Gillian was still shaking as she sat down on the couch. Her thoughts were all over the place. Having to fight back tears, she assured Davey that she was ok.
Her orgasm had been so powerful it had shaken her to her core. She looked over at the soaked floor and felt a little embarrassed.
"Oh God, i shouldn't have come back here, Davey, this is bad," she whispered in a shaky voice.
He took her hand and tried to comfort her a little, realising she was quite shaken up by everything. Forcing a smile, she tried to feel reassured at his kind words. It took her a few minutes to compose herself. In the forefront of her mind, she knew she should not be here.
Her phone was on the counter, her boyfriend's texts unanswered. Guilt and anxiety almost overwhelmed her.
Somehow, Davey knew the right things to say. He seemed to really care about her feelings, not just getting her to carry on having fun with him. Fetching a couple of glasses of water from the kitchenette, he came back over, shutting the curtains, before he sat back down with her.
As he held her hand, she relaxed a little. It had been a whirlwind tonight, totally catching her off guard. Sitting there naked on the couch with Davey, she knew she could not go back to her old life again, and pass this off as a one-time mistake.
She had wanted this, thought about it for months, thought about it as she dressed to come out tonight. It wasn't some off the cuff drunken moment of madness. The last half hour had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of her life.
Davey clearly felt the same, as he was anxious to assure her that this was not a one-night stand sex thing for him. They both had been thinking about each other ever since 'Kalymnos'.
Gillian squeezed his hand as they both talked and finished drinking the refreshing water that he had brought them. He seemed to have a way with words that resonated with her, even when she was anxious.
The heady rush of the initial sexual connection had calmed down a bit, giving her a chance to take the whole thing in.
Anxiety from her situation apart, she felt good that she was here holding Davey's hand. Being naked with him felt natural, and as she looked at his strong muscular body, she tingled inside.
As they talked and held hands, Davey began lightly stroking her right thigh. It felt nice to have his touch on her. He was tactile and gentle with her, though at the same time his strong and powerful body lit a fire in her, deep inside. At one point they stopped and looked at each other and he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She reciprocated and returned the kiss.
Soon their lips were locked, tongues entwined. He moved his hand to her side, caressing her hipbone as he held her close. Her breasts pushed against his strong chest, her hard nipples on his smooth skin. His erect cock bumped off her arm as she stroked his ribcage, tracing her fingers over the rippled six pack of muscle. He felt so good.
"C'mon," said Davey, as he broke off the kiss and got up. She took his hand as he led her up off the couch and across the lounge to the small hallway. His huge cock was rock hard, sticking up as he walked. She grinned as she took his fabulous body in.
Opening the first door, he hit the light and led her into the bedroom. It was a decent size and surprisingly clean for a guy living on his own. She immediately liked the light grey walls and minimalist furniture. There was a fitted wardrobe with a mirrored door along one wall; as well as the same floor to ceiling windows as in the lounge.
He had some lovely framed black and white photos of a mountain range on one wall and a Kandinsky print on the other. Some wicker baskets for clothes sat in one of the corners along with 4 weights that he must use as part of his fitness regimen.
The generous sized double bed was carefully made up like you would expect of housekeeping in a hotel. Davey was clearly a very neat guy, and liked order in his life.
He walked over to the window, giving Gill a fantastic view of his taut bum. Shutting the curtains, he turned to her, naked and still rock hard.
Gill got up onto the bed, kneeling, naked on the mattress. Within a couple of seconds Davey joined her on the bed, taking her into his arms kissing her..
She ran her hands slowly over his muscular thighs, as he cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples. Their kisses were feverish. it was as if they couldn't get close enough to one another.
She could feel him pressing against her belly. Cupping his balls, she couldn't help herself, and whispered in his ear, "I want you."
"I want to fuck you all night," he replied, urgently. She gasped "Yes," as he kissed her neck. Moving one hand down over her smooth flat stomach, he started rubbing her clit.
Gripping his bum with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, she continued kissing him hard.
If felt so good as he worked his fingers sensitively teasing around her clitoral hood. Waves of pleasure washed over her whole body.
Moving his fingers off her clit she felt them quickly push deep into her pussy, probing her vaginal walls. His two fingers soon pressed on the roof where her g-spot was.
Davey really started to move his fingers deep inside her as she moaned. With his other hand he pinched her hard right nipple, tweaking it, before circling her areola with his fingertip.
All the while they kept kissing passionately. Gillian closed her eyes in exquisite pleasure.
Removing his left hand from her nipple; he wrapped his left arm around her torso, holding her strongly as he continued to finger her.
"Yes, yes" she cried out.
At that, he switched things up and suddenly fingered her really hard again, like he had done next door; the "wap, wap, wap" wet noise of her pussy echoing around the four walls of the bedroom.
Pussy juice started spraying all over the light blue bedsheets creating a wet arterial pattern.
Davey was relentless, working her pussy hard and fast as she cried out in intense sexual pleasure, willing him on. The soaking wet noise of her pussy competing with her cries of arousal.
"Gonna fuck your pussy like its never been fucked before" he grunted, deeply.
Gill cried out breaking off their kissing. "Yes, Davey, yes," she gasped.
He pushed her back onto the cream coloured pillows as she quickly slid her long legs out from under herself.
With her now lying on her back, he knelt between her spread wide thighs, her pussy visibly dripping down on to the blue sheets. She saw him pump his cock blatantly at the sight.
Driving two fingers into her again, he worked her soaking pussy as she bucked her hips up to meet him, crying out loudly.
"Oh God, Davey please, fuck me"
"Are you sure Gill?"
"Yes, Davey, please'" she begged.
"Do you have condoms, Davey?" she gasped as she lay on her back.
"Yes, of course, Gillian...you want me to wear one?"
"Uh, yes, i think so, yes," she stammered.
Davey stopped and reached over her into the bedside drawer. He rummaged around for a few seconds, and pulled out a black and gold cardboard box, shaking out a loose gold foil condom wrapper.
"Here," he handed it to Gill.
"Do you want to put it on for me, Gill?"
She took the wrapper in her hand, sitting up a bit against the pillows, in order to get a proper hold of it. Examining the black writing she saw Magnum XL printed on it and giggled.
