“Where’s the bedroom?” Michael asked. When his eyes met mine, they were full of need. My stomach burned, and a wave of desire flooded between my legs.
“Come here.” I groaned and kissed him again, my lips working furiously against his.
His tongue slid in my mouth, and I could taste the wine from dinner. It fueled my desire even more as I led him backward toward my bedroom.
I’d never slept with a man on a first date before. I’d never even come close, but with Michael, I didn’t want to stop. His hands were all over my body, cascading down my back, tightening around my waist, sliding over my butt. He had touched every inch of me, and it still wasn’t enough. I cursed the light fabric of my blue dress, hating that it separated me from his fingertips.
I kicked open the door to my bedroom and pulled Michael inside by his tie. He grinned at me slyly, his eyes trailing down my body. I could feel his gaze as sharp as a burning flame. It whipped over my breasts and stomach, down to my legs. He wanted me, and that was enough to send me reeling.
My hands flew to his tie, loosening it quickly. I pulled it over his head, leaning forward to kiss his neck while I unbuttoned his shirt. I couldn’t stop. My body had taken control, and I wasn’t complaining. The sounds that came from Michael’s throat when I kissed his chest were enough to make my legs tremble with desire.
“God, I want you,” Michael groaned.
I threw his shirt off his shoulders and wrapped my arms around his neck again. Our kiss was more intense, and his lips didn’t slow for a single second, and neither did his hands. He kissed me hard and fast, reaching around my back to unzip my dress. I moaned when his hands touched my bare skin. This was the moment I’d been waiting for all night.
Michael’s fingertips were rough on my back, but they felt amazing. He unhooked my bra and slipped both it and my dress down my body. In seconds, I was standing before him, wearing nothing but a pair of lacy blue panties. They matched my dress, but when I got ready earlier that evening, I never imagined Michael would see them.
Still, I didn’t want him to stop. I longed to feel his fingers and lips on every inch of my skin.
“You’re gorgeous.” Michael’s voice was low and sexy as he looked me up and down.
My lips were still tingling from our kiss, and my chest was rising and falling with every labored breath. He was staring at me with so much desire that I felt yet another wave flood between my legs. My panties were soaked, and when I glanced down at Michael’s pants, I saw that he was already rock hard.
I reached forward and grabbed him by the belt, yanking him closer as I quickly worked his pants off his body. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling my head back just enough for him to attack my neck with his lips.
“Oh god,” I mumbled as his tongue lashed against my skin.
He pushed me backward until I bumped into the bed. In one motion, we fell over, and Michael pinned me down with his strong body. I moaned as his lips moved lower, his tongue teasing my nipples one at a time.
I writhed beneath him, lifting my hips to grind against his dick. He grunted, thrusting forward and quickly losing control.
Unable to wait another second, Michael ripped my panties off my body and threw them to the side. His boxers followed close behind, and soon, he was staring down at me while I stroked his thick cock in my hands.
“Fuck.” His voice was deep with desire as he twitched in my hand.
“Condoms are in the drawer,” I said, pointing to my bedside table, silently thanking God that I even still had the damn things.
Michael flew forward. He tore open the top drawer and grabbed a condom. I barely knew what was happening as he adjusted me beneath him and slid the condom over his length. My head was spinning, and my heart was pounding in my chest.
I could feel my wetness dripping onto the bed. I wanted him so badly. I’d never felt such a primal, animalistic need before. I had to feel him inside of me.
Michael didn’t make me wait long. He positioned himself above me. All the urgency drained from his body as he stared into my eyes. My room was dark, but I could still make out the dark blue of his eyes as he slid forward and buried his cock deep inside me.
“Oh,” I gasped and lifted myself to meet him. He grunted and slowly rocked his hips back and forth.
I could tell he was trying to take his time, giving me a chance to get used to it, but that wasn’t what I wanted. My body took over. I rammed my hips upward, slamming into him and making him groan with pleasure.
Michael gripped my hips hard, pulling me to him and pounding into me roughly. All he needed was my silent okay for him to lose control completely. He fucked me hard, making me cry out with pleasure and hold tight to the bedsheets.
My first orgasm built quickly and spilled over even faster. My knuckles were white as I held onto the sheets for dear life. My moans were deep and earth-shattering. I didn’t bother to hold back. My legs trembled, and my pussy tightened around Michael’s dick.
“Holy shit.” He groaned and pulled out of me for a split second.
In one quick motion, Michael pulled me up and positioned me on his lap. We held onto each other while I slid down on top of him. He buried his face in my chest, kissing and biting my tits hungrily. I groaned and threw my head back, bouncing my ass up and down while he squeezed it roughly.
It wasn’t long before I felt my second orgasm coming. I tried to hold back, but when Michael bit down on my nipple, I came undone.
“Fuck!” I screamed and rode him harder, bucking up and down and crying out with renewed pleasure.