Monday, 1 October 2007

One Talented Lover

We'd been texting each other all afternoon. I hadn't seen him in quite a while. Well, I had seen him around, but I hadn't had him to myself. I had just moved into my new place and finally gotten settled.

Those texts, they were damn hot. And very explicit. Telling me exactly what he was going to do to me tonight. How he was going to make me scream and cum. To my end, I had replied just the same. I told him, just as explicitly, that I wanted to fuck him in every room of the house. Just hearing that little groaning 'yeah?' was all the approval I needed. I wanted to tease him, make him hard, but he was at work. I'd have to save that trick for another time. I had the place to myself. I hadn't found a roomie yet, so there were no limits to what we could do. And I told him just that.

He rang when I was in the shower. He was still at work and I was getting ready. I had literally only shaved one leg when the phone rang. I turned off the water and answered it. He wanted directions. I complained that he was going to be early. I wasn't yet ready. He said he was still at work, but he would be coming straight over. I whispered some naughty words in his ear. He couldn't respond. But I could hear in his voice that he loved it.

I finished shaving my legs and dried. Making sure to moisturise every inch of my body. I wanted to be as smooth as possible for him. I wanted to feel his warm skin sliding effortlessly over mine. I selected my underwear carefully. Red. Bright red. Very hot. My clothes were selected a bit less carefully. I wanted to look good, but we both knew that it wouldn't be on for very long.

I set a dvd on to wait for him. It wasn't all that long before I got the text. 'Leaving work now. Fuck you soon.'

I waited by the door with the outside light on. I saw headlights pull into my court. They slowed and finally pulled into my drive. I waited still, heart pounding. I heard the engine wind down. The door opened and he stepped out of the car. God he was hot. My god, the sight of him was enough to make we weak at the knees and damp in the panties. He was tall, well over six feet. With curly black hair. I loved running my fingers through his hair, and giving it a little tug. His eyes were blue. So clear, like ice. They saw straight through me. Though it wasn't hard to see what I wanted. He was lean. Just the way I liked. I don't like muscle bound, nor do I like fat. I want to be able to feel whats under his skin, without anything in the way. I stepped outside into the balmy night as he slammed the car door.

'Hello,' I drawled. Slow and sexy. I like the way it feels to talk when I'm horny. The words form slowly and slip out of my mouth, like they don't belong to me. Like they belong to the other, and they're being made especailly for him. And he says it back. Just the same. 'Hello,' like this was a normal encounter and he was just popping in to say hi, and get a look around the new place.

I love the way he walks. He knows I like seeing what he's got, and he knows how to walk to show it off. I guess a modelling career will teach you that. But there's more to him than his walk. He has a presence that makes me tingle in all the right places. And some of the wrong ones too. He steps towards me and I can smell him. Just having him so near me makes me wet. He holds my gaze for half a second outside, in the doorway. I refuse to back down. If he was two inches closer we'd be touching. I stretch upwards and give him a vicious kiss, with lots of tongue and lip action. But its brief. I pull away and reach for the door. 'Let's go inside, shall we?'

He follows me inside and we kiss in the doorway again. He throws me against the wall roughly and I shudder as he kisses me. Its easily the most intense, vicious, passionate kiss I've ever had. His hands are on either side of me, holding me exactly where he wants me, one arm running next to my side and lying against the wall. The other gently but firmly moves over my breast. He's so close to me. His whole body is hard up against mine. While we express ourselves I take the chance to explore him. I run my hand down his body and find him. He's hard. Fuck, is he hard. And he's big, maybe even a little too big. Lovely, thick and long. I run my hand up and down him, caressing him through his pants. I love doing this. It builds expectations. I guess he loves it when I do it too. At later stages he'd just pull it out the moment he got in the door. God that used to shit me. I love finding it, and unveiling it. Even though when its that big, its not hard to miss. Pun fully intended.

I slide my hand a bit further north and begin to play with his belt buckle. My other hand joins in the action. We're still connected at the mouth and touching pretty much all the way to the ground. Suddenly I pull back and stare at the offending buckle. I can't manage it. I want to see and taste his cock right now. I want it inside me. God I'm horny. And I can't undo the fucking buckle. 'Is there a trick to that?'

'Yeah,' he mumbles. I should have watched him undo it. Maybe I did and I just didn't pay attention. Maybe I did and I did pay attention, but forgot all about it as soon as it was undone. Whatever. All I know is that he undid it, and I don't remember how. Suddenly his belt is undone. He unbuttons his pants and undoes his fly. Quick as a flash I'm back in there, rubbing him again. His skin feels soft under my palm. I grip him firmly, but tug softly. The foreskin feels soft and slippery. In contrast to the hard tissue underneath it. He smells horny and we kiss a little more.

