Tegan

I wagged my finger toward the bulge in his pants. “Off. Take them off.”

I hoped he didn’t hear the impatience in my voice. I unbuttoned my jeans and struggled to get them pushed down my thighs.

He didn’t react. The mental struggle must have returned.

I really didn’t care.

One way or another, his pants were coming off. The kisses were all the proof I needed to know that there was something between us that could be special. Something so far beyond what I had ever experienced with a kiss. Something that I couldn’t dismiss as being anything other than what it was.

Reassurance that our collision on the freeway was meant to be.

Motionless, he stood there watching me get undressed. A feeling of selfishness shot through me.

Guilt followed.

Was this spur of the moment decision on my part selfish?

I wondered.

Until, with his eyes fixed on me, he reached to unbuckle his belt.

Now that he was abiding with my wishes to disrobe, I couldn’t get undressed quick enough. I kicked my jeans across the room.

The panties were next. I fumbled to get them removed while my eyes were glued to his nether regions. In anticipation of the big release, I didn’t want to divert my eyes, even for a second. I lifted one foot, stumbled a few steps, and almost fell.

Frustrated, and certain I was headed for doom, I steadied myself against the arm of the couch and looked down.

I carefully pulled the dainty fabric free from one ankle, and then the other. Embarrassed by my nearly disastrous tumble, I tossed the panties aside and looked up.

Dear. God.

He stood over me, completely naked.

His chest was wide and muscular, and his abs were rippled as if chiseled from marble. The absence of bodyfat allowed a well-defined “V” to form at the base of his abdomen. Despite the muscular perfection of his well-proportioned body, the most amazing thing about him hung heavily between his legs.

A perfectly shaped, thick, throbbing dick unlike anything I’d ever seen.

If ever a cock could be gorgeous, his was.

Still dressed in my shirt and bra, I decided being completely naked was no longer necessary. Dressed in my shirt and bra I could ride his cock, and that was all that mattered.

My mouth salivated. I tingled. It was the all over kind of tingling that generally preceded me giggling like an idiot. My eyes shot up to meet his, paused, and then fell back to the object of my desire.

And I giggled. Just a little bit.

I felt his hands at my sides. I looked up. His eyes met mine and stopped me from giggling. I stood there, mesmerized, incapable of doing much of anything. I felt inexperienced and proceeding seemed complicated.

He reached down, pulled my shirt over my head, and laid it on the back of the couch. Then, he leaned forward to reach around me and unbuckle my bra. While he fumbled with the clasp, the tip of his dick shaft tapped against my stomach

It was all the invitation I needed.

I reached between his legs and blindly searched.

I felt my boobs rise and then fall. I saw my bra being flicked aside out of the corner of my eye.

And then, contact.

Holy crap. Holy effing crap.

I wrapped my hand around it, or at least I tried.

The giggling resurfaced.

“Are you okay?”

I began to stroke it gently, met his gaze, and nodded.

“I uhhm.” I stroked it a few times, and couldn’t help but grin. “I. You can. You can do whatever you want with me. And I mean it. Whatever. You. Want. I uhhm. I love sex.”

He smiled ever so slightly.

I grinned an eager grin. “I just wanted to get that out there.”

I wanted to make him happy. I planned to suck his cock, and hoped it would please him. I imagined seeing the look on his face as I took every inch that I was able into my mouth, carefully massaging his balls in my hand as I did so.

Seeking his approval by my maintained eye contact, I would continue until he either asked me to stop, or I brought him to orgasm.

But.

I didn’t get the chance.

“Good to know,” he said.

He lifted me from my feet.

Oh God.

He held me against him, skin-to-skin, and kissed me deeply. All the while, my feet dangled two feet over the floor beneath me. I felt weightless, small, dainty, and yet, protected.

I returned his kiss without reservation or pause. Hungrily, I devoured his lips and searched his naked body with my hands. I pressed my palms against the muscles of his back, along his shoulders, and then found his muscular arms.

Oh God.

The kiss lasted just long enough to make me anxious, but not so long that I wanted it to end.

Nonetheless, our lips parted.

