My phone buzzed and I silently prayed that he was the one who had texted.
Ben and I had known each other for a while now. Nothing had happened between us before, but we could both tell, there was tension between us… sexual tension.
IT WAS HIM!
“Hey, are you up?”
“Yeah, what’s up? Having trouble sleeping again?”
“As usual. Wanna come over?”
I freaked out. It was 2am! He’d never asked this of me before. What were we going to do? This was too random.
The phone buzzed again.
“I want to show you something…”
Now, I won’t lie, I thought how the first kiss would be like and about him being inside me too many times. I thought about him making sweet love to me and his weight on mine and it gave me a shiver every time. But was tonight going to be it? Was he going to come through on what he had hinted on in the sexts with the same energy? I knew I had to say something. There was only one way to find out.
“I will be there in an hour,” I replied.
I quickly got out of bed, took off my t-shirt and sweatpants and jumped into the shower. My mind was racing. I took a quick glance at my wet, nubile body on the mirror and spun around to see how much of a snack I looked like. My imagination was running wild. But I knew this was actually happening. I had a gut feeling he’d be in there so deep.
I put on my little shirt dress and threw a belt around it to show off the waist. There is confidence that comes from wearing a little dress. It makes you feel like you are ready to take on anything. And I was. I was ready to take it all…balls deep.
He opened the door, and there he stood, shirtless. His beautiful dark skin glowed under the dim light. “Hey, you made it,” he said as he hugged me, tightly. I was lost in his broad shoulders, and I could feel his pack on my breasts. My vagina tingled. Probably from how good he smelt. I almost asked him his skin routine in my nervousness but I passed on it. Tonight, the focus was on me.
“I got us pizza and wine in case you were hungry. Make yourself comfortable”
I made my way into the house and sat on the huge sofa in the middle of the living room. I kept adjusting my hem to cover most of my fleshy thighs even though I lowkey wanted him to feast his eyes upon them and know they’d open for him on a whim. Listen, I was nervous! I did not know what was going to happen. My hips spread over the couch and my dress rode up with every little move I made. I sat on my bare ass for most of the time especially after I crossed my legs.
He eye-fucked me between talks about our day, family, work, friends and movies. Hell, we even talked about sex. I liked how he was good with his words and how they easily they rolled on his tongue. I became a lot calmer. I was comfortable. He offered a glass of wine. Nothing fancy, just a dusty Montoya Cabernet that he uncorked with ease. Corky much? He had let it breathe earlier and when he reached out to fill my glass, his musk hit me and it was accented with the smell of toasty oak from the wine.
“How did you know I liked red wine?” I asked.
“I been knew,” he said, smiling. He had an amazing smile made better by his perfect set.
The tingle. Again. This time it had a fucking pulse!
He moved closer. The couch sank under our weight and our thighs touched. We got to the 15th minute of the movie we were watching, and I felt him leaning towards me. He kissed me. I was already comfortable. My shoulders relaxed and I felt a weight get lifted. I kissed him back. He took the glass of wine off my hand and placed it on the table. I knew this was it. It was finally happening. MY HEART WAS RACING.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I quietly wondered what I had done to make him think I wasn’t. Was it the deep sigh or how jumpy I was when he first touched me?
“Yeah. Are you?” I replied, laughing. Why did I laugh? Lol. Was I nervous, again?
“Very,” he said as he leaned over to kiss me. This time deeply.
He put his hands on my waist and his tongue inside my pussy, ran it up between the fleshy labia, down again and back up in small circles.
I felt his hand on my thigh. He moved it up my inner thighs and I could feel my head spinning. I was breathing hard as my thighs parted involuntarily and gave way to his long, warm fingers.
He pushed my dress up and parted my legs using his hand. He broke the kiss.
“You are very beautiful, Sylvia,” he said, his eyes locked into mine.
I smiled and leaned into my left shoulder and let out a blushing coo, “Thank you.”
He went down on his knees, right in front me and spread my legs with kisses to the soft sides of my thighs and I could feel my vagina well up. If he were to propose instead of eating me out I think I would still moan yesss. I was getting wetter than the kisses he planted. His hands ran along the sides of my legs pushing the dress further up my waist as he took my scent in. I ran my fingers on his scalp and hoped my nails wouldn’t go through his cranium when he hit a sweet spot. He could feel the anticipation.
“No panties? Looks like someone came ready… Is that a hint of Axe Apollo I am getting? Your legs smell so nice.” He said as he went further in.
He kissed my thighs so lightly, moving up to my pussy and I let out a moan as he parted the lips with the tip of his tongue.
“Take off your dress. I want to look at your beautiful body as I eat you out,” he said as he started to rub my clit. I pulled the dress over my head and sank into the seat. He put his hands on my waist and his tongue inside my pussy, ran it up between the fleshy labia, down again and back up in small circles. He let a little moan out that vibrated on the tip of his tongue before he softly said “You taste so good,” with a little of me glistening on his beard.
I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this was actually happening. Then he started devouring me.
“Ohhhhhhhhh fuck…” I groaned.
This was nothing like I had felt before. He sucked my clit, lightly brushed his teeth against my lips and I felt his tongue inside me. I couldn’t control my panting. It was heavy. I leaned back, pushed his head deeper and let him have all of me.
He started to caress my body. Moved his fingers up my breasts, carefully avoiding my hard nipples lingering around the bumps on the areola as he kneaded gently. He looked straight into my eyes. Such a fucking tease. I couldn’t even look back at him without lazily closing my eyes and occasionally crossing them in a breathless fete.
My legs spread so widely on his couch and his head between my thighs was quite a view. It turned me on so much. A little more than I thought it should when I couldn’t take it anymore and felt his beard against my thighs as I tightened the grip around his face.
He slowly moved his hands down my body. I desired this man. My body ached for him. He gave my lips one last kiss and began rubbing my clit. Then I felt a finger slide inside my pussy. He thrust slowly, still maintaining eye contact. It’s almost as if he was waiting for me to say something. I couldn’t. I was still trying to catch my breath.
He slid in a second finger and pushed in so deep. I threw my head back and let out a soft scream. He increased his thrusts, drew me in and put a little pressure on the palate of my vagina and rubbed gently. He pushed back the hood and started sucking my clit again, isolating it on the round of his tongue. He did not for a moment to slow down with the thrusts.
My whole body was bucking and trembling. My head spun, probably because all this time, I was gasping for air. How can a man make your whole body quiver with just his tongue and fingers?
I couldn’t take it anymore. I shivered. I felt chills run down my spine. I pressed his head against my thighs. I was sure I was going to suffocate him. I came. Hard and in waves and he surfed on every one of them until I pushed him away just before my tide ebbed. He licked his lips and smiled at my wasted body.
For a minute, my vision became blurry and there was a buzz in my ear. He got up slowly and kissed me. I could taste myself. He cupped my face in his palm and kissed me with fervour, broke it off and looked at me and said, “ I am going to make you mine tonight…”
TO BE CONTINUED…