I gave it just a few moments before agreeing to his proposal.
A couple of bottles of wine later, we were getting to know each other as the heavy rain bounced off the roof. Somehow, the conversation turned to sex and dry-spells. When I saw the look in Mr. Anderson's eye and the ever-growing bulge in his pants, I knew we both wanted each other.
"Wow," I uttered in surprise as he lifted me from the couch and carried me to the master bedroom. He laid me on the bed, leaning over to kiss me gently on the lips.
"I don't want it gentle," I told him when he came up for air.
"Perfect," came his sultry reply.
He grabbed my shirt and pulled me up. Before I can react, he had my shirt over my head and was working on my belt buckle. I gladly assisted and shimmied out of my jeans. As I threw them to the floor, I saw Mr. Anderson stripping off from the corner of my eye.
He very quickly joined me on the queen-size bed, and I took an unabashed lustful look at his glorious body. We laid on our sides, facing each other. Our bodies, with all their flaws and beauty, on display. As he looked me in the eye, he trailed his hand up my leg, hip, back, before finally resting on my neck.
His hand rested on my neck for just a second, before he pulled me in for a deep, longing kiss. I smelt a slight hint of cologne when he went in for the kiss. Which? I have no idea. But somehow, the scent was perfect at this moment.
"Your tits are fucking incredible, Arielle," he said when we broke free from the kiss.
"You're more than welcome to show your appreciation," I said teasingly. Mr. Anderson didn't need to be told twice!
He pushed me onto my back and started to suck on my nipples gently. A soft moan purred out of me as he lavished attention on my breasts. He was cupping them, nibbling and biting my nipples. He took particular care to give each tit adequate attention. Mr. Anderson was a guy who knew the value of foreplay.
He continued his exploration of my body and left a trail of kisses. One kiss under my breast. Another just above my belly button ring. Further and further, he descended until he got to my inner thighs.
I opened my legs wider for him and grabbed the back of his head. I ran my fingers through his soft dark hair as he kisses drew nearer to my pussy.
My grip on his hair tightened as he started to lick my clit.
"You have such a tasty tight cunt," he murmured. Before I could even reply, he started to eat me out. His tongue went back and forth, tracing circles around my pussy lips and plunging deep into my cunt. Every time I got used to what his tongue was doing, he switched it up on me - keeping my senses and excitement heightened.
An unrestrained groan escaped me as he pushed two fingers inside of me. I pulled his head closer and couldn't help but grind against his fingers and mouth. I reached down with one hand to rub my clit while Mr. Anderson devoured me.
The pleasures that were running through my body was unreal. I struggled to keep it down. But we were forced to keep silent, so we didn't wake his kid. We both knew this was taboo. Illicit.
He moved my fingers from my clit and lightly bit my clit. Oh, that was certainly a new sensation! I nearly bucked, but he held me down with one hand. When a third finger entered me, and his continued nibbling on my clit, I just couldn't help it anymore.
