His playful smile turns into something hungry. He slowly makes his way toward me, stalking me as though I were his prey. I tremble, but not out of fear. I realize suddenly just how much I want this. He reaches for the buttons of my dress. He takes his time undoing them, one by one. It slips off my shoulders, down my hips, and pools on the floor at my feet, leaving me in my black panties and bra. I'm glad to have at least worn a matching set, and a nice one at that.
He takes in all my curves and trails his finger lightly along the skin on my stomach. I shiver, covered in goosebumps.
Taking me by the hand, he pulls me into a kiss. First kisses can often be awkward. There's a practice-makes-perfect nuance that comes with time. You have to learn each other's technique, find your rhythm. At least that's how it has been for me with past experiences. Not with Max. Our kiss is as fluid as if it had been choreographed, as if we've had years of practice. Damn, he's good at it. His lips are soft, but demanding. With his teeth, he nibbles and bites my bottom lip, then soothes it with the tip of his warm, wet tongue. My breathing comes faster. Both of his hands are on me now. One is tangled in my hair, holding me in place while the other explores, moving further down my belly. He toys around the edge of my belly button and slowly makes his way down to the waistband of my panties. His fingers slip beneath the elastic.
Holy shit, this is happening. Of course, that was the plan all along, but I just assumed something would get in the way: he'd change his mind, or wouldn't be into it, or maybe some kind of divine intervention-something.
But no. This is not a drill. It's really fucking happening and my body is thanking the hell out of Kia right about now. He hasn't even touched me in any real sexual way yet and already my panties are soaked through. It's been a long time since I've done this and he may have just woken a sleeping giant that has been lying dormant inside of me.
I grab the hem of his shirt and lift it over his head, marveling at this gorgeous man with a body that looks as though it's been forged out of steel. His skin is sun-kissed and smooth, abs ridged with hard muscle. I want to lick every inch of him.
He kisses me again. Soon it becomes untamable. Our bodies come together, heated and angry. Like I said, hate sex is the best.
He lays me on the couch and strips off my panties and bra. His tongue rolls lazy circles around my hard nipple. He sucks it into his mouth, then moves to the other, giving it a proper amount of attention. This seems to get him really worked up. He kisses each part of my body, pausing in this frenzy to take in the whole picture. Liking what he sees, he lets out a growl of approval and moves his head between my legs. My last boyfriend hated going down on me so he never did it. I'm not used to someone's face being in that area and I feel a little panicked. Max, on the other hand, seems to be starving for it. He pushes my knees to my chest then spreads them apart so that I'm fully exposed to him. There's nothing of me that he can't see. Normally I'm far too self-conscious for this kind of thing during a first encounter, but I want it so bad right now that I'm open to anything-literally.
"You're so wet," he says as he strokes my outer lips with his fingers.
I close my eyes, revel in the feel of it, how his touch kind of tickles and covers me in goosebumps. Every part of me begs to be entered, but I also like the way he teases me.
He goes from softly touching the skin to massaging it. He's driving me crazy and I can feel myself getting even wetter to the point where I'm dripping. It's almost painful how much I want him right now. The places where he was massaging, he starts to nibble on with the tips of his teeth, then sucks the skin into his mouth. He sucks on it for a while then pulls away with a pop. Feels like all the blood in my body has settled into that one part and I'm living for it. That's when his tongue finally touches my clit for the first time and nearly sends me out of my mind. I try not to be loud; I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing the effect he's having on me. He was such a dick when we met, so cocky and unbearable. He wasn't supposed to be this good. People with attitude problems are usually trying to overcompensate for something. Apparently, not Max. Maybe he's so good with his mouth because he has to compensate for something else being too small. I guess we'll see.
He has my whole clit in his mouth now, nursing on it like he did my nipple and suddenly my brain goes numb and empty, and my mouth opens and I'm moaning, begging for him not to stop. And like the gentleman he definitely isn't, he stops.
"No! Why are you stopping?" I ask, raising my head off the couch cushion to look down at the amazing, infuriating creature between my legs.
That cocky smile is back. "I thought I'd make you beg for it a little."
"This is me begging for it."
"Not good enough."
His fingers spread the wetness around, down the crack of my ass, playing with my back entrance without actually entering. Right now, I would let him. I'd let him do anything to me.
I'm panting, aching to have his fingers inside me to the point where it literally hurts; the female equivalent to blue balls, but in the best way possible. I don't mind a little pain in bed as long as the reward for enduring it is worth it in the end.
"Please," I say, my voice barely a whisper.
His smile widens until he's showing off those pretty white teeth of his. Then two of his fingers slip inside of me. I gasp and spread myself further apart for him so that he can go as deep as the length of his fingers will allow, which are pretty long. At first, he's just sliding in and out, and my pussy is making sexy squelching sounds, but then he hooks them and my eyes roll back as he massages my g-spot.
My legs start to tremble. Seeing the quake in my body, he starts to finger-fuck me at break-neck speed. My head is hitting the back of the firm couch, but I don't care. I can't even feel it. The entire couch is creaking and whining as if it were having its own orgasm. I'm sure everyone downstairs in the tattoo shop is getting an earful, but again, I don't care.
My orgasm explodes like a bomb and it destroys me. I scream, a short burst of sound, unable to help myself, but it soon fades into a long grown as the last of the quake leaves my body and I'm nothing more than a puddle on the cushions
He doesn't allow me to recover. Instead, he strips off his clothes and puts a condom on so fast, if I blinked I might have missed it. I barely get to inspect the goods before he pushes into me. I cry out. Even after being stretched and punished by his fingers, there's still enough feeling there to know this guy is no slouch in the size department. His horrible attitude wasn't overcompensating for anything after all.
He pushes all the way into me until there's nowhere left to go. It's the most satisfying, full feeling. As he slides in and out of me, he takes turns between sucking my nipples and kissing my lips. When he holds my face in his hands and stares into my eyes, something changes. I wouldn't call it a connection, really, but that infuriating cockiness is gone. It goes from a hate-fuck to just a really passionate hook-up.
He kisses me gently on the lips and the tip of my nose. Really, how can I hate him after that? This goes on for the longest time, and for a while it feels as though we're making love. But I know that's not what this is. I don't know this man. We just met. Whatever this is, it's something else. Whatever this is, I can't get enough.
This slow, sweet sex starts to get heated again as he thrusts faster. He pulls out suddenly and rolls me onto my stomach. With my face in one of the decorative pillows with a picture of an anchor on it-that smells wonderful, by the way-he slams into me from behind and I scream out in pleasure. He thrusts so hard I can feel it in every part of my body. I push back into him, wanting more.
"You're a greedy little girl, aren't you?" he says, toying with me again, acting like he's about to pull out.
He kisses my back, and licks his way up my spine until his warm lips are on my ear and I can feel his breath. "You want more, don't you?" he says.
Hardly able to get words out, I say, "I want it all."
He laughs a quiet, lust-filled sound and slams into me again. Over and over until I'm screaming for it, taking inch by delicious inch, begging him not to stop as a second orgasm takes hold. This time I'm not able to recover as quickly. My knees are shaking, my energy spent. When it finally rolls away, I'm lying there, useless. Max has to do all the work. He rolls me onto my side and enters me from behind. He squeezes my breasts and pinches my nipples.
"You okay?" he asks playfully.
I'm more than okay. I'm having sex with a man I thought I could only have in my dreams, and I just had the two best orgasms of my life.
"I want more," I say.