The way he is looking at me or the way he is touching me.
His next lick is slow, and he moves his tongue from side to side as he settles in on my clit. It's a teasing gesture designed to make me insane. He laps at me, twirling his tongue, suckling the hardened nub into his mouth like he knows exactly where to touch me, how to touch me.
One of his thick fingers traces the edges of my entrance, and he slowly eases the digit in, quickly adding a second finger. T pumps in and out of me, his tongue never losing stride. Small little earthquakes of pleasure start quivering inside of me, and I pant desperately, shamelessly grinding my hips into his face, chasing my release.
When the explosion happens, T-Bone doesn't stop. He continues licking me until I beg him to stop, my core fluttering continuously on powerful aftershocks.
I lay in a pile of satiated goo for all of ten seconds. I pull T down for a kiss, letting my hands roam down to cup his cock. He helps me by kicking off his underwear and kneels between my legs.
His erection is impressive, nothing short of a feast for my eyes.
The smooth, silky skin seems to be aching, begging for a release of his own. I close my fingers around the girth and move my hand up in a few motions.
"Shit," I groan, "do you have any condoms?"
A huge grin breaks out on T-Bone's face.
"I'm prepared for any eventuality."
"Are you telling me that you have a condom in those atrocious pants of yours?"
"Wallet, which is in my pants, so, yes."
"I take back every bad thing I have ever said about your pants. Wear them all the time. They are my savior."
T laughs and kisses me sweetly, a smile still playing on his lips. He grabs said condom from the now revered cargo pants. I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom onto his impressive erection. I can't help but lick my lips. He catches me taking him in, and he pumps his hand up the length, his eyes trained on me.
"I want you so fucking much." He hums, kneeling between my legs again.
He runs the tip of his cock along my slit, pulling a shiver of need out of me.
"Mila." My name on his lips is a rumble of pure lust.
"Yes," I say, somehow knowing he was asking for permission.
He sinks into my core in one powerful thrust. He inches back out and moves back in slowly. T draws out every single movement, relishing every single moment. It's written in the fire in his eyes, in the kisses he peppers across my chest.
I let my fingers rove over his muscular back. Every single ridge is a delicious exploration.
I can't help myself. I let my teeth bite down on the corded muscles of his neck. Not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a mark. T roars above me.
"Mila, fuck. You bit me."
"I did," I purr, leaving tiny kisses over the skin.
"You can do that any time you want." He moans, increasing his rhythm.
I wouldn't need to be told twice. Smiling and feeling every little bit the vixen, I nibble on his tender flesh.
"You feel so good, Mila. I just want to stay right here, doing this over and over again."
"We're not even done yet." I moan, arching off the bed when T closes his lips around one of my nipples.
"Don't think we'll ever be." He kisses his away across my chest and laves my other breast with tender attention.
Arching my back, I push my hips off the bed, meeting T thrust for thrust. The tingles start deep inside of me, leaving me more breathless by the second.
It feels so good. It feels so right.
"Mila," he whispers against my neck, sweat beading on his forehead.
I moan my answer, unable to formulate a single coherent thought as he keeps sinking into me over and over again. My fingers dig into his shoulders as my orgasm coils in my core. It starts as a gentle flutter of pure pleasure, builds into a small flame, and slowly it burns brighter, heating my skin with an intoxicating buzz.
The flames grow hotter, and my walls clench around T's cock as I come and mewl his name.
T follows closely, his grasp on my thighs tightening, his thrusts becoming erratic, losing some of his finesse. Above me, T closes his eyes, his shoulders strained as he loses himself to me. My name is on his lips as he roars his release. It's a beautiful, powerful sight to watch a man as formidable as T go over the edge of pleasure because of me.
T collapses next to me, taking care not to crush me, which I appreciate. What I love even more is that he rolls me into his side, nonetheless. He kisses the top of my head softly, and I don't miss the way he inhales deeply. I do the same, committing every single touch and smell to memory.
This wasn't just sex.
This changed something between us, even if we've known each other only a short time. I hug him close, already knowing, deep inside of myself, that T-Bone is mine.
"Well, that will work up an appetite," I tease.
"I'll say," T says, his breathing still labored.
Our first night together is spent making love and feeding each other cold sesame noodles and egg rolls. In the morning, when we finally get to sleep, T-Bone spoons my back to his front and murmurs in my ear, "Go steady with me."
"Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, T-Bone?"
"Yeah," he answers, kissing my shoulder.
"It's very innocent. I like it. It's very you."
"Is that a yes, Mila?"
I turn and kiss him until he
