I slam the door to my apartment shut and pull Daniel against me. It’s as if I’m possessed. I need to feel him, his naked skin, and his massive member. I’m cock-hungry.

I’ve never been forward like this, but something happened tonight while we were having dinner with his family.

Okay, maybe nothing happened, but right now, I need to feel his mouth on mine, his cock in my pussy, and our naked hot bodies entwined.

To my utter relief, he doesn’t push me away. Instead, he crushes his lips against mine.

I moan, my fingers already fumbling with the zipper of his pants.

His hands have gotten rid of my top already and are now pushing my skirt down. Thank goodness I live alone.

If someone else lived here, I couldn’t have this freedom of ripping a man’s clothes off by my door. Imagine a roommate walking in on us naked. I cringe inwardly at the thought.

Finally, I’ve managed to undo his jeans as well, and my fingers fumble for his massive cock, hard and straining for my touch.

When I feel it, my heart beat increases a little. Joy seeps through my bones. I can’t explain it, but it’s almost as if I’ve developed an addiction for his cock.

I need to feel it, to squeeze and knead it with my fingers.

He helps me push down his pants, and we stumble in the dark into my living room. Luckily, my apartment is the size of a can of sardines so there’s not much margin for error.

If we were in his penthouse right now, we could end up anywhere. With a crash, we land on my old over-used couch. He ends up beneath me.

“Did you eat oysters or something?” Daniel chuckles, and I giggle.

“And what if I did?”

“You should have shared,” he complains, resting his hands on my ass.

I push my pussy toward his pulsing cock.

“In my defense, I didn’t know you like oysters,” I counter.

My pussy is throbbing, and I’m getting ready to push into him when Daniel changes our positions.

Actually, he pushes me off the couch so I land on the floor.

“Sorry, love,” he apologizes. “I thought there was more room.”

I giggle like a silly teenager.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say I had too much champagne tonight, but I only had the one glass. Then why am I acting so strange? It’s not like me at all to take the lead when it comes to sex.

Must be his charm and open manner.

I struggle to get to my hands and knees. I see him crawl to his pants. What is he doing?

I decide to follow him anyway.

If someone were to see us, we’d certainly look strange. Two adults crawling like babies on the floor.

“Are you practicing your crawling skills already?” I joke and watch him turn to face me again.

“Maybe,” Daniel replies, and I think he’s grinning. “Race you back to the couch. Winner gets to decide how to fuck first.”

Man, oh man. A challenge, a race. You’re on, buddy.

I start, but misjudge my movement and tumble over my own hands. I dive headfirst onto the ground.

Ouch.

I think I might have a bit of carpet burn on my chin. I see Daniel getting ahead.

I feel like the snail in that kids’ movie, what was his name again? Derby, Ferby? No.

Turbo! That’s it.

With renewed vigor, I get back on all fours and make a last-ditch effort to beat Daniel to the couch.

“I win,” shouts my man, lifting his hands in a victory salute.

I collapse with laughter on the floor. His hands reach for me and gently pull me toward him.

“You cheated,” I say, huffing. “And you know what? Any gentleman would let the lady win.”

His hands are now all over me.

“Good thing I’m no gentleman then, isn’t it?”

His lips join his hands. There’s an urgency there I haven’t felt before. First, he assaults my left tit and then my right. A hand rests on my hips and another plays with my clit.

The cocktail of sensations sends electric shock waves through me. Wow.

I arch my pelvis to meet him and try to stroke that cock of his with my fingers. To my utter disappointment, he’s out of reach.

After a while, Daniel straddles me. He sits on my lower half and leaves his hands on my breasts.

Like a skilled artist, he rolls my nipples between his fingers before pulling and pinching them with intensity. The motion sends thrills of pleasure shooting through me.

And yet, all I can think of is having his cock inside of me.

With all the attention he’s giving me, it feels as if my body is melting onto the floor.

“Please, Daniel,” I whisper. “Fuck me. I need to feel you inside of me.”

He leans down and kisses me. “Really?”

His lips crush mine, and I push my tongue deep into him. At the same time, I move my pelvis beneath him.

This is fucking amazing. I feel alive, and I want to take control. I can’t explain it, but ever since dinner, I’ve been dying to get my hands all over him.

Perhaps, listening to all those stories about him made me horny. And fuck, I’m horny.

I’m so wet and ready I think I might explode. If he doesn’t enter me soon—like right fucking now—I swear I won’t be responsible for my actions.

I’m not quite sure what I’ll do, but I’ll do something. I suppose I could always threaten him, beg him, or just push him off me so I can get on top of him. Easier said than done, of course.

For the last few minutes, I’ve been writhing beneath his weight, trying to move so his cock will enter my pussy—all to no avail.

Why is he torturing me like this? Doesn’t he want to fuck me as badly as I want to fuck him?

My thoughts go all over the place, but I rein them in. No point going overboard with overanalyzing each and every one of his movements.

And then, I feel him lift off me a little so that he could finally thrust into my waiting pussy.

Yessssss.

I can see stars in front of my eyes, and fireworks explode in my head. But if I was hoping for a hard and fast fuck, I’m mistaken.

Daniel has entered me, and now he’s just staying where he is, deep inside of my pussy.

“I read somewhere that a true union of man and woman is when the man’s cock enters the woman’s pussy and then just stays there.”

“Are you being serious right now?” The light isn’t bright enough for me to see his facial expression properly so I can’t work out if he’s fucking with me or not.

I feel his warm breath against my neck as his lips brush against my burning skin.

Flames engulf me, heat spreading through me. I feel my own hips push upward against Daniel as his cock continues to swell inside of me.

“It’s true,” he whispers and continues with the butterfly kisses.

“And you’ve tried this?” I ask, not sure what to make of this.

I want him to fuck me. I want him to pummel into me like there’s no tomorrow. Yet he seems content just to be inside me.

“Of course not. I haven’t tried it before.”

“Sounds kind of…” I try and think of the right words. “Sounds like the kind of sex you have after you’ve had a good fuck,” I finish eventually.

“Okay, you win.”

And without another word, Daniel starts to fuck me. At first he’s nice and slow, taking his time. But it doesn’t take long for him to increase his speed and rhythm.

I dig my fingers into his back and meet him with each thrust.

Finally, he’s fucking me the way I’ve wanted to be fucked since we came inside.

I feel like I’m floating on clouds, weightless.

His hands are back on my tits, and I love the sound his balls make as they slap against my naked flesh just below my pussy.

A flicker deep inside me grows, and I can feel my muscles contracting. At the same time, Daniel is starting to shiver.

I think he’s getting ready to unleash a huge load into his condom.

The walls of my pussy grab his cock with each thrust, massaging it, milking and squeezing. As he’s building to his orgasm, his already massive cock swells and expands even more inside me.

My pussy tingles, and I know there’s no stopping now.

I erupt, like a volcano filled. There’s no way I can put a coherent thought together now. All I can do is revel in the exquisite sensation of pleasure, lust, and desire.

Daniel comes at the same time, and I feel him pulsing inside me. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over us both as we come together. He stays in me, even when his orgasm is finished.

“I fucking swear, Rose,” he says into my ear, “we must try that other way one day as well.”

I nod, my fingers drawing circles on his back. I don’t care what we do, as long as it involves his cock inside of my pussy.