Driving back to his place took no longer than five minutes, but the thoughts that raced through her mind in that short journey were some that would have nicely filled a dirty paperback. Pulling up on the driveway she hadn’t expected to see him right away and instead had imagined walking up to the door and stepping inside to see him; but there he was, already opening her car door.
She followed him down the path and into the house, her heart beating slightly faster than it should be; wondering how this was going to happen – what was the etiquette here? They both knew she’d come back so he could kiss her….
Standing there inside the lounge, she immediately registered his change of clothing. Dressed in a tightly fitted grey singlet, she was instantly captivated by those shoulders, those arms, that chest. Two words popped into her mind; ‘real man’. She struggled to hold back, imagining herself walking over to him and taking him in every way she’d pictured. Instead she tried hard to erase the sinful thoughts from her mind. She could see that he also wondered how they should go about it. Should he simply walk over and kiss her….?
They sat down on the couch together and she instantly allowed her body language to show him she was ready as soon as he was. Leaning back away from her, yet staring in her direction as they chatted; she hungrily examined him and fully outlined his body with her eyes. Her mind continued to race, thinking, ‘he really has the perfect real man’s body….tall and broad, toned and muscular but at the same time, not too much…with just the perfect amount of flesh, not too skinny.’ Fuck, she was aching to put her hands on him. Then, he lifted his right arm up behind his head as she became more than a little distracted with what she was seeing – those arms, seeing the pale underside, shadowed by the deep golden tan from above. She caught herself, realising she would need to explain as she looked back into his eyes, with no idea what he’d just said. ‘Oh, sorry!’ she said, embarrassed. He laughed and told her he knew she wasn’t listening and at that point she revealed the truth, saying ‘I was actually quite distracted by your arms…’
He showed her around his place and she followed him, listening politely as he spoke about his plans to renovate……but there was only one thing on her mind – the thought of his cock inside her. Walking into the garden, the night was suitably dark and balmy and the air was laced with anticipation. Towering more than a foot above her, she absorbed how deliciously masculine he really was; although still yet seemingly oblivious to this openly horny creature at his side. She stood wrongly close to him; gazing upwards and he smiled down at her, then turned away and maintained his talk. Standing next to him with both her hands in her back pockets, she tilted her head down and gently pushed her nose into the side of his arm – that arm; running it all the way up and over the contours, finishing by glaring directly into his deep set eyes…something he could not ignore.
As he was smiling down at her she wondered, ‘is now the time?’ The air was unmistakably still and as he leaned in to kiss her, she instantly immersed herself in the moment; relishing the eternity of that second before his lips met hers.
His face moved close towards her and as it did, she registered the subtle change in his expression; she observed him accepting her…fully accepting her. In what appeared to take place in slow motion, he pulled her into him – slowly, firmly, intensely and before she had a moment to recognise him, his lust-filled mouth was all over hers.
The way he kissed her is the way a man should – always kiss a woman.
He held her tight, kissing her, bracing her, running his hands around and down her back and across her shoulder blades; his warm, perfectly moist mouth discovering her for the very first time. Exploring her body, his strong hands travelled lower, moving down over her little fat bum, feeling it all through her skin-tight jeans. He pulled her up and into him, so hard that her toes would hover lightly over the ground as he fully owned her with his mouth, with his arms and his whole body.
Slowly his lips moved across hers, wetting her mouth softly with the tip of his tongue. Between her legs, she knew how wet she was. He continued squeezing her body into his, most often her feet were completely off the ground. In that moment, she thought about how he was dominating her, dominating her in the most erotically sensual way possible.
Then, somehow he swiftly lifted her into the air as though she weighed nothing at all and suddenly, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist and she was there above, staring back down at him. Immersed in his aesthetically perfect face, she leaned down to indulge on those lips just a little more.
Releasing her, she slid down his body and she realised he was – hard. As they continued to kiss, she felt him as he gently thrust into her. She wanted to touch him everywhere, to touch him there – curious to know, ‘was he proportional?’ Being only half-way discreet, she rubbed her thumb knuckle up and down his hard shaft through his denim shorts…this took her excitement to another level….
He picked her up and released her many more times; she enjoyed the feeling of their bodies held so closely together. Then, whilst he held her up in the air, he walked her back into the house, still holding her that way around his hips, before slowly releasing her onto the floor in the lounge. She glared back up at him, with that look and he knew what she was asking for. He said, ‘oh, I don’t want to do this to you tonight….it’s not fair on you…’ She asked, ‘what do you think isn’t fair about it?’ True to his character he remarked on how he wanted to ‘treat her right’. She replied with, ‘and what if I don’t want you to treat me right…?’ The look in his eye at that moment was one of sheer turmoil, struggling to suppress his Neanderthal instinct of physically violating her – immediately and at the same time wondering whether it would be better to wait, if it’s worth waiting to see if there was something ‘more’…
As they talked, he described how she made him ‘feel like a teenager’. She giggled and she said ‘you you know you’re probably right, perhaps it would ruin it if we did go there tonight…’ He replied, ‘I think it would….’ It wasn’t the answer she’d hoped to hear….
Returning to the couch, she could see the conflict in his face and decided this was her chance to sway him. Staring directly into his eyes, she asked, ‘so what do you want to do to me….? He reacted with a big ‘gulp’…as he said how he didn’t know whether to say or not. She told him how if she wasn’t interested in his answer, then she wouldn’t have asked. She knew he was still unsure, afterall he didn’t know her very well….but one thing was certain – physically, they connected. After a prolonged silence, she asked, ‘shall I say it for you?’ Which seemed to ignite the animal in him…
He began by quietly saying how the things he already wanted to do to her, were now magnified after she’d asked him that question. ‘Go on…’ she encouraged. He kissed her and stroked her body, articulating such perfectly descriptive sentences, explaining where he imagined his hands would be….all over her body, up and around her breasts. In-between his kisses, he groaned his desires…
She was changing…becoming increasingly inspired as his words painted an indulgent scene. She told him how she was becoming really hot in the pants she was wearing and how she wished she hadn’t worn them. His reaction; ‘my God, YOU in THOSE pants…’ and continued to express appreciation for her arse, her legs and her feet…
He told her even more how he’d enjoyed the evening and that it wasn’t just her looks, but it was everything…even down to ‘the way she moved’. Then, just as she thought he couldn’t top it he said ‘I love the way you talk, I love the way it sounds….but then when you listen to the words that actually come out, it’s like, wow – there’s so much fire and charm….’ A line she’d struggle to ever forget.
It would have been irresponsible to drive and so she’d told him she would need to stay (she was glad to have an excuse). She asked him, ‘Do you want to give me something to sleep in….or….not?’ After fumbling through his clothes, he decided on giving her the T-shirt she’d complimented him on the first night they’d met. As she changed into it, she purposely made sure he caught glimpses of her…
Moving towards her, he took her in his kiss once more. Falling onto the bed together, he rolled onto her slightly, his lips never leaving hers and finally…she felt the weight of him on her, something she’d been longing for all night. She was already beyond the feeling of being in that place….