I knew he was coming over to my place only for sex. I wasn't naïve enough to think he wanted a long-term relationship. But in the bedroom, we were extremely well matched. The anticipation of our tryst had been building for weeks. Finally, we were able to meet. And he was due any minute.
Adam didn't like any fussiness when it came to sex. So I didn't bother with candles, lingerie, or soft music. I pressed play on my Ipod, which began to shuffle my rock playlist. I dimmed the lights in the bedroom until the room was nearly dark, but not quite. The scene was set.
I was dressed in a simple body-hugging black tank and matching boyshorts. My long copper hair was loose and flowing down my back. I didn't bother with a bra to frame my size B breasts. I didn't want to ruin another bra due to our sex play. Adam wasn't exactly gentle, and had been known to rip and tear clothing in his haste.
I settled down on the couch to wait for him. And I started to worry. What if he didn't show up? Would it be awkward between us? These no-strings-attached rendezvous were lovely, but sometimes both parties felt the need for small talk, and awkward silences ruined the moment.
The doorbell rang loudly, startling me out of my seat. I rushed to the door and threw the deadbolt. Adam stood on the other side of the door, hands in his pockets and a crooked grin on his face.
"Come on in," I said, gesturing to the living room behind me. God, he looked yummy. He was casually dressed in jeans and a scarlet T-shirt. I closed the door and leaned against it, taking in the sight of him. But instead of strolling into the room as I expected, he quickly whirled on me and set his lips on mine.
He thrust his fingers into my hair as he held my face in his hands. His mouth crushed into mine with a ferocity that took my breath away. I wasn't frightened exactly, just surprised. Pleasantly. The anticipation of our tryst had already turned me on, but now I felt my juices flowing and my pussy started to twitch as he pushed my mouth open with his tongue.
Adam took a deep breath as he pulled away. "I need you now," he panted. I didn't have time to respond before he resumed his exploration of my mouth. His rough hands raked up my thighs and hips before he pushed up my top, seeking my breasts. I let my head fall back against the door as he brought his lips down to one nipple, swirling his tongue around the tight bud. He squeezed the tip between his thumb and forefinger and pulled slightly, making me moan with pleasure. His hands and mouth alternated from one breast to the other, kissing, sucking, and teasing me. If he kept this up, I might climax from the breast play alone.
I grabbed his head and pulled him up to standing. I reached down between us to his belt, which I started to undo. But he reached around to my ass and lifted me off the ground, grinding me directly into the hard ridge that had formed behind his zipper. I wrapped my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me to the bedroom, throwing me to the plush bed as he pulled his jeans off.
He stood at the foot of my bed, in his tightly fitting boxer briefs and T-shirt, staring at me with hunger in his eyes. His eyes darkened as he surveyed my body. I desperately wanted his touch, but my heart was beating out of control. I began to scoot back on the bed, trying to put a little distance between us so I could catch my breath. He began stalking towards me, like a predator with its prey. He crawled slowly onto the bed, and then over me, forcing me back down. He kissed my neck slowly, breathing hotly in my ear. He reached down between us and he cupped his hand directly over my mound. He began to press and knead his palm into me, his fingers slipping between my folds even through my panties. I growled at him, desperately pulling at his shirt. I wanted him naked so I could see all of him.
