He pauses for a few minutes, just looking. My pussy shivers, getting wetter by the second.
His hands go away for a second. Then, he leans over me.
“Open your mouth.”
Intrigued, I do as he says while closing my eyes.
He places one of the fancy chocolates on my tongue.
“Suck on it…slowly.”
He runs his hands down my body and grips my ass as he goes down on his knees. Then, he starts eating me out, slowly at first, then faster. He grips my cheeks and pushes his tongue down to the clit, then back up to my pussy, mouthing into the slit.
The chocolate on my tongue and the fixed attention on my pussy is too much, and when he sticks two fingers in, I come like a fucking waterfall. My entire body shakes, and I collapse against the back of the sofa, trying to swallow my chocolate and to remember how to breathe.
Just as I think this can’t get any hotter, I feel him stand up, and his cock starts pushing at my wet pussy. I’m still shuddering from before, but the arousal is rising again.
“Put it in!” I grip the lounge with both hands, bracing myself. “Fuck me hard!”
He slides in slowly for the first stroke. He waits until he has pushed his way in, right to the hilt, as if he wants to learn the shape of my cunt.
I feel my pussy constricting around him, and he moans. I gasp, starting to writhe, just a little.
He starts thrusting, hard and fast. His hips slam into me, and I brace myself firmly against the couch to give as good as I get. He groans, cock pumping in and out, harder and faster than I have ever been fucked before.
Deep tremors from inside me shudder the length of his cock, gripping and slipping against his hard thrusts. He puts both hands on my hips and rams me with sharp, fast strokes until he comes, cock jerking as he pours hot cum deep inside me.
He collapses on top of me for a moment, both of us breathing hard, before he falls on to the couch. He lies back, looking magnificent in all his muscled glory, cock still standing tall and glistening.
I pour him some champagne and hand him the glass, placing a strawberry in his mouth. He chews it down, juice running over his lip as he takes a sip of champagne.
“This really fixed my day. I don’t suppose you have any oil? I could really use a rubdown.”
With an excited shriek, I leap up and run to the bathroom. I grab the bottle of sweet-smelling oil and a couple of silk scarves.
I dance back to the lounge and show him the oil. “Ready when you are, babe.”
He looks at me like I’m a dream come true.
I grin, secretly thinking of what I’m going to do to him, the scarves hidden behind my back.
“You are a magnificent woman.”
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet. The bedroom’s just through there. I’ll follow you in.” I bat my eyelashes at him innocently. “Leave your work phone out here, though. I’d hate for you to get…all tied up.”
Alexis and WineBar #11
I must have drank until I passed out. I don’t know how many bottles of wine I went through with my friend but it was enough that I woke up with cotton mouth and a pounding headache.
I found out that WineBar had gotten drunk with his friends.
Two days later, he was on a flight to Miami.
And I cried.
I loved him.
This was the man that had driven me around my city, showing me parts of it that I had never known.