My heart hammers as I watch him roll a condom on and then he slides his tip through my lips as we stare at each other. “You need to get on my cock,” he breathes.
Every cell in my body is on fire, and I slide down onto his hard shaft.
Ouch…… he’s big and thick.
Rock hard.
We stare at each other as my body ripples around him, and he tenderly pushes the hair back from my face. “How does that feel?”
“Good,” I whimper. “So good.”
I’m completely at his mercy.
He grabs my hipbones and circles me down on him, first one way and then the other to loosen me up. “Just like that,” he whispers into my mouth. “That’s it, good girl,” he coaches me. “Little deeper now.” He pushes in further, and I wince.
Oh….. he’s big.
Experienced, so different to any man I’ve been with before.
My body finally loosens up, and he slides all the way home.
“Fuck,” he moans, his eyes are rolling back, and I get the feeling he’s having a hard time controlling himself.
He lifts me and slides me back down onto him, gently at first and we go harder and harder.
Until we are fucking like animals, my knees are up around his ears, the sound of our skin slapping together is echoing through the space, and I see stars.
All the stars.
I cry out as I come hard, and he pulls me close as he comes too, our bodies convulsing as they feed off each other’s. We pant heavily, both gasping for air.
He kisses me softly, and it’s there again, a sweetness. So unlike the way this night is going, it’s unexpected and to be honest, a little frightening.
Our foreheads touch as we come back down to earth, and he smiles shyly.
“What?” I smile too.
“Nothing.” He chuckles as if having a private joke with himself.
“What were you going to say?” I ask.
“The plan was that I came here to try and make you come on a date with me.”
“What the hell was that then?” I laugh.
“Things were just going too well, and I couldn’t help taking the fourth date up front.”
“A fourth date?” I ask hopefully.
His eyes hold mine, “There better be a fourth date.” He stands and lifts me carefully down to the floor. “You need a shower, you’re filthy.”
He turns me around and pushes me toward the hall as he slaps my behind.
“My bathroom is the other way,” I tease.
“Oh.” He turns me in the other direction and pushes me that way and slaps me again.
I hear him rustle around, and I glance back to see him taking another condom out of his wallet, and I raise my eyebrow in question, and he gives me a playful wink. “You never know.”
