The Anal Gift I Gave My Mature Lover

After several months of seeing each other in secret, I already knew by heart the way Damián breathed when he came hot to my place. He didn’t need to say a word. Just seeing him come through the door, with that mix of anxiety and tenderness on his face, was enough for me to know he was coming ready to lose his mind with me.

His birthday fell on a Saturday, and he told me he’d invent any excuse to slip away from the family dinner. I told him to come at eight and not ask any more questions. I didn’t know what I’d prepared for him, and that was exactly what kept me turned on all day.

I showered slowly, perfumed my neck and breasts, and chose clothes designed to rile him up the second he saw me. Under the tight black top I wore a red bra that barely held my tits; below, some snug leggings that made my ass stand out as if it had been painted on. I wanted to receive him dressed, yes, but with my body screaming at him about what was going to happen.

When the doorbell rang, I took one last look at myself in the hall mirror and smiled. I opened the door and there he was, with a bottle in one hand and that good-boy face that turned me on even more because I knew how filthy he could get with me.

“Happy birthday, my love,” I told him.

He didn’t let me finish. He grabbed me by the waist, slammed me against his body, and shoved his tongue into my mouth hungrily. I let go of the door, which shut behind him on its own, and hung on his neck while he squeezed one ass cheek hard, as if he’d been holding himself back for days.

“You drove me crazy the second I saw you,” he murmured against my lips.

“That was the idea.”

We made our way kissing into the living room, stumbling a little, bumping into the wall because neither of us had any patience. He held me by the nape of the neck and kissed me again with that rhythm of his, deep and slow at first, then rougher, sucking my lip, biting me lightly. I rubbed my body against him and felt his hard bulge against my hip.

“This is how I like to have you come in,” I whispered. “All desperate.”

“With you, always.”

I made him walk to the dining table and sat on the edge, opening my legs just enough for him to get between them. He kissed my neck, inhaled my skin, ran a hand down my waist and squeezed my ass with so much possessiveness that I moaned too soon.

“I love when you get like this,” I told him. “Like you’re really mine.”

“I’m yours when I’m here.”

“No. You’re mine all the time. Here you just show it.”

He smiled that sweet, insolent smile of his and gave me another kiss. I took his face in my hands and looked at him for a second. I liked seeing him there, waiting, knowing that tonight I was going to fulfill a fantasy he’d never dared to ask me for outright.

“I have your present,” I told him, “but first I want to play with you a little.”

“Do whatever you want with me.”

“That’s what I planned to do.”

I got down from the table and started undressing him slowly. I took off his shirt, kissing his chest at each button I freed. Then his pants, his underwear, and finally he was naked in front of me, already with his cock stiff and heavy, pointing toward his abdomen. I barely stroked it with my fingertips and he let out a breath through his nose, trembling.

“Look how hard you are,” I teased affectionately. “I haven’t even properly said hello and you already want to cum.”

“It’s your fault.”

“Of course it’s my fault.”

I undressed too. He liked watching me, so I took my time: the top first, letting his eyes lock onto my tits; then the leggings, sliding them down my legs slowly until I was completely naked in front of him. He swallowed hard with his gaze, still not touching me.

“You’re insane,” he said softly.

“And you’re the one turning years older. Take advantage.”

I knelt in front of him without taking my eyes off his face. I ran a hand over his thighs, over his stomach, over his groin, and then I grabbed his cock firmly. It was hot, hard, and alive in my hand. I kissed the tip, stuck out my tongue to taste the first thread of fluid, and gave him a smile before taking him into my mouth.

Damián let out a rough gasp. I started slowly, sucking the head, circling my tongue around the glans, letting saliva slide down the shaft. Then I went lower, swallowing him little by little, feeling how he tensed even more as my throat took him in.

“Like that... like that... don’t be a pain...” he murmured, closing his eyes.

I loved hearing him lose control. I jerked him at the same pace I was sucking, moving my mouth up and down with cruel patience, slowing when I felt him getting too close. Every time he tried to push my head just a little, I looked up at him and eased the pressure only to drive him crazier.

“Hold still,” I ordered, pulling him out of my mouth for a second. “Tonight I’m in charge.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, my love.”

I took him back in and this time went deeper. My nose brushed his pubic bone, my throat closed around his cock, and I tore a hoarse groan from him. I swallowed him whole several times, drooling shamelessly all over him, until I felt him trembling for real. Then I pulled away just as he was starting to cum.

“No, not yet,” I told him, licking the tip. “I want more of you.”

I made him turn around. I kissed his back from the nape of his neck down to his waist, gently biting his skin. My hands went to his ass cheeks and I started opening them, first caressing, then squeezing with more intent. I felt him shudder.

“Relax,” I whispered. “You know how much I like exploring you.”

“You drive me crazy when you do that.”

I ran my tongue slowly along the line of his ass, once, twice, three times. His body reacted instantly. He braced himself on the table with his hands and let his head drop a little, surrendering to whatever I wanted to do. I kept going, firmer now, spreading his cheeks and licking him hungrily while I jerked him at the same time.

“Fuck...” he moaned. “I can’t take it...”

