It was a humid summer evening when I first encountered the alluring figure at my local bar. He was tall, with a chiseled jawline and piercing blue eyes, but what caught my attention was his hair – a jet-black ponytail that cascaded down his back. I couldn’t help but be intrigued.
I approached him, my heart pounding in my chest. He turned to me, a smoldering gaze in his eyes, and I felt my knees go weak. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, and as the night wore on, the chemistry between us grew palpable.
Before I knew it, we were stumbling back to his place, our bodies flush against each other. As we stumbled through the door, he pressed me against the wall, his lips finding mine in a passionate kiss.
His hands roamed my body, his fingers tracing the curves of my waist before settling on the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head, his eyes darkening as he took in my bare chest.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured, his lips finding my neck. I let out a soft moan as he nibbled on my earlobe, his hands cupping my breasts.
His fingers pinched and teased my nipples, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I could feel the heat building between my legs, my pussy growing wet with anticipation.
He broke away from our kiss, his eyes meeting mine. “Do you want this?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, my breath hitching as he slid his hand down my pants, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed slow circles, my hips bucking against his hand as he brought me closer to the edge.
He knelt before me, pulling my pants down to my ankles. His tongue darted out, tracing a line up my inner thigh before he buried his face in my pussy.
He licked and sucked, his fingers sliding in and out of me as he brought me to the brink of orgasm. I cried out, my legs shaking as I came hard against his face.
He stood, his lips glistening with my juices. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth as I tasted myself on his lips.
He pulled away, his eyes meeting mine. “I need to be inside you,” he growled, his cock straining against his pants.
He stripped, his body lean and toned, his cock standing at attention. I licked my lips, my pussy growing wet again at the sight of him.
He leaned in, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss. I could feel his cock pressing against my entrance, and I spread my legs wider, inviting him in.
He entered me slowly, his cock filling me up inch by inch. I let out a low moan, my nails digging into his back as he began to thrust.
His pace quickened, each thrust harder than the last. I could feel another orgasm building, my body tensing as he fucked me harder and harder.
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cried out, my legs shaking as I came again, my pussy clenching around his cock.
He groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his own climax. He filled me up, his hot cum filling me up as he collapsed on top of me.
We lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling in the quiet room.
“That was amazing,” he murmured, his lips finding mine in a gentle kiss.
I smiled, feeling more satisfied than I had in a long time. “Yes, it was.”
