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Silence wasn’t always awkward. For example, now.
I was sitting so close to David, I could’ve sat on his lap. I was looking at him, watching his face. And he was looking back.
“You meant it.” It was a statement. I wasn’t asking him anything. His eyes told me what I wanted to know.
“I don’t know how this happened, I’ve never been like this. And I couldn't tell you. To be honest, I’m surprised you didn’t run away in disgust.”
I started laughing.
“What?”
“Oh, God. You’re an idiot.”
“Thank you. That’s the second time you call me that.”
“And I am an idiot. I was thinking the exact same thing. Needless to say, we were both wrong.”
“What do you mean?” He looked terribly confused, which amused me even more.
“I mean I like you too.”
I could’ve sworn he was blushing. I opened my mouth to say something about it, but he stopped me. Or I had just passed out from my concussion and was hallucinating.
Was he kissing me?
If my senses were to be trusted, David had just shut me up by putting his lips over mine. That was a kiss, I was sure of it.
Then his tongue slipped between my lips and started wreaking havoc in my mind. If it were just a hallucination, I might as well enjoy it. I moaned.
He chuckled into our kiss, reminding me that everything was real.
“You seem to be enjoying yourself.”
I covered my mouth, embarrassed.
“Oh, you’re the one to talk?” I retaliated.
“Sorry. Didn’t mean to be too… forward.”
My hand acted by itself and caressed his soft hair.
“You are just forward enough,” I cooed before initiating another kiss. He didn’t hesitate to give back.
Slowly, we transitioned from a sitting position to lying next to each other, without breaking the kiss. The sofa was too narrow for the both of us, so I opened my legs to accommodate him on top of me. He obliged, his weight pressing reassuringly on top of me.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
The fragrance of his after-shave flooded my senses, and together with his taste took over my mind completely. I must’ve stopped thinking clearly, seeing that I found myself grinding on him, my legs as wide open as the sofa allowed me.
He joined me in my heated dance and pressed his crotch, hard, against me. I moaned loudly, more and more eager to be his.
“Fuck,” he whispered and pulled back.
I searched for an answer into his eyes. Hooded and glassy, they spoke the same language as mine. So, what was wrong?
“What are we doing?” he asked.
“You don't like it?” I couldn’t help biting my lip as I spread my legs even wider. I could see his jeans struggling against the pressure of his bulging cock.
“I love it.”
“Then fuck me.”
He grunted, clenching his jaw in an attempt to stop himself. I wasn’t going to let that happen. It was like something had gotten into me.
I started rubbing my pussy through my leggins, showing him how wet I was.
“Fuck, Eva. That’s… You look amazing.”
“Do you want me?”
“Hell yes.”
“Then have me.”
“Don’t say that. God. Are you sure?”
I nodded. That was all he needed. It took him a second to pull my leggings off. I thought he’d get rid of his jeans as well, but he bent down and kissed my pussy instead.
“God, you taste amazing,” he mumbled, as his tongue parted my engorged lips.
“Fuck. God. Oh, my God!” I managed to utter, barely breathing. Soon, I was grinding on him, holding him by the hair, offering myself to him.
“I need to fuck you, Eva.”
He was out of breath too, his voice growly with desire.
I smiled and sat up. He watched me, excited to see what I wanted to do.
As he was kneeling on the sofa, my face was at level with his crotch. I pulled the zipper down and freed a perfectly hard cock, just waiting to be enjoyed.
So I did. I opened my mouth and took him in, enjoying his expression of shock and pleasure.
I loved giving oral, it was my favorite way of pleasuring my boyfriends and David was the most deserving of them all.
He never broke eye contact. I sucked him off, getting his cock as deep as it would go, until I managed to touch its base with my lips.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. God, that’s…”
He pulled out suddenly.
“You’re perfect. I. Want. To. Fuck. You.”
“Then fuck me.”
I stood up, with the intention of grabbing his hand and guiding him into my bedroom, but he had other plans. He turned me around, pressing my back against his broad chest.
“I want you know,” he grunted and pushed his cock into me in one swift move.
I screamed at first, but soon, as he moved in and out, I realized how big his cock really was. It stretched me with every inch going into me, sending millions of pleasure signals to my brain.
I thrust myself back, meeting him halfway. The increased pleasure made my legs quiver; soon, I was too close to the edge to move my limbs, so he took over completely.
He lifted my hips to minimize the height difference, forcing me to lean head down on the low coffee table, and began fucking me hard and fast. He thrust so hard, the table moved forward. I thought I was going to fall, but he had a good grasp on me.
Anyone could’ve walked in on us, but I didn’t care. All I cared was having him deep inside me, I was in love with the feeling of being filled to the brim. I loved how his cock made me feel like he was splitting me in two.
I came. Twice. And as loud as I had ever been. At one point, I actually screamed.
“Fuck me. Oh, God, fuck me,” I kept mumbling, not wanting him to stop. Ever.
He kept his crazy pace for an incredible while, pistoning fast into me, like there was no tomorrow. Then I felt him tense up; he wrapped a muscular arm around my waist, lifting me up. I had no support but his cock, as I was suspended in the air.
With his other hand, he held one of my legs up. I was too weak to do anything, I let him have me any way he wanted, just leaned back on him and took his cock full force.
I came a third time as he thrust hard into me for one last time. I could feel his cock against my cervix as he came, filling me up with his cum.
Once I was back on my feet, I stood on my toes and kissed him.
“That was like nothing I have ever done,” I said.
“Lucky you, I don’t intend on stopping any time soon.”
“Want some water? I could use some.”
“I meant it.” He pulled me tightly into him. “I am not stopping. I want to fuck you.”
“Again? Right now?”
His answer was a growl as he lifted me in his arms and took me into the bedroom.
I thought he was joking. I was still giggling when he mounted me again.
“Ah! Wow. You’re hard again.”
“I told you I’m not stopping,” he said with a grin. Then pushed his cock into me again.