I circled his hole with my tongue, wetting it, pressing the tip against it until it began to give. Then I pushed just a little and felt it open minimally but clearly. That turned me on even more. I shoved my tongue in insistently, going in and out, playing at fucking him while my hand went up and down his soaked cock.

“Tell me if you like it.”

“I like it... I like it a lot...”

“Then why are you so embarrassed to admit it?”

He didn’t answer with words. He answered by pushing his ass back toward my mouth, asking for more. I smiled against his skin and kept licking him with circular, deep, ever filthier movements. His breathing became ragged. I felt his whole body jerk, and he came all at once, thick and hot, splashing over the fingers that were still jerking him.

He stayed bent over, trembling. I straightened up slowly, brought my hand to my mouth, and licked his cum off without taking my eyes off his back.

“Sorry,” he said, still breathless. “I didn’t mean to finish so fast.”

I hugged him from behind and kissed his shoulder.

“You don’t have to apologize for enjoying yourself with me.”

He turned around and looked at me with that mix of shyness and need that always melted me a little, even if it left me soaked. I took his face and made him hold my gaze.

“Listen carefully. I’m not here to judge you or make you feel weird. I like you. I get turned on by what we do. And tonight, on top of that, I want to give you something you’ve been wanting for a while.”

“What?”

I didn’t answer right away. I kissed him, long and slow, and then I turned my back to him. I rested my hands on the table, spread my legs just a little, and looked at him over my shoulder.

“My ass,” I told him. “That’s your present. I want you to fuck me there.”

He went still for a second. I felt his silence like an electric shock.

“Seriously?”

“Yes. You never asked me for it, even though I know damn well that’s what you wanted. And precisely because of that, I’m giving it to you. Because I liked that you waited. Because I like driving you crazy.”

I heard him come closer. His hands settled on my hips carefully, almost reverently. Then he started kissing my back, my waist, my ass cheeks. He took his time. He caressed them, parted them with his fingers, looked at them as if he truly could hardly believe he was going to get inside me that night.

“You’ve got a perfect ass,” he murmured, already completely turned on again.

“Then stop talking and make it yours.”

I felt him hesitate.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“If it bothers me, I’ll tell you. But don’t treat me like I’m made of glass. I want to feel your cock in there. I want you to open me slowly and then fuck me however you feel like.”

I reached for the lubricant I’d left ready on the table and passed it to him without turning around. That finally convinced him. I heard the cap click open, felt his slick fingers on my ass, and then the wet pressure around my hole. He started massaging me patiently, rubbing, pressing the pad of one finger inside just a little.

I moaned instantly.

“Like that... keep going.”

The first finger went in slowly, opening me little by little. I tensed by reflex, took a deep breath, and let it out as he filled me with short, measured movements. Then he slipped in a second finger. It hurt a little, yes, but that pain turned me on. I leaned my chest more firmly on the table and pushed my ass back, asking for more.

“You’re filthy,” he said, half fascinated, half disbelieving.

“And you’re taking too long.”

I heard him laugh softly, nervously. He pulled his fingers out and I felt the head of his cock pressing at my entrance. My whole body went alert. This was the moment I’d imagined all day.

“Come on,” I ordered. “Push.”

He went in just a little and I shuddered. The head opened me slowly, making the flesh burn in an intense, exquisite way. I bit my lip, clutching the edge of the table, while he advanced millimeter by millimeter.

“Like this?”

“Yes... don’t stop... push it in more.”

He pushed again. I felt every centimeter, every tug, every second of resistance before my ass gave in and let him through. When he was finally halfway in, I let out a long moan that came straight from my belly.

“Fuck... you’re so tight...”

“Finish getting in. I want all your cock.”

He obeyed. With a mix of care and hunger, he filled me to the hilt. He stayed buried there for a moment, still, breathing hard behind me. I needed a few seconds too, to adjust to that brutal fullness.

“Now,” I whispered. “Fuck me.”

The first thrust was awkward and hard. It shook me from head to toe. The second found the angle better. The third tore a clear scream out of me, shameless. My ass was burning and throbbing around his cock, but the more he moved, the more I wanted it.

“Like that, my love... like that... don’t stop...”

He grabbed my waist with both hands and started really fucking me. At first without rhythm, driven only by desire. Then more confidently, driving in and out with ever deeper thrusts. The wet sound of our bodies filled the dining room. I slapped the table with my palms and pushed back to take more of him.

“Tell me it’s mine,” he panted.

“It’s yours. Tonight it’s yours. My ass is yours, fuck it.”

That sentence unraveled him. He gave one sharp slap to one ass cheek and then another. Not too hard, but enough to make me moan louder. He kept pumping with fury, with pure heat, stuffing me all the way and pulling nearly all the way out before burying himself again.

“It fits you perfectly,” I said between gasps. “Your cock in my ass drives me insane.”

“You have no idea what I dreamed about this.”

“Then enjoy it and wreck me.”

I brought one hand between my legs and started rubbing my clit while he fucked me. The combination was unbearable. The initial pain had turned into something else: a delicious pressure, a feeling of being completely taken by him. Every thrust made me vibrate inside, and every stroke on my pussy brought me closer to orgasm.

