“Oh!” I screamed.
Usually finger foreplay was just sort of a sloppy mess, trying to figure out what was best. But Sonny seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing. He moved with such ease that it was as if this wasn’t our first time having sex.
He actually got me very close to orgasm before he flipped me over and took in the view of my naked body.
“Nice,” he said.
But the gazing thankfully didn’t last long. After he tore off his shirt and cut, he went down in between my legs, stuck his tongue on my clit, and worked me.
And this time, he didn’t stop when the orgasm arrived. He kept licking and swirling and sucking all the way through it, even as my hips nearly bucked so hard into him, they bumped him back. He was a sexual stud, able to prolong the orgasm as long as it could go.
“Oh, fuck!” I said as I scooted back. “Get your ass on the bed. Lie down and let me fuck you.”
“I knew you were going to be good,” he said as he unbuckled his pants.
I couldn’t wait any fucking longer. I reached forward, helped him yank them off, and grabbed his cock and started stroking as we fell to the bed. He was so fucking hard and stiff—if it was possible, I’d somehow underestimated his size when I’d been feeling him earlier. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me.
But first, a little bit of returned pleasure.
I went down on him, swallowed the entirety of his cock, ran my tongue over the tip, and did everything I could. He stiffened even more and grunted, but he showed no signs of impending orgasm. Good thing, too—I didn’t want him finishing in my mouth when I hadn’t even gotten him inside of me yet.
But boy, he swelled and twitched in my mouth. I hummed and stroked and did everything I could. It was almost like a naughty game, really—who would win, the girl trying to get him to come or the guy trying to hold out from coming? I enjoyed the challenge, the dare. Either I’d win, or I’d “win.”
Eventually, though, the lust to have him inside of me grew too great.
“Get some rubber on and then get inside me.”
He leaned over to a nightstand as I kept stroking his dick. He opened a drawer, ripped open the packaging, grabbed one, and rolled it on.
“Good.”
And with that, I got on top of him, smothering him with my breasts. I reached back, found his cock, and then pushed him inside me.
“Oh!” we both shouted.
The intensity of him filling me…how wet and tight I felt…oh, fucking heavens!
But Sonny got his senses back faster, and like everything else that seemed to happen between us, it got from point A to Z much faster than would normally happen. Fortunately, here, point Z was not orgasm, but just how hard we went.
And what happened over the next ten to fifteen minutes or so was some of the best sex I’d ever had in my life. The bed creaked and shook under us. I came twice. I knew I was going to be walking sore and bow-legged tomorrow.
He was rough, aggressive, and hard-hitting, but in all the right ways. He seemed to know the perfect line between pain and pleasure, intense and too much, hard and too hard. He touched, kissed, and caressed all the right spots, all while his cock filled me and slid in and out of my pussy.
I had to ask myself if I had slept with him before. I definitely had not, but it was wild how the chemistry just seemed so instant, so hot. As far as one-night stands went, this was easily some of the best that I had ever had in my life, if not the best ever. I could only be unsure of that claim because my mind had melted in the middle of sex.
When Sonny finally came, I was all but dead. He’d rocked my body, leaving me panting for breath, and nearly collapsed into the bed. He pulled out, removed his condom, went to the bathroom, and left me trying to catch my breath. Had I just dreamed the entire thing?
Holy fuck.
This could not be the last time that we ever did this. This felt too fucking good.
Sonny came back to the room, and seeing him there buck naked was a thing of beauty. It reminded me of some of the Greek statues, just with more tattoos and modern hairstyles than back then.
“Damn,” I said.
“You think that was good,” he said. “Just wait till I’m charged up and ready for round two.”
“Oh?”
“Give it like twenty, thirty minutes tops,” he said. “Just don’t fall asleep. Or if you do, don’t be mad if I wake you up. I have a high sex drive and a quick refractory period.”
I had to stop myself from laughing.
“I’ve never said no to sex,” I said. “But if there’s anyone that might yet make me tap out—”
“It’s not going to be me, because you’re going to like it too much to say no.”
There was only one thing I could say in response to that.
“Yep.”
