DAVID
I want her. Holy shit, do I want her. But I'm not going to be the guy who walks in the door, lifts that dress over her ass, and fucks her over the deck rail in her backyard in the first five minutes of being at her house. At least not tonight. Although on future visits I refuse to be held accountable if I walk in the door and take her on the spot. If she wasn't so damn hot, maybe I could restrain myself.
"I have a question for you," I say, willing my dick to settle down and behave so I can spend some time getting to know her before I give in and fuck her senseless.
"Oh yeah?" Michelle moistens her lips and I can't help myself, I bend down to kiss her. "What's that?" she whispers when I'm done.
"What's what?"
"Your question."
Right. I decided to get to know her better. I clear my throat and lean against the rail, taking a long drink of wine before answering. "I asked you what your favorite color was a few days ago, do you remember that?"
She looks confused and maybe slightly disappointed, I can't tell in the low light. "Yeah?"
"Do you remember what you told me?"
"Sure. That I like each one for different reason."
"Do you even realize how much bullshit that answer is?"
Michelle looks appalled. "What? Bullshit?" She swirls her wine and frowns down at the glass. "I'm open-minded. Easygoing. What's bullshit about that?"
"Or..." I hold up a finger. "Maybe, and I'm just making a wild stab in the dark here, but maybe you hold off making a judgment of your own so you can't be judged for who you are."
Michelle furrows her brow. "I think I just like lots of different things for lots of different reasons."
I trail a finger down her arm and take her hand. "And maybe you do. Who am I to tell you who you are and what you like?" I lean close. "I just want you to know that with me? I'm only interested in your honest thoughts and feelings. Nothing manufactured. I want to know the real you. Raw and uncensored."
I may be way off. She might be the type of person who doesn't have a favorite color, but something tells me that Michelle has a detailed list of exactly what she does and doesn't like. For whatever reason, she's repressing all the details that make her who she is. If that's the case, I want to dig all the way down to that version of this woman. I want to reveal her most passionate, unrefined self.
"Blue," she says after another sip of her wine. Her voice is quiet and her eyes are strained. The reaction is too intense for a simple conversation about color. "If I have to choose, I almost always prefer blue."
"Thank you," I say, smiling down at her. "Now I know."
She smiles weakly and takes a sip of her wine, spilling some on her chest. "Darn it," she says, looking down. "At least it didn't hit the fabric. I'm pretty stain proof but this dress is not." She makes a move to wipe it off and I capture her wrist in my hand.
"Let me," I say and lick the purple droplet from her skin. She gasps, a tiny sound that does huge things to my dick. Still holding her wrist in my hand, I kiss along her collarbones, up her throat, across her jaw, and nibble on her earlobe.
"That feels so good," she says, tilting her head to give me better access.
"I like making you feel good." I pull away to refill my glass and then bring it to her lips. She swallows, her eyes never leaving mine, and then I pour the purple liquid into the space between her collarbones, catching it with my tongue as it rolls down her chest.
She moans and it sounds like an invitation.
"How private are we back here?" I rest my hand low on her back, just above the curve of her ass.
"Very."
"Any chance we'll be seen?"
"Not even a little."
I smile. "Good. Drink," I say with a gesture towards her wine glass. "All of it." When she's done, I take it from her hand and set it on the table along with mine before I take her by the waist and turn her away from me. Brushing her hair over her shoulder, I find the zipper at the back of her dress and slowly lower it, kissing her neck and shoulders as I do. When it's undone, she turns to face me and slips the thin straps off her shoulders and lets the dress fall to her feet, revealing a dark lace bra and matching panties.
"Blue," she says with a shy smile, trailing a finger along the edge of the lace.
"And it looks fantastic on you." I let my eyes rove over her body, taking in her soft curves in the faint light. Her hands move to cover her stomach and I shake my head. "Don't hide anything from me. I want it all."
"All of it?" she asks, her voice low and uncertain.
"All of it."
Her eyes still trained on mine—wide and trusting—she reaches around and unhooks her bra. The straps slide off her shoulders as she holds it in place and then lets it fall to the floor beside her dress.
"Oh, shit, Michelle. You're gorgeous." My cock strains against my pants, throbbing with need. She lowers her panties and steps out of them, standing naked in front of me under the cover of darkness. The candlelight flickers across her creamy skin and I reach for her.
"Come here." I pull her towards me, twisting to pick up my wine from the table. She reaches for my belt, fiddling with the buckle as I take a drink and watch her undo the button. Her eyes hit mine as she slides down the zipper and tugs at the elastic on my boxer briefs.
"I'm the only one naked," she says, slipping her hand down towards my dick.
I step out of her reach and she pouts up at me. "Oh, the things I would do to that mouth.”
"Like what?" Michelle grins. "Tell me."
"Not yet. First I want to explore that body." I close the distance between us and dribble the wine on her shoulder. She gasps as it runs down her chest and drips from her nipple. I drag my tongue across the trail, pausing to suck her taut peak into my mouth. She moans and stares up at me as I straighten to pour more wine down her body. I let it trail lower and lower down her abdomen before I catch it with my tongue, using my hands on her hips to pull her close to me.
"Please, David," she begs.
"Please what?" I wait for her answer as her chest heaves.
"Please," she repeats, her voice even smaller than before.
"What do you want, Michelle?" I bend to pull her breast into my mouth, nipping and sucking as I look up at her. I want her to get dirty with me. I want to hear filthy things come out of that sweet mouth. I want her to let me in to the deepest, darkest parts of her mind.
"You," she manages.
But maybe, given how reserved she is, I should take things slowly. At first.
"Like this?" I ask as I slide my hand down her abdomen and brush a finger across her clit. She jumps and sighs.
"Yes."
"Or like this?" Ever so slowly, I slide my fingers between her folds and press against her entrance. "Shit, Michelle. You're so wet for me. I love it."
She arches her back, moaning, pulling at my T-shirt, and that does me in. I tear my shirt over my head and drop it to the floor. Press her to me, her skin so warm against mine as she tugs at my pants.
"I want you inside me," she says, her voice small but determined.
It may not be filthy, but it lights me on fire anyway. I pull a condom out of my wallet and step out of my pants. Her eyes go wide as my cock springs free and she bites her bottom lip as I slide the condom into place.
"You're so big."
Her voice fans the flames of my excitement. I perch on the edge of one of the chairs and she straddles me, her eyes trained on mine as she slowly lowers herself down onto me. I give her a moment to breathe, to get used to me filling her so full. And as her face softens from pain to pleasure, my need overtakes me.
"I need to move," I say.
Michelle rolls her hips. "I need you to."
And so, with none of the care or control I planned on showing this woman, I drive into her again and again, digging my hands into her ass and lifting her up only to drive her down, forcing her to take me deeper and deeper. She gasps and rolls her hips, gathering her hair on top of her head before letting it cascade down her back.
"I'm..." she begins before her body tenses around me, her orgasm taking the words from her mouth. She drops her head back, looking up at the moon hanging full and low in the night sky. Watching her let go, feeling her come undone around me, it ends me. I grip her hips, pull her down against me, and come.