“I’m about to cum,” I warned him. “Don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”

He leaned over my back, bit my neck, and kept moving with even more violence. His pubic bone hit my ass cheeks, his fingers dug into my hips, his breath burned my ear. I came like that, with my ass full and my hand trembling between my legs, gripping the table and screaming his name.

The orgasm left me limp, but he was still hard and hungry. He pulled out just a little and thrust back in so hard it made me moan again.

“I’m not done,” he told me.

“I know. Finish inside me. Fill my ass.”

It only took a few more thrusts. His rhythm turned erratic, brutal, and he ended up burying himself to the hilt while he came with a deep, long moan, spilling himself completely inside me. I felt it hot and thick, and that detail finished off my arousal completely.

We stayed like that for a few seconds, pressed together, sweaty. Then he rested his chest against my back and kissed the nape of my neck.

“I love you,” he murmured. “I’ve never felt like this with anyone.”

I smiled, still breathless.

“Happy birthday. I hope you liked your gift.”

He laughed without having pulled out of me yet.

“You’ve ruined me for the rest of the year.”

After a moment he withdrew slowly. I felt the immediate emptiness, the semen sliding out, and had to squeeze my thighs together for a second. He helped me stand upright and we kissed again, softer now, our bodies still vibrating from what we’d just done.

***

I thought we were going to take a break, but no. I saw him glance down the hallway and knew he was still turned on. So was I. My legs were weak and my ass was sensitive, but precisely because of that I wanted more.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” he said. “Otherwise I’m going to burst.”

“Don’t even think about going alone.”

I followed him to the bathroom amid laughter and stolen kisses. He lifted the toilet lid and looked at me as if asking what the hell I thought I was doing now. I gently pushed him by the shoulders until he sat down.

“Stay still,” I told him. “I thought of a better way to end the night.”

I knelt between his legs and grabbed his cock again. It was still hard, wet, shining with the mix of saliva and cum from before. I sucked it without warning, swallowing it desperately, with no elegant caution left. I wanted to feel it heavy on my tongue; I wanted to hear him cursing above me.

“No way you’re still this hard,” I murmured before taking him back into my mouth.

This time I was rougher. I throat-fucked him, let saliva run down the shaft and over my fingers, breathed however I could while my mouth fucked him on its own. He had one hand in my hair and the other gripping the sink’s edge hard.

“Stop... stop or I’m going to cum again...”

I pulled back just a little, only to raise the temperature even more. I stood up, straddled him, and lined the tip of his cock up with my ass again. We both moaned at the same time when I started lowering myself onto him.

“I can’t believe this,” he said, eyes locked downward.

“Believe it. And hold me tight.”

I descended slowly until I took him in completely. The toilet creaked a little under our weight and that made us laugh for a second, but then the pleasure closed in again. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressed my breasts to his torso, and started moving on top of him.

First slowly, feeling the tender opening of my ass again. Then faster. I rose and fell on his cock with an ever more savage rhythm, using my thighs to drive myself. He held my ass cheeks, guiding the motion, helping me drop harder.

“That’s how I like it,” I panted in his face. “You fill me up and I ride you until I leave you dry.”

We kissed between moans, knocking teeth, biting each other’s lips. I could feel his cock entering and leaving my hot ass, more and more slick, easier and easier every time, and that turned me on like crazy. The filthiness of fucking him there, in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, made everything feel even more animalistic.

“I love you,” I kept telling him. “I love your cock. I love the way you open me.”

His breathing was wrecked.

“I can’t last much longer.”

“Then don’t last. Finish however you want.”

I kept riding him furiously. The friction was killing me, and I ended up touching myself again, rubbing fast while I speared myself all the way down on each drop. Damián slapped my ass a couple of times, turned on, overwhelmed, and I felt him start to tense beneath me.

I came first, shaking against his body, squeezing him inside. That was enough to set him off. He grabbed my hips hard and came again with a long discharge while I kept moving on top of him, milking the last convulsions out of him.

We stayed embraced and sweaty, breathing like two exhausted animals. My forehead rested against his, and I had a silly smile I didn’t bother hiding.

“You’re insane,” he told me.

“And you needed to have an unforgettable birthday.”

“It will be. I swear it will be.”

I gave him a soft kiss, this time without urgency. Then I carefully got up from his lap and pulled on his hand.

“Come on. We’ll take a shower, eat something, and then if you want to go out and toast with your friends, go ahead. But tonight I started it, and I can guarantee no one’s going to get it out of your head.”

He smiled with that surrendered look I loved so much and followed me without arguing. As we walked toward the big bathroom, still naked, still smelling of sex, I thought he was right. We weren’t a formal couple, and there was no need to pretend we were. What we had lived in those encounters, in that dirty and ferocious intimacy where he gave himself to me completely and I did the same.

And that night, on top of everything, I had given him exactly what he’d wanted for months.

My ass, yes. But above all my trust, my hunger, and my body opened for him.

From the way he looked at me before getting into the shower with me, I knew he’d never forget it.