We leave the cafe where we had a lunch together. And before he came, I drank several glasses of Grüner Veltliner. I had to because he makes me nervous. He's exactly my type. Damn, I hate it. I truly want him.
We've been sitting next to each other for the last hour, talking like two completely normal people, but his presence excites me even without him touching me in any way. My panties are wet from how perfect he is.
And now here we are standing in front of the cafe alone. It's slightly raining.
He looks at me. His eyes, damn it! I feel like he can see right through me.
THAT smile brings me to my knees. I've never experienced this before. I feel like a little girl next to him, like a teenager who will just giggle to his speech. I'm done, fuck. Seriously? Put yourself together! And at the same time, I would like him to watch me in his office, on his desk, so that for the next few days, every time I move, I would know that he was inside me.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked. Damn, damn, do I look so thoughtful?
"Just an average kinky stuff, nothing out of the ordinary," yes, I'm also being truthful.
His smile again. My legs are made of jelly.
We gradually approach each other. Like nothing. We're almost touching. We look at each other, there is an awkward silence between us. Tense silence. Sparkling tense silence.
Damn, I want to know if I have the same effect on him as he has on me. That my panties are pulling down to my ankles under his gaze. That it makes my cheeks burn and my nipples harden.
He suddenly raises his hand, slips his fingers into my hair on the top of my head, and pulls me close. All within a second. He surprises me. I thought I would have to take that step all by myself. But no, I already have his lips on mine. For the past few days, maybe weeks, I have craved nothing more than physical contact with HIM. He has perfect lips. At first he checks to see if he screwed up, but when he feels that I don't pull him away and return the kiss, he increases the intensity and kisses me like he can never kiss me again. We huddle together in this bloody English weather. Damn, I love kissing him so much. His tongue in my mouth, his hands in my hair, the lust! Damn!
I don't want to break it, I want to kiss him forever!
He pulls away, panting, resting his forehead against mine. We both catch our breath. Guess what it does to me? This is how chemistry really works...
He breaks the silence: "Evening, when you're done, can I stop by?"
I pull away and look into his eyes. I can see in them that he is determined. He looks straight ahead. Damn, seriously?! He won't just stick to my fantasy that I'm sleeping with him, that he'll do it with his mouth and everything! What?!?
I nod my head, saying nothing. My head is a total mess. He smiles, “Okay, evening. Then please send me the address, okay?'
"I'll send..." I reply.
We stand on the street and smile at each other like two fools.
"Bye for now," I say, stroking his arm with my free hand and turning to leave. I mustn't pretend I was so thrown by that kiss. I'm fucked. I'm leaving for the subway.
...
The doorbell rings. I wince, I'm on edge. Excited already, even at the thought that something will happen. I let him into the house, he runs up the stairs after me and is already hugging and kissing me. Damn, it's all happening so fast. I'll kick the door to at least close it! I have a feeling we won't be quiet today!
He kisses me, hands in my hair, on my body, everywhere! His tongue in my mouth. Love it! When he pulls back for a second to remove my shirt, his breathing is ragged and eager. We caress each other, I stroke him everywhere I can reach. I tear his clothes off, I need to feel him on my body. The glasses were thrown away. He presses himself to me and I can damn well feel him, I'm sure he wants me! His cock, still in his pants, presses against my crotch. He leans his body weight against me to the front door.
We're still kissing like we're deprived of our senses. It tastes so perfect...
I tear his clothes off. He probably doesn't have a lot of buttons left on his shirt, but I honestly don't care. I need to feel him on me. And in myself! My crotch is incredibly wet, my legs are breaking and shaking, my panties are wet as well... he grabs top of my trousers, unbuttons them, pulls them down while we're still kissing. God, it tastes perfect! I grab him by the belt of his pants and in an instant he has them undone and his pants the next moment. When he pulls my pants down, he takes my lace panties with them. He kneels down and starts kissing me on my mons pubis first…
"Damn, you smell exactly like I imagined!" he growls... I'm done! I like his lips on my smooth soft skin. I lift my right leg and place it on his shoulder to give him better access to me. His hands caress my thighs. He squeezes my ass and a wave of excitement runs through me.
