Alyssa
Russell and I were all over each other as soon as we crossed the threshold into the bedroom. He utterly pounced on me, covering my neck with kisses, his hands moving all over my body.
“God,” he said, his voice heavy with arousal. “I’ve been waiting to get you out of this dress all night.”
“Really?” I asked as he moved his lips along the curve of my neck. “Not one of those other girls here caught your eye?”
“Not a one,” he said, his hands moving the back of my dress. “Only you.”
His words sent a thrill through my body. Well, that and the sensual feeling of his lips all over me. He undid the back of my dress so quickly that I worried he might rip it off, though that wouldn’t have been unwelcome. Once the dress was undone, I let the thing drop to my feet, the fabric pooling around my heels and leaving me in nothing but my shoes and the lacy, dark blue underwear that I’d chosen for the evening.
I didn’t let Russell have all the fun. Setting to work on his clothes, I quickly undid the knot of his tie and pulled it off and over his head. Next was his suit jacket, then his shirt. And as I did the necessary business, Russell continued to kiss me, his lips moving along my sides, then over my stomach, then finally to the cleavage that was nearly bursting out of my bra. Reaching behind me, I undid the clasp of the bra and slipped it off, Russell’s attention going right to my now-hard nipples. He licked and sucked my breasts in the way he was fond of doing, and as he did I sighed and ran my hands through his hair, messing up his tight, slicked-back style.
Stepping out of my heels, I let Russell move me towards the bed. Positioning me over it, he took his lips off of my body long enough to look at me with a sexy little smile and give me a playful push back and onto the mattress. My eyes lingered on his breathtaking body, flicking from his pecs to his abs to his tattooed arms. I wanted that body on top of me right that instant.
But Russell had other plans. He dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around my legs, and pulled me close, my sex only a few inches from his face. Slipping his fingers under my panties, he pulled them off, ducking his head as they moved down my legs. Now I was totally nude.
“Goddamn,” he said, looking over my body from his low vantage point. “You are so fucking sexy.”
Knowing Russell, a man who could’ve had any woman at that party, wanted me most of all was a thrill beyond all others. I spread my legs open, giving him a full view of my sex. A smile crossed his face for a brief moment before he placed his lips on my inner thighs, his kisses sending shivers of lust up my body. I wanted what he had in mind more than anything, but Russell, always the tease, didn’t jump right into it. He started with my thighs, gradually moving in closer and closer until I could feel his warm breath on my lips. Then, he began kissing me around my sex, his touch gradually moving in closer and closer to where I wanted him to be.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Russell moved his hand over my pussy and slipped a pair of fingers inside of me. I gasped as he entered me, my sex already wet and ready. He continued to kiss my thighs, now moving his fingers in and out of me at a steady pace. I sighed in pleasure, my hands dug into his hair as I guided him towards me. Soon, he decided that the teasing was over. Spreading me open, he started with long, slow drags of his tongue over my pussy, the feeling beyond compare.
“Oh, God,” I said, closing my eyes and focusing on the twin feelings of his fingers and tongue.
“You taste like heaven,” he said, removing his mouth for a brief moment before setting back to work.
After a series of slow licks of the flat surface of his tongue, Russell picked up the pace and began stimulating my clitoris with quick, lapping darts of his tongue. As soon as this began, I knew that it wasn’t going to take much for me to cum. Russell kept at this for several heavenly minutes, the sound of his tongue doing its work blending with the sighs and moans that left my mouth. Before too long, his efforts paid off. A pulsing, shattering orgasm ripped through my body, and I couldn’t help but scream and shout in total blissful agony. Russell kept at it, stimulating me through the orgasm. When it faded, he stopped and heaved himself up, moving towards me until he was over top of me and looking into my eyes with that piercing stare that I just couldn’t get enough of.
“Please,” I said. “I need it. I need it so fucking bad.”
I was worried that Russell might tease me a little more, that he might find some way to drag me pleasure out instead of giving me what I craved hard and deep. But his thoughts were the same as mine. Propping himself up on one arm, the muscles bulging and capturing my attention, he undid his belt and pants with the other and slipped the last bit of clothing off of his body. His massive erection pointed straight down, and I felt myself grow somehow even more aroused as I laid eyes on his glorious prick.
Russell took hold of his cock one hand and guided it into me. As soon as the first of his many inches entered me, something took hold of my body, seizing it up in a fit of pleasure. I wrapped my arm around Russell, holding onto him tight. He then began moving in me, sliding his cock in and out of me at a slow, deep pace. And throughout it all, his eyes remained locked onto me. Between his gaze and the pleasure he was giving me, Russell had me in a bizarre trance of ecstasy.
He continued to thrust, his pace staying slow and steady. My hands moved along the hard lines of his body, taking in the sensual feeling of his stone-solid form. And as he penetrated me over and over, I couldn’t help but notice that there was something different about the sex, something … more intimate. Russell was typically the type to pound the living daylights out of me, liking his sex rough and hard. And I was more than willing to enjoy it right along with him. But now, as he moved inside of me with slow, penetrating thrusts, I felt that there was something more between the two of us.
Was this … love?
I didn’t know, but either way, what was happening now was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before with any other man. He continued to gaze down at me with that steely stare of his, the effect of his eyes on me making me feel small and vulnerable yet safe and protected, all at the same time. And all I wanted was for him to keep going, to take me to the heights of pleasure that I knew he could.
Soon, Russell’s pace increased, but only a little bit. His movements into me remained full, deep plunges and the pleasure that he produced was like the slowly-building waves in the ocean outside our home, starting small but building into a crescendo as the force of the water crashed against the shore. I drew closer to another orgasm, and I could sense that he was too. His breathing quickened, and he lowered his body until I could feel the warmth of his sweat-sheened skin all over me.
After a bit more of this, Russell’s thrust increased in intensity. He was now driving into me at full force, lifting his hips and filling me over and over again. I could hardly stand the pleasure, my nails digging into his back as he fucked me. Then, without warning, I came again, this orgasm somehow more pleasurable than the last. Russell’s orgasm soon followed, and with a powerful, deep shudder, and a groan that was almost animalistic, he emptied himself into me.
Once he was done, I felt the weight of his body lower down onto me, his back rising and falling as he caught his breath. After a moment, he rolled to the side of me, his eyes still locked onto mine. Something was different about this sex, but I couldn’t quite tell what.
“What?” I said, a smile on my face.
“Nothing,” he said. “That was just really nice, is all.”
I smiled. This was unlike Russell; it was more … tender. Then, he slipped his arm under me and pulled me close. I tucked into the warmth of his body, a smile on my lips.
That was when it occurred to me what the difference was: all of the sex up until now had been something else—something less intimate. It was amazing every time, sure, but any sort of real emotional connection was lacking. But this time … this time was different. Now, we’d finally actually made love. I wanted to say something, to ask Russell if his feelings toward me had indeed changed.
But I decided to let things lie. Everything was perfect as it was, and letting the sound of Russell’s heartbeat lull me to sleep, I was soon off in a wonderful dream.