He sat in the chair across from the bed watching me as I undressed. I figured he would want to undress me himself, but I was wrong. He just wanted to watch.

My hands shook a little, not in fear, but in excitement as I slid my shirt off first. Then I let my shorts follow, stepping out of them with one smooth motion.

I slid my panties down next, feeling the wetness of my crotch evident on the silk of my panties. I took off my bra then. It joined my panties on the floor and I walked to him, naked and confident, and extended my hand toward him.

He took it and I led him toward the bed. He took a moment to rub his hands across my behind and buried his head in the crook of my neck as he reached around my body and started to fondle my breasts. He squeezed my nipples and I gasped as he released them to cup my breasts.

His touch was warm, smooth, intoxicating. I felt myself growing wet, so wet that I could feel the wetness on my thighs. And then one of his hands found its way to my sex and he started stroking me there. He took his time while nibbling my ear, all the while playing with my clit.

I was breathing heavily and writhing my ass against his throbbing sex when he abruptly stopped and gave me a little shove toward the bed.

I looked at him in confusion and he wordlessly laid down next to me, unzipping his pants. He took his thick cock in his hand and started to stroke it, up and down as he looked at me. His eyes devouring my breasts, my belly, my femininity.

I reached for him then and he took my hand and brought it to his mouth. He lowered himself to his elbow and began to plant little kisses up my arm, the inside of my elbow, before abandoning my arm to kiss my lips.

His kiss was warm, and it held promise. Promise of what? I didn’t know, but for a moment time felt suspended as our lips pressed together.

He slowly pulled away and I protested. He laughed gruffly and said, “I want to see you play with yourself.”

His request sounded so dirty. So wanton. I was instantly turned on.

I did as he said. I laid down and parted my legs and watched him stroke his dick as he watched me touch my clit.

He licked his lips and I fantasized that those lips were brushing against my femininity. That his fingers were separating the folds of my sex. So I parted my legs wide and began to penetrate myself with one finger as I played with my nipple with the other hand. I became impatient, wanting his hands on me. Wanting his lips on me.

“Kiss me,” I said, as he watched me finger myself. He kissed me, starting at my neck and moving forward toward my ears.

I gasped as his lips finally met mine and he stopped stroking himself to grab my breast. I began to draw circles around my clit as he kissed and fondled me. And without warning, I began to come as my sex quivered and my hips shot up on their own accord.

He kept kissing me as he climbed on top of me and slid into me without preamble. He rode me hard, pumping in and out of me, as he continued to hold my face and plant kisses all over my cheeks, my forehead, my chin.

And then when I thought he was about to come, he surprised me by pulling out of me. He slid down my body and began to kiss and suck my sex. He rubbed his face against my pubic area, inhaling the scent of me.

“God, you smell good...” he said softly as he licked my folds, tasting me as if I were some sort of delicacy. As he began to suck my clit, I fondled my own breasts. I squeezed my nipples hard and my thighs shook as he pressed them further apart. The feel of his tongue sliding between the folds of my pussy and circling around my clit was too much to bear. I came quickly, gasping his name. I let go of my breasts and grabbed his head, keeping him still as I bucked against his mouth. I came against his face and he lapped at my wetness greedily.

And then finally, when he was done, he turned me over. Exhausted, I stretched my arms across the bed and kept my face pressed against the mattress, trying to catch my breath.

I was surprised at how long he had been hard already as he pushed into me again. I was so wet that he slid in easily. Between the wetness of his mouth and the wetness of my sex, my entryway was primed for the taking.

He surprised me by stretching forward and pinning my hands with one of his above my head as he fucked me hard from behind. Each one of his thrusts pushed me forward and I began to scream from pleasure as each of his thrusts stretched me, filled me to the point I thought I couldn’t accommodate anymore of him. I knew he was long. I knew his cock was thick, but in this position, it felt even bigger, even wider.

At that point, it was like my sex was made for his. And I happily let him have his way with it, moaning as he buried himself inside me, pulled out and thrust back in slowly, stretching me.

And finally, when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he began to speed up and I knew this was no longer about me. It was about him, his pleasure. He was ready to come.

It was tricky, but I reached between us and grabbed his balls. I rubbed them, applied just enough pressure to hear him moan in pleasure.

“Oh God, Lesli...”

He groaned and began to pump into me faster, almost hurting me... getting to that point where pleasure and pain were quickly becoming one. As I started to come again, I screamed his name so many times my throat became hoarse. With one more strong thrust, he came inside of me.

I rotated my hips and moaned as his seed filled me... it was warm and for some reason, the idea of his essence inside me turned me on even more and I came again, the orgasm of all orgasms radiating from my center and spreading through my veins. My entire body began to shake and my head began to explode.

He rolled off me and gathered me into his arms as I waited for the waves of pleasure from the force of my orgasm to subside. I let him cuddle me against his chest and strangely, I felt closer to him at that moment than I ever had before.

I was drowsily stroking his chest and his head was pressed into my neck. We lay like that with me wrapped in his arms.

I felt comforted, protected, cherished.

And I didn’t want that feeling to end. As I drifted off, he placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

“Get some sleep, love.”

I fell asleep against his chest feeling many emotions, but in the mist of them all, one emotion stood out. Love.