I wince as he starts kissing my labia at first. He is uncompromising. He doesn't even give me a moment to breathe and in regular movements he licks and sucks me. I lean back and take a deep breath as I have his tongue right where I've wanted it for weeks now. I press his head to my crotch and I can definitely feel that he likes doing this with his mouth. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!
I've never been so wildly excited so quickly. It is clear that this is not the first time he has done this. He kisses, teases, sucks, doesn't let me get away. I have a feeling I won't last that long. Damn, that divine feeling of orgasm is coming. And it will be brutal! I'm so turned on that he must have his cheeks phenomenally wet from me!
"More, more, more.. there, right there!"...
He inserts one finger into me first and then two fingers during the next penetration. Damn, I can't think. The only thing running through my mind is his tongue on my clit, his fingers sliding into me regularly... Swallowing me. I'm so fucking close, I cannot hold it anymore.
"Fuck, I'm cumming!!" I let out a guttural moan as soon as I do. Black in front of my eyes and an incredibly intense feeling of the most damn orgasm that is going through my whole body right now. I'm pulsating. I press him to my body. Eyes closed, head tilted back. I'm moving. I'm holding him. I'm flowing. Oh my fucking God!
It takes me a few seconds to realize where I am and what have just happened. He's still kissing me down there and swallowing every pulse of mine. Damn, that's so sexy!
He looks up at me, pulls away and wipes his mouth with his hand. He drops my leg off his shoulder, gets back on his feet and starts kissing my lips. He tastes like me. Goddamn!
He pulls his lips away from mine and grunts, "you were right, you taste like hell when you cum!"
He kisses me. Urgently. It tastes perfect. He lowers his head and kisses my right breast along the black lace of my bra. His hands travel from my hips and he takes my breasts in his hands and squeezes them. I sigh. My body reacts again as if it hasn't just had an orgasm. I need to touch it, but my head don't cooperate. I'm still limp from my last orgasm and somehow I'm not coordinating my movements. He reaches behind my back and my bra quickly follows the rest of the clothes on the floor. I stand in front of him naked. Oh my god! He steps away from me. His gaze travels from my breasts, across my stomach to my lap. He looks all over me, devouring every part of my body with his gaze.
I suddenly feel uneasy, ashamed. I don't know what a guy like him can see in me. I close my eyes because I can't bare it. I hate the feeling of this exposed nudity and being ashamed of my imperfect body.
"Open them, I want you to look at me," I open my eyes and the only thing that catches my eye is the bulge in his pants. Fuck! I want to touch him and have him inside me.
I'm determined. I approach him and start kissing him urgently. I need to be with him, not look at him. I push him against the bed with my body and as soon as his feet hit the bed frame I bend down and remove the rest of his clothes. There is a pile of his unzipped pants and shorts on the floor within a moment. Damn, he's perfect! I touch him all over but skip his cock.
I kneel down.
I look up to see his hopeful expression. Yeah boy, you're mine now!
I kiss his groin first, moving on to the root of his cock. That's how I torture myself even more! I lick him from the root to the tip of his cock. I slide it between my lips and lick it. He flinches. Damn, that feels beyond every belief! The desire makes my nipples hard.
I circle around his tip with my tongue.
"Please!" he moans. I smile.
I slide it deep into my mouth. He lets out a deep breath... "yeah, damn, right there!"
I like that, it's all mine now! I let it slide out and put it between my lips again. It tastes divine! This is exactly what I've been craving for so long.
He moans heavily.
He grabs my head with his free hand and weaves his fingers through my hair, helping me with the rhythm. I feel myself getting wet again from giving the pleasure. This seriously doesn't leave me ice cold.
As he slides between my lips, I tease his balls with my hand, he's in my palm and I can tell he likes it by the way he sighs.
