That One Night

When he kissed me, my world stopped. His hand wrapped around my neck, demanding I stay there. His other hand snakes around my back, pulling me in closer. We moan in unison making me chuckle.

“Come, sit, and let me taste you deeper.” He pulls me towards the couch. Instead of me sitting, I push him down and quickly straddle him, kissing him again. His moan is low and I know he is enjoying this. I pull away, he tries to chase me but it is my turn to wrap my hand around his neck. Two can be in control. The grin on his face tells me I am in trouble. I am about to find out that everything he texted me is going to come true.

“Take your shirt off for me doll.” Fuck, I love it when he calls me that. I don’t think I ever want to be called anything else. I need more of his kissing before I reward him. That tongue of his is magic and that piercing is like sin. Another thing I can’t live without. If I fall for this man, God help me. I hungrily kiss him again, grinding slowly along his already throbbing cock. I can feel he wasn’t lying about his size and if that doesn’t make me soaked, I don’t know what will. I want to hear him moan more. I begin kissing trails down his jaw towards his ear. Gently, I nibble at first, seeing if he likes it. The shiver he does tells me he loves it. I pull his earring in with my tongue and bite hard. A gasp escapes him and that’s all I need to keep going. Still grinding on him, I aggressively suck and bit. He starts scratching my back, I moan gently in his ear making him dig harder. This isn’t just sex anymore, this is going to be a pent-up life fucking. One night might not be enough for both of us.

I pepper kisses down his neck, ever so gently. His breathing is quick, his head tilting to give me more access. Without warning, I bite hard. “You bitch. Fuck” another growl escapes me but I refuse to let go. He will remember this day for weeks to come, if not forever.

He picks me up and tosses me on the couch. Standing up, he drops his pants revealing his cock. Fuck, it looks mouth watering.

“I have been waiting all dam day for you. Now be a doll and suck it.”

Without hesitation I take his head in my mouth. The sigh that escapes him is intoxicating. I twirl my tongue around. “Fuck that feels good.” I so very slowly take more and more of him between my lips. I know I won’t be able to fit all of him in me but I’ll be dammed if I don’t try. I go as far as I can before I gag, still leaving a bit untouched. As I pull away his hand snakes in my hair. He pushes my head towards him, filling my mouth full.

“Look at me while you please me.” I don’t normally look at men while I have their cocks in my mouth, but something about his command made my eyes shot to him.

“Good girl, you love your mouth full of me don’t you?” Fuck….me. This man is going to be the death of me. He pushes more of himself into my throat and I try to relax. I want every glorious inch of him. The lust in his bright, sky blue eyes is beautiful. That’s what originally attracted me to him. I gag, unable to take more. He grabs my hair, pulls me away from him then slides back in. He repeats this motion, faster and faster. My eyes roll to the back of my head and I begin playing with myself.

He suddenly stops, pulling all of himself out, leaving me a drooling, wet mess.

“Get up doll, it’s my turn to tease you.” I try to stand, my legs already wobbly. If this is what he can do with just fucking my mouth, I am in for a very long night. He quickly bends me over the arm of the couch. I dare not move as he pulls my pants and underwear off. My pussy is already soaked and he can see it very clearly.

“Is all that sweetness for me?” I moan in affirmation.

He takes the head of his cock and rubs himself up and down. My breath becomes ragged. I don’t just want him inside of me, I need him inside of me. I have never been so turned on in my life and I think only he can satisfy me. As if he read my thoughts he pushes the head of his cock into me, but stops. I wiggle and whine but he doesn’t move.

“Not here, I want to tease you some more.” He pulls out, and lifts me, guiding me to him bed. I sit on it and he pulls out a blindfold from his knight stand. Carefully he places it on me. He gently kisses me, pushing me to lay down. This kiss is slower, no lust, no heat, just feeling. He wants me to feel him there, not see him. His hand grabs my one wrist and pulls it up. I feel a soft fabric wrap around it and tighten. He does the same to the other and I realize, I can’t move. I am completely and totally under his control.

His lips move to my neck, slowly and so lightly grazing my skin. Unable to hold him I whimper. His kisses are mercilessly teasing as he makes his way down my body. Spreading my legs with his hands I sigh as release will soon come. But I am sorely mistaken. He begins kissing my inner thigh, moving away from where I so desperately want him. He kisses and licks up to my knee, then comes back. The tension builds as he gets closer, and before he touches where my body craves him, he switches legs.

I can’t think, I can’t breath. This teasing is killing me. The release, if I ever get it, will be nothing like I ever felt. As he kisses inward he stops on a spot on my thigh and, without warning, bites and hard. A scream rips from me. It is a mix of pain and pleasure. Finally something other than gentle kisses. He bites harder, and I know that is going to leave one hell of a hickey.

He releases and chuckles, I can only assuming admiring his work. My mind is spinning. His hands spread my legs wider and ever so lightly he flicks my clit with his tongue. He takes his tongue again and licks all the way up.

“You taste amazing doll. Even better than I imagined.” I arch myself towards him. I demand more from him. If this is all I get all night so be it but god dam that piercing sends shock waves through my spine. The sudden dive into me with force had me arching. Finally, some form of release. Just like he said, he was going to eat like he was a starving man. My moans grow louder and louder, his pace picking up as my orgasm nears. I am so close, just a little more.

He stops, panting. He replaces his lips with his fingers, the pace just as wicked. The liquid pouring out of me will surely leave a huge mess, at this moment though, I don’t think either of us cares. His gently nibbles my clit sending me over. A few more thrusts and I am climaxing. My back fully arches and he catches me, keeping me on my roll. As the climax slows, I can finally breath. I don’t know if I can go again. If that’s what he can do with his fingers, how will his cock feel. His kiss surprises me. The taste of me on his lips makes me melt. Everything about this man is wrong but feels absolutely amazing.

He un-ties me and immediately my hands are all over him, I need to feel him. At some point he took his cloths off which allows me free access to every part of him. My hand wanders down to his cock and love how it feels in my hand. I gently begin to pump pulling a deep moan from him. It doesn’t take long before he settles between me. Our kiss doesn’t break as he slowly enters me. A sigh leaves both of us. He goes slowly to allow me to adjust to him. When he is fully in me he stops. Pulling away he smiles at me, pulls out a bit then slams into me. He pulls out a little further again and slams again.

“Fuck, yes, keep going.” I never want him to stop, I want him again and again. Leaning back, he grabs on to my hips and thrusts into me like I begged him to. I claw at anything and everything I can get a hold of. It’s not long before I’m cumming again. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow. I lose myself into the rhythm. He stops only for a minute. He wraps his arms behind me pulling me in closer. He starts moving slowly, making me miss the relentless fucking he was doing but enjoying the warmth of his body. His pace quickens but not as violent as before. His lips find mine in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring me mouth. His grunting and moan tells me he’s close. My arms wrap around his neck, his pace slowly slightly. Although I needed this man to fuck my thoughts from my mind, this slow pace is making me crave him more.

He stops the kiss to whisper my name as he comes undone in me. My world freezes. I have never had a man moan my name in bed let alone when he comes. My orgasm is the most intense I have ever had. I will do anything to hear my name roll from him lips again.

Our breathing is the only noise now. Carefully he pulls out of me and falls to my side. I pull off the blind fold and smile. He is as much as an unrivaled, sweaty mess as me and I love it. He pulls me in close and kisses my head. We don’t exchange words for a while, enjoying the company and quiet. The meow of the cat reminds us we should probably get up and clean up. It doesn’t take long in the shower before he is bending me over and taking me again. He takes me again after the shower, and one more time before we fall asleep, but not before I fall for him.