Now he was lying next to me in only a pair of white briefs, and I wasn’t sure if I could stand it.
“So, what’s your favorite position?” he asked me softly as he rolled over on his side and stared at me, his fingers running down the side of my body.
“Huh?” I swallowed hard, gazing up at him as my body trembled at his touch.
“Your favorite position.” He smiled down at me sweetly. “You have beautiful brown eyes—you know that, right?”
“Um, thanks.” I touched his cheek. “And you have gorgeous green eyes.” They were so mesmerizing that I thought I could get lost in them. “They make me question going further into your murky ocean?”
“Like water on a dark, troubled night?” He studied my face for a few seconds and then smiled. “Do my eyes signal unknown depths?"
“No, I was more thinking of a deep lush forest. And being at a pathway that takes me further in. It’s green and vibrant with life, but there are strange noises that are calling out and I don’t know if they are a warning or a greeting, ” I stroked his cheek.
“Nah, there’s nothing forest-like about me. I’m all stormy, troubled waters.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Troubled, troubled waters,” he muttered against my lips as his hand slid down my leg. “And I want to shower you with wetness.
I didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. I mean, what was the point? I already knew what he meant and I was already halfway there. We weren’t here to get to know each other. I wasn’t his therapist, and he wasn’t my boyfriend. This wasn’t some deep, meaningful night. This was about having fun.
I ran my fingers down his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing into me hard, and I groaned.
“Do that again,” he muttered as his fingers played with my breasts.
“Do what again?” I squirmed against him and moaned.
“That,” he growled and pulled away from me.
I watched as he pulled his briefs off and his hardness sprang out, powerful and confident. I shouldn’t have been surprised at how thick and hard it looked, but I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips.
“You like?” He grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t think I can lie.”
I giggled as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” he groaned as I rubbed myself back and forth on him.
“Shh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “No more talking.”
“No more talking?” His eyes narrowed.
“No more talking.” I put my finger against his lips. “Just make love to me.”
“Make love to you?” He smirked as his hands made their way to my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them together softly.
“Fuck me,” I whispered down at him as I continued my slow grind on top of him.
“Fuck you?” He smirked.
“Yes.” I nodded with a small smile. “That’s what you want, right?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead, he reached to the nightstand and grabbed a packet and ripped it open. I watched him pull the condom out, and I moved to the side so that he could slide it on. I stared at him, then pushed his hands back to the mattress, and moved forward and up, sitting down gently on him, my eyes never leaving his as he filled me up.
In that moment, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. I felt like I was flying, soaring through the sky and nothing could stop me. I moved back and forth gently, but he wasn’t having any of that. His hands moved my hips back and forth quickly so that I was truly riding him, like some sort of Texas cowgirl.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of different positions. I’d never been with a man who could get hard again so quickly after orgasming. He was like Superman. I’d have to nickname him Superman with the miracle tongue. He had me on the bed, on the couch, in the shower, on the floor. He fucked me hard, slow, and in between. He pleasured me with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, and I screamed and shouted as if I were on a roller coaster, which I supposed I was. I was on the roller coaster ride of my life. I knew I’d be sore the next day, but I didn’t care.
We finally fell asleep at about four a.m. I awoke at five, needing to go to the bathroom, and that was when I decided to leave. I grabbed my dress and pulled it on slowly as I stared at his sleeping body on the bed. He was a fine specimen of a man. And he was obviously a dog if he was so quick to have a one-night stand, but I knew that was unfair of me, as I’d chosen to have a one-night stand as well.
I crept out of his room, feeling high on life and incredibly satisfied. I’d had my first one-night stand, and it had been everything I’d thought it would be. In fact, it had been evenbetter than I had thought it would be. I wished I could tell my ex, Shane, about what I’d done. I wanted to call him and tell him that he’d been wrong about me. I wasn’t a prude. I wasn’t scared of sex. I was a confident, sexy woman. I’d just fucked a hot stranger and felt like a million bucks. I wasn’t ashamed at all.