"Please, more!" he growls.
I pull it out of my mouth and stand up. In the most excited state the world has ever seen, he looks at me in a horror. I am smiling. I press my palm against his chest and he sits up on the bed, staggering. I kneel over him. I kiss him. Our tastes are mixed. OMG!!
It's here. He grabs my hips and I guide him to my entrance with my hand and slowly lower myself onto him as we both sigh. I'm so wet it doesn't rub anywhere. Holy shit, THIS is the most perfect feeling!
We both moan as he fills me. I'm fully seated. Down to the root. I am amazed by it all. Desire and lust around us. It's deep inside me. Body to body.
"Yeah fuck that's it!!!" he growls. Damn, we can't last much longer!
He has no idea how much I want him.
He kisses my neck. One of his hands is gripping my hips, the other is holding my breast, it fits perfectly in his palm. He teases the nipple with his thumb, which hardens under his touch and demands more. I do not understand. I stroke him wherever I can reach. There isn't a part of his body I don't want to touch.
I start moving on him.
Forward and backward.
Such a swinging samba movement of my pelvis. This is exactly the moment when I thank God for the brilliant idea to start competitive Latin American dances. It taught me one hell of amazing pelvic moves.
And every time I move forward, I also rub my clitoris against his pubic bone. It's swollen from the orgasm I've just experienced and also from the one I'm about to reach. Damn it!
I don't even know where his hands are, if they are in my hair, on my sweaty back, on my chest, squeezing and teasing my nipples, or helping me thrusting. I feel like they are everywhere!
Forward and back again.
I keep kissing him, I can't get enough of him. Our tongues are intertwined. This cannot be more damn good!
I can't concentrate on what any part of my body is doing.
I force him to lie down by pressing my palm against his chest. With my hands resting on his chest, I continue to push and slide on his cock. Forward and backward. Forward backward. I can feel him getting harder and harder inside me. He helps me move with his hands by holding the front spine of my pelvis.
Forward backward.
I close my eyes and tilt my head as the pleasure is already truly unbearable.
In that moment I feel his hand on my pubic bone with his thumb on my clit. Shit, he squeezes it, runs over it in a regular rhythm. Damn it, keep it up! My head is a complete mess as to how it is fucking even possible for my body to react so intensely so soon after my first climax.
Eyes closed, head tilted back, enjoying the growing sensation of another orgasm in my lower abdomen, legs, everywhere. We're both moaning like crazy.
Forward backward.
With a clouded mind, I perceive how he slides out of me, how he grabs me and roll me under him. He lifts my leg, I feel that I'm on my side. He crashes into me vigorously. Fuck, fuck, fuck!!!!
I cannot anymore. I can't stand this! I hardly moan.
He's holding me. He doesn't give me room to move and pushes me. Furiously. Frantically. Deprived of his senses. His thumb on my clit again.
A thrust.
I don't know who I am, where I am.
Another thrust.
"Come for me!" he growls through clenched teeth.
Another deep thrust. He heavily squeezes my clit with his thumb.
The intensity of the approaching orgasm is unbearable. That will probably tear me in half. There is no way there is life after this orgasm.
I feel my body arch and an electric current runs through my entire body from my lower abdomen and brutally intense pleasure as I reach the top. Fuck, fuck, yes!
I cum. I let out a loud moan.
I'm in an orgasm, my body is shaking. Shivering. Black before the eyes. I can't do anything. I'm dying. The body falls apart, it hurts with pleasure, tingles in the limbs, and the vaginal muscles tighten around his cock.
In the distance, I perceive how he rams it deep into me and freezes violently.
"Fuck it!" he lets out a throaty breath as he climaxes. His cock pulsates inside me as he squirts into me, filling me with his cum. I open my eyes and see out of focus how he is all sweaty, wasted, his eyes convulsively closed and his body reflexively clenched. We're both pulsing with an orgasm. The world is in a fog.
