Rose
Asking about towels was just an excuse.
He opens his mouth to reply, but not before I close the distance between us and make a reply impossible.
Our first kiss was tender, singular and perfect.
Not our second. Oh no. Nor our third or fourth or fifth as we devour each other in passion as the ice cream I just picked up hits the floor again…for the third time since we met, if that first time really consisted of meeting.
Maybe it did and maybe it didn’t but what it certainly did consist of is us noticing each other and the foundation of attraction to be laid, very, very quickly.
And laid is exactly what I want to get right now as in laid out on his bed while we turn up the heat and humidity to match the triple digits of both outside. One hundred degrees with one hundred percent humidity and I know we’re well on our way to exceeding it.
I instinctively raise a leg and feel his strong, calloused fingers slide in underneath my thigh picking my leg up off the ground while his other hands grips my ass hard lifting me in my entirety as if I were nothing more than a feather.
I wrap my legs around his back and he turns half a rotation putting my back against the wall as his hand slides up my back.
So much for making it to the bedroom.
I feel the smooth gray bricks on my back and relish in their coolness. I’m way to hot right now and only getting hotter.
I feel my feet touch the floor again and the dress I changed into lift as his hands grip the fabric and then my midsection as he stares down my throbbing need.
He jerks my panties down and I hear a deep moan escape the depths of his stomach or somewhere even deeper within him and his lust is met with a whimper of my own.
I’m technically above him, but he’s in complete control as he dives in head first licking straight up my folds and giving my clit a quick flick before rolling it around with the tip of his tongue.
I’m experiencing all kinds of firsts and it’s just too much at once. The warmth inside me is met with a rush of blood to my brain and my body completely overloads and I feel my midsection tighten and then a wave flow through me.
He sticks his tongue inside me and meets my climax.
Here I was wondering if I was even capable of having a orgasm and the sight and feel of him tasting me sent me over the edge immediately.
“I want to taste you,” I say imagining his salty sweet juices exploding in my mouth as I’ve just done in his.
I wonder what will be more fulfilling, the complete rush that just overtook me or the feeling in knowing I’m able to do the same thing to him.
It’s complete perfection either way and I’m in a hurry to find out.
He stands and I reach for his belt tugging at the brown leather wildly remembering the buckle has to come unclasped first. My mind is racing too fast thinking of everything I want to do to him but processing nothing.
I need to slow down, but I can’t. My entire being is on complete autopilot wanting to taste his length.
I get the clasp unhinged and tug the leather through the loops feeling his hand gently move through my hair. His hand is just there, not pushing or pressing just massaging my scalp and I definitely appreciate that he’s not being aggressive with my head, not that I would expect anything less from the man who’s been perfect from the get go.
I grab the sides of his pants and jerk them down now face to face with tight, yellow workout compression shorts separating me from what I really want. He’s pointing straight at me and I can already see wetness on his gear.
I can’t wait to jerk it to the side and please him but first I freeze in shock of his size.
There is no way that thing is fitting inside my mouth.
But damn how I can’t wait to try.
I hear a ding and look towards the elevator.
“What the..”
I feel his grasp on my shoulder as he jerks me up off the floor and yanks up my panties.
I straighten my dress as he fumbles with his zipper and then his belt.
Thank god for the few second delay our elevator has.
We’re still straightening ourselves out when the door opens and a cleaning lady steps out.
“Oh,” she says.
Oh is right. As in the big O I just experienced and the one I was about ready to give him.
“I’m really, really sorry to interrupt, but a pipe broke and I have to get to it right away,” she says.
I look and see a pipe wrench in her hand and realize this is very serious.
“There are some men coming in just a few minutes to help me. They just arrived at the building,” she says.
“Right,” Cristiano says realizing our impromptu session has been cut short without a chance of it starting back up anytime soon…at least out here in the hallway.
I grab my ice cream and make a beeline for my door. I’m dripping wet, slightly embarrassed, and still horny as heck. I need a second to regroup.
“Our ice cream,” I hear Cristiano say, but it’s too late.
“Later!” I say as I shut my door behind me placing my back against the door as I try and catch my breath.
My back slides down the door and quickly I feel my butt hit the floor.
“What in the world was that?” I say softly to myself. “And when can we pick up where we left off. Oh. My. God.”
I was dangerously close to giving him my V card right there in the hallway, and indirectly I kind of did. I’ve never gone that far with anyone in my life…and not just in an attempt but in a result. I’ve never let a man even so much as think he might get a shot at seeing my pussy so much as actually letting him run the flat part of his tongue up and down it and then flicking my clit in his mouth…and that was just the appetizer to the four course meal that he quickly made me.
But I didn’t get what I wanted from him. He must be in so much pain right now. He’s probably standing in the hallway with a raging erection thanks to me freaking out and running back home. How greedy am I?
I owe him one. A big one. Big enough to match…the length that was inches from my face.
Oh my god, how am I going to be able to handle that.
I feel like my pulse is nowhere near slowing and I’m sweating even more than I was, my body still catching up to what happened and probably cooling me off in advance for what it was expecting…
…but not what’s coming now unfortunately.
And all thanks to a broken pipe.
Well, I’m sure leaking. There’s no disputing that. I wouldn’t be surprised if this continues the rest of the day. Good grief.
But his pipe is nearly broken for a different reason. Pressure which was quickly built but wasn’t relieved.
I’m definitely going to do something about that. I can barely wait.
I grab the ice cream and bring it to my forehead trying to cool myself off.
What is it with us and ice cream?
I laugh a little bit and then my head fills with thoughts that are anything but humorous.
Oh, how I’d like to lick ice cream off those eight pack abs of his. Pour chocolate syrup across his perfect pecs.
And then cover his rod in it and lick it like a lollipop until it’s completely clean.
And oh how my thoughts are so dirty.
It reminds me of the romance books I used to read before I became so obsessed with work.
People wonder how virgins and readers can be so sexual even if they aren’t so sexually active so much?
Easy.
They’re the few that have control of the biggest sexual organ in the body.
The mind.
And mine has been working overtime since the moment I saw him.
And I can’t wait to put it to work, under this older man’s tutelage.
Not that I’ll need any instruction.
I know exactly what I want to do to him and how I want my first time to go down.
Oh, he’s going to be surprised…and shocked…and completely satisfied.