The tip of his fingers slowly slid through my arms and his lips gently touched my shoulders. My eyes, semi closed, were still open enough to watch us on the mirror that faced the bed. I have never thought of myself as a sexy woman, and yet, watching that young men wander through my body with his hands, eyes and lips, made me feel hot.

He whispered "I wanna make you cum". Softly, I smiled. Thinking he wouldn't, but happy to let him try anyway. I laid on my back, as his hands moved closer to my tights, moving towards the inner side, sliding closer to my panties, and then inside. I felt his finger playing with my clitoris, while his other hand now moved upwards my tights as well, preparing to help. He slid my underwear to the side with his other hand, and started to touch my perineum. I had been a long time since someone touched my like that. I got so wet his hands could slide up and down, magically and who-knows-how, but it made me moan and shiver. I did not think he would make me cum, and yet there I was, twisting my legs and grabbing the bedsheets, trying to hold on before my first orgasm of the night.

I barely had time to finish it, and he told me unashamedly "I wanna make you cum again". I thought to myself "No way", but he turned me around and got on top of me. As he grabbed my hair, he started thrusting his rock hard cock inside me. I was so sensitive from the last orgasm it almost felt like I couldn't take it, and yet, I loved it. While he was inside of me, he continued whispering all the things he wanted to do to my body, to me. And it got me so wildly turned on that I came again a few minutes later.
He felt it as well, as my tights clenched around his cock, so he turned me around again, looked me straight in the eyes and said "I am not done with you yet".

At that point, I knew better, so I thought "How many more times", but I simply said "Fuck me however you want, I'm yours".

Four. That night it was four times.