Finally we stop. The time has come. Time to get down to business. He glances around the room. Its unfurnished. 'Where...?' he trails off. I offer him a choice. Bedroom, closer but a familiar environment. Or lounge, further away, but furniture I hadn't fucked on previously. He let me choose. I picked the lounge. Or, I grasped his cock and led him there.

It must have been a funny sight. Being a new place he didn't know where we were going. And he wanted to see everything. So he was a little behind. I led him eagerly through the kitchen, the study and to the lounge. All the while treating his cock like a a handle. It was convenient like that. And kinky too. His pants were around his ankles and he shuffled slowly along. Occasionally I'd stroke him and stare sluttily into his eyes.

We got to the lounge. He knew we had finally arrived. So he walked in and had a quick look around. His gaze landed on me and we kissed again, and began undressing each other in earnest. Shirts came off first. Then my pants. He sat down on the couch to remove his shoes and socks. Once these were off his pants fell from his ankles. I stepped towards him and gave him a deep kiss. His hand wandered and he gently fingered my slippery pussy. One finger, then two. Deep inside me. His other hand meandered up my back to my bra clips. With a smooth hand motion, he undid my bra and flicked it off. It happened so fast I got a thrill. He wanted in there. And he wanted to be in there NOW.

He's still sitting on the couch. His fingers are still inside me, teasing me to the point of excitement. I'm not yet ready to come, but I can feel my body responding hungrily to his touch. I move forward ever so slightly. He nuzzles into my breast and begins to tease it with his lips. Very slowly he begins to suck at my hard nipple. Suddenly he stops, and instead begins to nibble instead. The feeling of his teeth gently raking it makes me want to squeal. My breathing becomes deeper and more staccato. A few groans inadvertently escape my lips. I vaguely think that if he did that to my clit I'd be screaming the rafters down.

He pulls away from my nipple and slowly slides his hand out from my soaking pussy. I stand there with my eyes half closed for the smallest of moments, trying to memorise that feeling. To no avail. I swallow and open my eyes. He's so fucking hot. Sitting there, staring back at me with absolute lust in his eyes. I reach down and gently stroke his throbbing cock. I lean forward and kiss him lightly. Just a few butterfly kisses to tease him as I get down on my knees.

His cock was perfect. There's no other way to describe it. It was big. Maybe erring on the side of being too big. It was long, and thick. Smooth, and almost perfectly proportioned. The knob of his cock was maybe a bit smaller than his girth warranted, but it was made to hit the right spots. And I knew from experience that it indeed did that.

I looked up at him as I took him deep into my mouth. I sucked him, hard. Running my hand up and down the shaft as I did so. I could tell from his breathing that he loved it. His groans were purely animal in nature. I nibbled the underside of his cock, from the tip, to the base. When I got there, I gently sucked his nuts too. He began to swear in his excitement. Releasing him from my mouth, I met his eyes. 'You forgot, didn't you. You forgot how good I was at this.' A light sweat peppered his brow as he answered the affirmative. I smiled and determined to make it even more memorable.

I really went to work on his cock. Sucking and playing with him. Nibbling and stroking. He was lost, right there in that moment. He murmured something quietly. My mother always taught me not to speak with my mouth full, so I pulled away with a lazy 'mmm?'

'You worry me' he repeated.

Mistaking the intent, I asked him, 'why do you worry about me?'

'I'm worried that you're going to hurt me,' was his reply.

I considered this as I shifted position. My face bobbed from one side of his cock, over the top and to the other side, hand moving all the while. 'Its just sex. I'll be nice if you will.'

He seemed happy with that. Suddenly he stood up. I dragged my hands slowly up his legs, all the way from his calves, up the inside of his thighs. I took his cock in my mouth again, sucking gently this time. I didn't move my head. I let him thrust into my mouth with the speed and pressure that he wanted. I loved the feel of his cock slipping over my lips, the way his smooth shaft felt against my tongue. He was warm and soft, and when I sucked him I could feel him throbbing in time in my mouth.

Suddenly he pulled away. I stood too. 'I wanna fuck you from behind. ' I reached up for a quick kiss as we got into position. I put one leg up on the couch, leaning forward slightly. I felt him step up behind me, one hand on my ass. Then his cock was gently rubbing against the smooth, slippery opening to my pussy. He pushed a little, and I gave way, letting him slip deep inside.

