“Don’t think too long.” He growled as he pulled his pants down and threw them on the ground. Now he was lying next to me in only a pair of white briefs and I wasn’t sure if I could stand it. “So what’s your favorite position?” He asked me softly as he rolled over on his side and stared at me, his fingers running down the side of my body.
“Huh?” I swallowed hard, gazing up at him, as my body trembled at his touch.
“Your favorite position.” He smiled down at me sweetly. “You have beautiful brown eyes. You know that right?”
“Uhm, thanks.” I touched his cheek. “And you have gorgeous green eyes, that sometimes look blue and sometimes look black.”
“Like water on a dark troubled night?” He studied my face for a few seconds and then smiled.
“No, I was more thinking of blue purple violets on an Autumn day.” I stroked his cheek. “Or a forest at midnight.”
“Nah, there’s nothing fall-like about me. I’m all stormy troubled waters.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Troubled, troubled waters.” He muttered against my lips as his hand slid down my legs.
I didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. I mean what was the point? We weren’t here to get to know each other. I wasn’t his therapist and he wasn’t my boyfriend. This wasn’t some deep, meaningful night. This was about having fun. I ran my fingers down his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing into me hard and I groaned.
“Do that again.” He muttered as his fingers played with my breasts.
“Do what again?” I squirmed against him and moaned.
“That.” He growled and pulled away from me. I watched as he pulled his briefs off and his hardness sprung out of his briefs, powerful and confident. I shouldn’t have been surprised at how thick and hard it looked, but I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips. “You like?” He grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t think I can lie.” I giggled as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness between my legs.
“You’re so wet.” He groaned as I rubbed myself back and forth on him.
“Shh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “No more talking.”
“No more talking?” His eyes narrowed.
“No more talking.” I put my finger against his lips. “Just make love to me.”
“Make love to you?” He smirked as his hands made their way to my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them together softly.
“Fuck me.” I whispered down at him as I continued my slow grind on top of him.
“Fuck you?” He smirked.
“Yes.” I nodded with a small smile. “That’s what you wanted right?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead he reached to the nightstand and grabbed a packet and ripped it open. I watched him pull the condom out and I moved to the side so that he could slide it on. I stared at him then, pushed his hands back to the mattress and moved forward and up, sitting down gently on him, my eyes never leaving his, as he filled me up. In that moment, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. I felt like I was flying, soaring through the sky and nothing could stop me. I moved back and forth gently, but he wasn’t having any of that. His hands moved my hips back and forth quickly so that I was truly riding him like some sort of Texas Cowgirl.
The rest of the night passed in a blur of different positions. I’d never been with a man that could get hard again so quickly after orgasming. He was like Superman. I’d have to nickname him Superman with the miracle tongue. He had me on the bed, on the couch, in the shower, on the floor. He fucked me hard, slow and in-between. He pleasured me with his fingers, his tongue and his cock and I screamed and shouted as if I were on a rollercoaster; which I suppose I was. I was on the rollercoaster ride of my life. I knew I’d be sore the next day, but I didn’t care. We finally fell asleep at about four am. I awoke at five, needing to go to the bathroom and that’s when I decided to leave. I grabbed my dress and pulled it on slowly as I stared at his sleeping body on the bed. He was a fine specimen of a man. And he was obviously a dog if he was so quick to have a one night stand, but I knew that was unfair of me as I’d chosen to have a one night stand as well. I crept out of his room, feeling high on life and incredibly satisfied. I’d had my first one night stand and it had been everything I’d thought it would be. In fact, it had been even better than I had thought it would be. I wished I could tell my ex Shane about what I’d done. I wanted to call him and tell him that he’d been wrong about me. I wasn’t a prude. I wasn’t scared of sex. I was a confident, sexy woman. I’d just fucked a hot stranger and felt like a million bucks. I wasn’t ashamed at all. I didn’t even care that I didn’t know his name and it didn’t matter. I’d never see him again. I’d gotten mine and he’d gotten his and now we could both move on with our lives.