The dinner went a lot better than I thought it would. When I was leaving my home earlier, I kept asking myself why I agreed to go out with him. I asked myself that question probably about one hundred times. I normally wouldn’t want anything to do with a guy who lied and cheated his way forward.

But, the spark was still there. I will admit that I still have feelings for him. I didn’t know where those feelings would lead, but I knew they existed and that I had them. Sometimes, those feelings of romance lead into…things.

We recouped our relationship quickly, too. I invited him over to my place and we were sitting in the living room and watching a movie. The ‘baby step’ went from nothing, to dinner, to a movie, and then…well…more.

I’m usually not the kind of woman who gets aggressive and actively pursues men. I usually like them to pursue me. I forged a different path this time around. I did that in large part because I was so mean to him, that I thought he might be too scared to try anything.

So, I leaned over and kissed him while we were watching our movie – Sleepless in Seattle. It’s a movie that obviously takes place in Seattle, and how appropriate – it’s a romance movie.

When I kissed him, he kissed me right back. He didn’t take his hands and try to touch me, though. So, I again took the lead and sneaked his hand to my inner thigh. He finally started taking charge and doing something – even if it was only a rub.

We kissed and kissed some more, and it grew deeply. Before long, he was gently running his fingers through my long, soft hair. I moaned because I just love a head massage. It wasn’t a real head massage, but it was close. Regardless, it was making me hot and I wanted more from him.

I blew him a kiss before I reached around my body and slowly pulled off my shirt. With a few clasps, my bra was loose and I flirted with him a little bit – this time vocally, and loudly. “Come here, baby” I said to him while giving him a waving invite.

He heard me, and leaned forward to kiss my breasts, and gently sucked on them. God, I love it when men do that. In fact, I extended my knees to climb on top of him, and then straddled him. While he was sucking my breasts, I rubbed and caressed his head.

I teased him by letting him do it only for five minutes, then I pulled my breasts away. I leaned over to kiss his ear and whispered a hot comment: “take off my pants. I want to make love to you.”

Love? Whoa! That’s what just came out. I should have said that I wanted sex, but not love. I didn’t want to make myself vulnerable, but I did. Right after I said that, he pulled a hot and clever way to take off my pants.

The first thing my prince did, was lay me on the floor very gently. I barely felt the thump on my back while his strong, and bulky arms were holding me. He actually was able to grab the zipper on my pants with his teeth, and pull it down slowly.

He did the same thing with the button to my pants. It made me feel so hot, but so uncomfortable at the same time. How many other women had he done this for? I didn’t ask, mainly because I preferred to live in denial and not think more about it.

I put my soft, and newly-manicured hands on my pants and slid them off. So, I had my underwear left, and that dangerous Tyler removed it in a sexy way, also. He gripped them in both hands and tore my underwear apart.

I liked it, but didn’t like it. It was sexy, but those were expensive panties. Ugh! “Are you ready, my beautiful princess?” The charming price said to me while smiling.

I blew him a kiss because I wanted to try and do something sexy to tell him I was ready. It was pathetic, but it’s what I came up him. I should have just grabbed his cock and pulled it into me, but I didn’t. Sometimes in the heat of the moment, careful thought becomes lost.

He slid his cock and started humping me. Unlike with some men in my life, I wanted him inside of me because I cared about him. I was ready to admit that I loved him. I just had to find the right moment to tell him.

I gently put my hand on his chest while he was humping me, and kept my eyes open to watch him, and his handsome face.

His eyes were closed, and I wanted him to look into my eyes, and see my love for him. Sometimes, nonverbal communication is even better and stronger than verbal communication. “Look at me. Baby, look at me” I repeated at him as I gently rubbed his chest with my hand.

He opened his dark, and handsome eyes and watched me while he was going at it. He did it gently, but quickly.

We also like it when our heart is in it. It’s much easier to have sex with a man we love. That’s what I had right in front of me. I loved him so much, that I fantasized about becoming his wife right while we were making love. “I love you, Tyler.”

He stopped while he was deep inside of me, and smiled into my eyes. He leaned over to give me a soft, and long kiss. “I love you too, Maya. Can we make love, for hours? I really love you that much.”

I kissed him a second time, and encouraged my man to keep going. I wanted to fill him with joy and motivation to love me, and make that love to me. “You can go until you collapse from exhaustion. I want you, and will always love you.”

With that said, he went back to humping me, and I rubbed my hands all over his body. Now that we had established our love, I felt that our relationship was complete, and not a moment too soon.

While he was making love to me, a drop of his sweat rolled off his chin and splashed onto my body. Normally, I would think such a thing would be disgusting, but this was an honor for me. He loved me so much, that he was willing to work himself hard just to have sex with me.

I held his big, muscular arms and moaned softly to encourage him more. He started humping a little faster, and moaned loudly while he was going. His moaning grew louder, and I cheered him on. “Yes, baby! Feel free to just let it all go. I want you, and I’m ready for you” I said while I winked at him and opened my mouth seductively and licked my lips.

I guess that was enough to send him over the edge, because he groaned loudly and exploded right inside of me. It means that I’ve pleased the man, and did my job.

I kissed him softly on the lips and then reached over to lace my fingers with his. I was holding the hand of my man, and we now made our love public. Never in a million years did I expect to meet the man of my dreams in such a weird way, but I did.