All I want to do is taste her.
I look up and our eyes meet. This is the woman I want. It’s physical, but it’s emotional too.. I love the way her body shapes to match mine. How our breathing matches. She trusted me from the moment our eyes met. She still trusts me.
I pull down her panties and she gasps like she’s in shock.
“You are beautiful,” I groan. My cock is throbbing. My underwear is on the floor. I pull her panties down to her ankles and now she is naked. I stare down at her body. I’m mesmerized.
“Irwin…” she says my name softly. She can’t wait. I can’t wait either.
I touch her between her legs and she rolls her hips, arching herself upwards. My thumb finds her swollen clit. She’s so wet already. She wants me like I want her.
While my thumb strokes her clit, my middle finger slides into her pussy. Her body sucks me in. So tight and deliciously wet.
“Oh my God!” she cries out while she trembles underneath me. I use my other hand to pin down her leg, stretching her open wide for me.
My finger thrusts in and out of her and then I move my mouth towards her. My tongue finds that sweet swollen spot of hers and she cries out with pleasure again. She tastes better than anything I’ve tasted before.
And now I’m hungry for more.
Cleo
My body is trembling, my legs are flung wide open. I stare up at the ceiling. Irwin returns from a different room, with a wrapped condom in his hand. He is completely naked with a body that looks like it was chiseled from marble by a sculptor.
He is perfect. Why does he want me? What does he see in me?
But all those self doubts melt away when he covers me with his body. His cock is swinging big and strong between his legs. He stretches on top of me and I can feel myself sinking further into the couch.
He plants his arms on either side of me. The condom is on. He is ready. So am I. The first few minutes after we got here were a haze. It was like our bodies were out of control. But now we are moving to a soft slow rhythm.
He kisses me again. I wrap my arms around his neck. I’m enjoying the taste of him. The pressure and heaviness of his body on top of mine is irresistible. I feel safe here. Even though we just met, there is something about the way he touches me that makes me feel like this is meant to be.
And just like that, he’s inside me. Irwin pushes his cock into me and I sigh, pulling my mouth away from him. I’m gripping his strong muscular shoulders, my eyes are pressed shut. He goes slow at first. Inch by inch, filling me up.
Then my eyes fly open and I stare at him. There is a dark desire on his face. He wants to make me come.
Irwin starts moving. We groan and sigh together as our bodies pick up a steady matching rhythm. He is so deep inside me.
When he wedges a hand between us so he can reach my clit again, I know it’s game-over. The touch of his thick fingers on my clit is all I need to come. To push me over the edge.
We move together fast. Faster now. The couch is shaking under us. In and out. Our bodies slap together. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer and closer to me. His fingers do their magic on my clit and now I’m coming with an intensity I didn’t know existed. It’s like an explosion.
I hear him grunt and his thrusts become harder. More wild. I feel his quick release at the same time my orgasm takes over.
Everything is a blur. My toes curl. I’m digging my nails into his back. This is too much…I don’t even deserve this kind of happiness.
His cock is so big inside me. I could come again. He hasn’t stopped stroking me. I want to feel like this forever. I feel fulfilled and then slowly, bit by bit, I realize I’m floating back down to Earth.
Irwin
I want us to stay like this, wrapped up in each other’s arms.
When I first saw Cleo walk into the bar, I wasn’t expecting the night to take this turn. One-night-stands are a concept I am more than familiar with; but it is not something I wanted to experience with Cleo. I don’t want pleasure like this to be snatched away from me after only one night.
Now that she is here, in my apartment, now that I have tasted a slice of her, I can’t get enough. I need her to stay here with me.
But she is already putting her clothes on. I pull up my pants and sit on the couch. Elbows on my knees, watching her zip up that beautiful black dress.
“I should…head out. I need to figure out some stuff,” she says and I notice how she’s not meeting my eyes.
“Where are you going to go?” I ask. I don’t have the full story on what’s going on between Marsha and her, but I have heard enough to piece together a few things. She’s running out of options to keep her afloat.
She runs a hand through her blond curls, arranging them on her shoulders.
“I’m going to go pick up my stuff from Marsha’s place first, and then I need to look for a place to stay.”
“Stay here,” I say. I know it sounds sudden and out of the blue to her, but it isn’t. I knew from the moment we met that I wanted something more from her than one night of intensity.. I know I want her here. There is no question about it.
Cleo’s blue eyes widen.
“We just met…this was…this was fun but…”
“But what?”
“We just
