was smoothed to the back and rounded into a pony tail, giving her face the right appeal. Her lips, as she smiled, formed a silly pout that made Alonso smile all the more.

  “Oh handsome, you are at the right home.” She said, naturally pouting her lips at him.

  Alonso smiled at her again and inquired if he could come in.

  “Oh, yes you can,” she said before stepping aside.

  Alonso noted that the woman’s voice was soft and subtle. Wondering who she was, he was then greeted by someone resembling Amanda as he walked into the house.

  He knew it wasn’t Amanda, but the edges of her face and her confident smile were like Amanda’s. Moving closer into the sitting room, Amanda herself was seated on one of the sofas. She stood up as he approached, passing him a smile.

  “Julie, Samantha,” She stated as she drew Alonso to her, “This is Alonso Anderson, a renowned artist.”

  “Julie is my sister.” Amanda explained giving Alonso the insight as to why they looked alike, “and that’s Samantha, her girlfriend.” Samantha motioned towards the woman with the pony tail.

  Alonso smiled at both women and looked into Amanda’s eyes, anxiously. He wasn’t planning to meet anyone else in her house; and he felt that it was actually unfair that she hadn’t warned him.

  Julie, taking her cue from Alonso’s consequent silence took Samantha’s hand and stepped forward.

  “Perhaps we should go unpack while you two talk about whatever it is you talk about.” She said, waving a hand ridiculously. “And Andy, we do have a lot to catch up on.” She finished as she and Samantha exited to the passage that led to the bed rooms.

  Samantha pouted her lips again at Alonso before she exited. Alonso, confused, only pretended as if he hadn’t noticed. Samantha had looked at him when she opened the door as if she could devour him whole at the moment.

  He cursed silently, surprised that she could be attracted to him, despite her sexual orientation. Julie was an attractive woman as well, and he had to admit that she was much more attractive than her partner, Samantha.

  “So, how many sisters would I be introduced to in the future?” He asked as he turned to Andy.

  She smiled at him and held his hand. Guiding him to sit beside her, Andy decided it wasn’t time to discuss family yet.

  “Tell me, Alonso, why are you dressed in such a nice shirt and pressed pants?” She asked him sarcastically.

  Within moments, both of them were laughing as Alonso explained the trouble he went through while trying to get the shirt tucked in front of a mirror.

  Chapter Two

  Samantha closed the door to the room and turned happily to face Julie.

  “They are fucking each other,” She said, smiling.

  “Sam!” Julie smiled back. “It is absolutely unnecessary to mention the obvious.” She chided playfully, dropping the bags in front of the wardrobe.

  “Well.” Samantha said as she shrugged. She fell on the bed and spread her legs.

  Julie looked back and smiled again. “What are you doing?”

  Samantha stared at the ceiling and tapped the space beside her. She licked her lips as her face fell on Julie. “Join me here, Jules.”

  Julie couldn’t hide the blush that rushed to her cheeks. She stared at Samantha’s hips that were now visible as she laid on the bed. Her gown, unlike Julie’s, wasn’t fitted to her skin. It was a light cotton gown that curved wide as it got to her hips.

  Samantha’s eyes dropped to her hips as she noticed Julie’s gaze.

  “You think we can go about it quickly?” She asked, “I mean without them noticing downstairs?” Then she drew the remaining part of her gown up, revealing her womanhood.

  Julie cursed silently as she approached Samantha. “Sam, get it off already, will you?” She said as she got on the bed. She rested sideways on the space that Samantha had suggested just a moment ago.

  “Get it
off of me,” Samantha said, turning sideways too.

  Julie, smiling, didn’t go for the end of the gown. She swept her hand first along Samantha’s smooth thighs and stopped when it got to her upper thighs.

  “Spread your legs, Sam.” She instructed.

  Samantha obeyed without much thought. She laid back on the bed, moving to allow part of Julie’s body to comfortably rest on her. When she spread her legs, Julie’s middle and index fingers went into her pussy with urgent speed.

  She stifled a moan and held her breast to add to the pleasure that was ascending already. Fondling her breast, she suddenly felt the need to be out of the restricting gown.

  “Get this off, Jules.” She told Julie again, nodding towards her gown.

  Julie, understanding the urgency in her voice, helped her out of the gown. Within moments, both of them had helped each other out of their clothes. Julie still kept her tube, which was what kept her averagely big breasts rightly in place.

  Samantha was stark naked. Julie took her time to study her partner’s body before making any move to touch her again. Her breasts went outward, V-shaped and quite the handful.

  Getting to one first, Julie teased the nipple with the tip of her finger.

  “I love your pink nipples, Sam.”

  Samantha cooed, “You tell me that every time before you put them in your mouth.”

  And just before Samantha finished, Julie took the nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Samantha, expecting the pleasurable move, took Julie’s head into her hand and closed her eyes.

  “Suck it all, Jules.”

  Julie, encouraged by Samantha’s wanting words, moved to the next nipple and sucked on it too. Her hands had taken the first breast and was now fondling it, sending moans through Samantha’s lips.