I nearly screamed. With that position he always pushed straight into my G spot. And here he was, thrusting slowly but rhythmically into me. For a guy with such a big cock he was surprisingly gentle. I love being taken from behind. The feel of his legs pressed hard up against mine, his hands on my hips, and him linking into me is absolutely fantastic. Little ripples of pleasure ran through me, shivering under my skin with every thrust. Before long, it became difficult to breathe normally. I hung my head down, gasping and moaning.

I have no idea how long I'm there for, before he pulls away again. I sink onto the couch. This guy gives me the energy to go all night, but manages to sap my strength at the same time. He follows me. I stretch out, and as he comes in to enter me again, I slide one leg around his waist. Before he touches me though, he kisses me lightly. I'm distracted and so almost miss the sensation of him slipping between my wet slip. There is no missing him sliding into me. He fills me completely. His tongue slides around my nipple and he sucks viciously as he thrusts into me. I can feel his stomach pushing into mine. I feel every inch of my naked skin, whether its pressing against the couch, or next to his warm skin, or exposed to the cold air. And I am acutely aware that I'm tightening around his cock, which is slipping into me harder, and faster.

He pulls away. Linking his arms behind my knees, he wraps them around my thighs and drags me towards him. 'Gimme that pussy,' he growls. I laugh. For a moment. He's inside me again and the laughs quickly turn to moans. I'm beginning to come.

Abruptly he pulls away. He sits back on the couch, legs spread cock sitting straight up. 'I want you to sit on me,' he instructs. I happily oblige. After all, that cock is just begging to be ridden, sitting up, all stiff like that. I straddle him. Reaching behind me to guide his cock in. As I slide down his pole, I gasp. In this position I'm tighter than ever, and I hug him very closely. It feels fantastic. I slide up, and back down, slowly. Reveling in the sensation that his body gives mine. As I approach climax, I speed up. I begin to tingle harder, deep inside. The tiny ripples of pleasure begin to turn into waves, washing over me.

I rise one last time and when I come back down, he's not there anymore. I freeze. I look at him. He's extremely pale. 'Its come out,' I know I stated the obvious.

'I know' he replies. Nothing more is forthcoming. I reach back and grasp him. Unconsciously I begin to stroke.

'Whats going on?' I ask, confused.

'I don't wanna cum yet,' is his reply. I'm still stroking him without realising. A few moments pass.

'You gonna cum?' He swallows and gives an almost imperceptible nod. I am now in a tough position. I don't want to say or do anything to make him feel inadequate. I swing off of his lap. For half a moment he is bitterly disappointed. Then I kneel in front of him again. And I suck him as he cums. He doesn't cum hard. But he's been trying to hold it back.

When my mouth is full, I pull away and swallow. The fluid is warm and bitingly salty as it slides down the back of my throat. I look at the floor, bite back a grimace and hope he doesn't notice. I stare up at him again and rub his cock against my tits as he finishes.

He feels bad. I can see it in his face. He wanted me to cum too. I sit on the couch alongside him. He's playing with himself, trying to get ready again. I slide my hand up his thigh. 'Let me do it. I'll play with you, if you play with me,' I offer. He readily accepts. I slide around, so that I'm facing him, legs spread. One sits across his lap, and the other presses against his side.

He slides two fingers inside me again. I stroke him. Though soon he's forgotten. His fingers are pressing the right zones. I stop playing with him and lay back on the couch, inviting him to do his thing. He leans in to focus properly, fingers still deep inside. He stops moving them in the standard 'cum hither' motion, and instead starts moving them in opposite directions. One flicking forward as the other flicks back, then alternating. I've never felt anything like it in my life. I was being stimulated by two fingers, but I had the added bonus that each time his knuckles slid past each other, it felt like he was flicking me deep inside. Soon enough I'm cumming. Hard. I can't breathe properly. My back is arched and I feel like I'm going to fly right through the wall. I gather myself one last time, and meet his eyes.

It appears that he thinks I've faked it. He leans in and nibbles the inside of my knee, and I'm lost again. I shut my eyes and begin screaming in earnest. If I came hard before, then this makes it appear as nothing. I begin the descent and I beg him, 'Gimme your fingers.'

He doesn't comprehend so I ask him again. He pulls his hand out slowly and offers it to me, unsure of what I'll do. I reach out and guide it to my mouth. I suck hungrily at his fingers and see the look of shock on his face. I give him back his hand and I have to ask, 'you've never had anyone do that to you before?

'Never.'

He wasn't exactly innocent either.