There was no hesitation. He kissed her just as he said he would. His tongue flicking over hers, his soft lips hungry for hers. Gentle and firm, and he pulled away just when she wanted more. She felt her legs part instinctively. She tried to compose herself, frustrated that her body would give her away so easily. But all she wanted in that moment was to feel him up against her.
She managed to mutter, "Can I help you bring anything in?" Flashback to Dirty Dancing and the watermelon scene, as he handed her some wine. She felt like the most vanilla woman on the planet, despite their racy conversations. As she walked in, she could feel the wetness on her thighs as they glided back and forth. She tried to hide it, but her hands were full and it was futile.
They got into the elevator, and without missing a step, his hands were under her skirt as his tongue once again invaded her mouth. She could only moan, and wanted only to offer him every inch of her body. "You're so wet" he growled. And her legs once again opened, allowing him to slip his fingers inside. The feeling was exquisite and the thought of the doors opening to bystanders in such a wanton moment made her moan again. He smirked. That fucking smirk. The look that could get him anything he'd want. All she could think was "oh shit, I'm in trouble now."
He opened the door and she tried her best to remain upright, albeit sexy, as his hand grazed the small of her back. "He's touching me, " she thought. "I'm really having a rendezvous with this man I barely know, but I feel like I've known for a lifetime." Her mind was swirling. He turned her around to face him and she stopped to really get a good look at the eyes she looked into so many times in pictures. He smelled marvelous. Tasted even better. She could see the crinkles around his eyes, the golden flecks in them. She wanted to reach for his face and just stare for hours. Fuck! He was so gorgeous. She had never been so attracted to anyone in her life the way she was to him. It made her blush, smile, and in a way feel inadequate. He should be with someone more beautiful. "Why is he here with me?"she thought.
He started to take off her top. She both wanted it and not. At least clothes hid the imperfections. But all was forgotten as he unclasped her bra and her breasts felt the cool air. He reached down and grasped them. Licking gently at first, then nibbling each. Finally pinching harder until she nearly begged for him to fuck her hard. She wanted his tongue everywhere on her body. She reached down and found his hardness through the slacks he had on. She was stunned. She had never felt someone so hard, and wondered if she was actually feeling him or something in his pockets. His moan made her realize she found the gift he was about to give her.
She fumbled with the buttons of his dress shirt. Stupid little buttons! What if she just ripped his shirt off? No, she could barely breathe. Where would she muster that strength? He smirked again and she melted. The buttons came so easily to him. She giggled inwardly. "Like me." She thought. She had nearly came several times in the last few minutes. His chest was perfect. She pressed her naked breasts against him and her body bucked. At this point she didn't even care. She knew what she wanted, shy or not.
His hands reached around and found her ass. He squeezed her with each hand, parting her lips in the process. The feeling of the air on her spread pussy was an infuriating hunger. She needed him to be inside of her. She reached for his zipper, and unfastened his pants. She could see the giant bulge in his boxers. "Oh my goodness." She breathed. He kissed her deeply as she took him in her hands. The fabric hid nothing, but she also craved the bareness of his flesh.
He directed her to the bed. She sat down and he gently pushed her back. Then in one swoop, pulled her toward him. He teased her for a moment, rubbing the head of his cock on her wet lips. "Please..." she couldn't even finish the request. He let the head of his cock enter her, and closed his eyes as she immediately clenched down on him. Pulling back out was almost painful for her. Nothing had ever felt so good, and the absence of even the tip of him was frustrating and created a hunger in her that she didn't even know existed.
Facing her, he watched himself enter her, closed his eyes, then watched her eyes as he fucked her with his beautiful cock. She had never had someone so thick inside of her. The feeling of fullness made her cum so readily. She wanted to scream,but was so spent that it was a muffled cry. He plunged into her warm wetness, deeper and deeper. She spread her legs more, wanting to feel every inch of him inside of her as she offered him her body.
As if the arousal wasn't enough, he actually became harder as their bodies moved together. Finally, she felt his spasms match her own until he flooded her with his creamy explosion. She loved the feeling of being filled and sore. And wanted to experience it again and again. With him.