He lowered me to the floor.

“Bend over the couch,” he said, more asking than telling.

I wanted him to put on a condom.

“But--”

“Just do it,” he said. “Lean over.”

With slight reluctance, I complied. His hands gripped my waist, but it felt odd. His thumbs were pressed into the divots at my hips, and his fingers were along the small of my back.

The exact opposite of what I was expecting.

And then.

Whoosh!

I was airborne again.

Now upside-down, with my chest against his stomach, his cock bouncing heavily in front of me. I struggled to get my bearings. His thumbs tickled my hips. My lower thighs rested against his shoulders.

He inserted a finger.

Holy crap that feels good.

With precision, he worked it in and out of my wet folds.

I closed my eyes and exhaled everything that my lungs had in them. He repositioned his feet, spreading his stance slightly, and when he did, his cock slapped against my cheek.

In all the excitement of having his finger inside of me, I’d somehow forgotten it was there.

I wrapped my mouth around the tip, circled it with my tongue, and…

Dear God.

Holy…

He shoved his tongue inside of me.

With one forearm draped over my waist, he held me in place. He buried his face further between my thighs, and his tongue soon followed suit, going even deeper into my eager pussy.

He began to tongue me into a frenzy.

In appreciation – or, quite possibly, retaliation – I wrapped my lips around his cock and began to suck it with fervor. His hips bucked wildly against my face, testing my limits with each stroke.

His well-timed rhythmic strokes against me were met by my eager mouth forcing itself further and further down the thick shaft. Engulfing it entirely would be impossible, but he needed to know I wanted every inch I could handle.

He added a finger, and then another. The only fingers that had been down there in years had been mine, and having his talented hands touch me was almost too much.

I released his cock from my mouth and arched my back. I didn’t want to, I had to.

“Oh God!” I wailed. “What. Are. You. Doing. To. Me?”

His tongue flicked against my clit while his fingers continued to work their magic. Quickly, my excitement peaked, leaving me aching to release.

I closed my eyes and blindly reached for his cock. Upon finding it, I stroked it passionately, feverously, and with all the ability of a mindless idiot.

My mind was failing me. Focusing on any one thing – other than the impending orgasm – was impossible.

I stroked his dick, nonetheless. Sometimes quickly, sometimes almost not at all. He, on the other hand, never faltered. Predictably, his tongue circled my clit, penetrated me, circled my clit again, and then licked my entire opening. Over and over, the process continued.

All the while, his fingers slid in and out.

I closed my eyes tight and attempted to focus on climaxing. It was coming. The tension built. I began to tingle. His tongue circled my clit, went in deep, circled my clit again, and then licked…

“Oh…fuuuuuck!”

My muscles tensed, relaxed, and then tensed again. I burst inside, releasing a thousand electric shock waves through my body. Immediately following, I erupted into another shallow orgasm, sending a tingling sensation from my clit to my nipples.

He continued his pattern of sucking, licking and fingering.

And, I continued to come.

Repeatedly.

Eventually, I fell limp.

He lowered me to the couch.

I laid there, staring at his God-like body and didn’t move. At some point, my eyes fell closed. Some time passed. Maybe a little, maybe a lot. I opened my eyes and looked up.

Looming over me naked, he smiled. “You said fuck.”

“I did not.”

“Yes, you did.”

I tried to recall doing so, but fell short. “Did I?”

“Right before you came.”

“I’m sorry.”

He shrugged one shoulder. “I thought it was cute.”

“I need a minute,” I said. “Then we can get started again.”

He looked at his watch and then at me. “Not for an hour and six minutes.”

I blinked my eyes and sat up. In my post orgasm state of being, I thought he said not for an hour and six minutes.

I wrinkled my nose and stared. “Huh? It sounded like you said not for an hour or something.”

He nodded. “I told myself no sex on the first date, and the first date ends at midnight. At least that’s what I’m thinking. Technically, a minute after midnight is tomorrow. Right?”

He was adorable.

But, the time had come for me to make a point, and make it clear.

I grinned. “It’s midnight somewhere, motherfucker.”