But he wouldn't let me do this for long. He pulled me up by my hair and kissed me, long and hard, as he motioned for me to lay back. Together, we fell to the couch, him on top of me and he kissed my mouth again as he pressed himself against me. I spread my legs and with one hand, he reached down and slipped my panties off – tossing them onto the ever-growing pile of clothing on the floor. Something I took to be the mark of a successful evening.
Before I even had time to ask him to put on a condom, he was inside of me. One thrust and he was sheathed deep inside of me completely, and my eyes nearly bulged out of my head from the surprise. I let out a gasp, but it wasn't a gasp of pain – it was one of complete and utter bliss. All thoughts of condoms and safe sex suddenly evaporated – all thought of anything really – and I was nothing more than a bundle of sensation.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing upward to meet his thrusts. Each and every one of his deep strokes pulled a moan from my throat, and he held himself above me, moving in and out of me like a pro, like a man who really knew his way around a woman's body. He was glistening with sweat, a look of pure rapture upon his face, and his every muscle at work as he fucked me and it was a glorious sight.
His eyes were squeezed nearly shut as he was lost in the moment, but I watched his facial expressions closely, enjoying the look on his face as he fucked me. I could feel myself growing tighter, the pleasure intensifying as I shuddered against him. He was sheathed inside of me, and my muscles clenched tightly around his cock.
“Jesus,” he said, his head falling forward. “You're so fucking tight. I'm not sure how long I can last.”
Truthfully, I wasn't sure either. Not with how fucking amazing he felt inside of me. From the sounds coming from his throat, I knew he was close – so very close – and so was I. But he stopped, suddenly, pulling his dick out of me as he grabbed me by my hair. I was so caught up in the pleasure of the moment, I barely had time to register the fact that he was turning me over until he bent me over the armrest of the couch. My ass was in the air and I looked back at him just as he buried himself deep inside of me again, without so much as a warning.
“Holy fuck,” he said, grabbing onto my ass and lifting me toward him.
My entire body was convulsing by that point. I was a rag doll, entirely at the whim of his movement as he held me there, moving in and out of me with such precision and speed. The sound of our flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room. My mind was spinning and before I knew what was happening, I was gripping onto the couch and holding on for dear life, crying out in pleasure.
“Oh God!” over and over again since I didn't know his name.
His nails were buried into the flesh of my ass as he pummelled himself deep inside of me one last time, sending
my body bucking wildly against him, squirming against him as I came hard. Harder than I had in a long time – if ever.
My whole body felt like it was on fire. I needed this. Oh, God, I needed this tonight. After years of terrible sex with Charlie, to be fucked by someone like this guy – whatever his name was – had been a blessing. More than I'd hoped for when I set out on my mission earlier in the evening. And he was driving me absolutely wild.
I could tell by his frantic, nearly frenzied movements that he was close – and I remembered at the last minute about the lack of a condom. I was on the pill, so pregnancy was not a concern for me. And it was already too late to worry about any diseases really, so I did the only thing I could do – I just pushed myself backward into him, taking him deeper inside of me one last time as he spilled his seed, cumming inside of me with one, long, loud animalistic groan.
And afterward, he just held me there for a few moments, still laying on top of me, still sheathed inside of me. We both relaxed against each other as my heartbeat slowly returned to normal. He gently put my feet back down on the ground and helped me stand up, sliding out of me as I did. His cum slid down my legs as I got to my feet, and I had to admit, it was pretty damn hot.
“Follow me,” he said, taking me by the hand.
“Where are we going?” I asked, my legs feeling a bit wobbly.
“To bed,” he said. “But just to sleep, I swear.”
I wanted to argue with him, to tell him I should get going. Staying overnight with somebody hadn't been my plan, hadn't been what I'd set out to do that evening, and it would be awkward to wake up next to him in the morning. But I was so tired, I wasn't sure I could even get dressed. And sleep, letting my body rest for a bit, sounded absolutely wonderful at the moment.
We curled up, naked, in his bed, our bodies, still slick with the sweat from our exertions, pressed together. He wrapped his arms around my waist as we spooned – an awkward position when you hardly know a person. I appreciated the cuddling, but deep down, it all felt so odd to me. This was the first time I'd ever slept with someone like this – my first one night stand – and I was so confused as to whether this was normal or not. I eventually drifted off to sleep, but I didn't sleep well. I kept waking up disoriented, not sure of where I was at, and feeling out of place.
Eventually, around four that morning, I'd had enough. He was snoring away, in a deep sleep, and I figured it was probably the best time to sneak out. I'd call a cab and catch a ride home before he woke up, sparing us both the awkwardness of the morning after, of having to make conversation. Hell, we didn't even know each other's names – could it be any more awkward?
Before leaving the bedroom, I looked back at him, resting peacefully and had to smile. He was gorgeous, so incredibly sexy, and we'd shared something last night. There was a connection between us – at least on a physical level. Our bodies had communicated in a way that we hadn't been able to verbally.
It was most definitely something I wouldn't soon forget. He'd given me more than an orgasm; he'd helped me realize that there were other men out there. Men who would find me desirable. Sexy, even. Charlie, wasn't it for me, and I deserved better. I could have thanked him for that – but I wasn't going to stick around to do that. I wanted to be long gone before he ever woke up.
I slipped quietly from his bedroom and moved on tiptoes down the hall. I picked up my clothes from the living room floor and quickly got dressed. Once I'd dressed and had slipped out of his house, I'd called for a cab.
Standing on the curb outside, I turned around and admired his house. It really was a magnificent home, and I had to wonder why he was living there all by himself. Unless, of course, he wasn't. Maybe he had a wife who was out of town. I knew absolutely nothing about this man. He very well could have an entire family off at Disneyland for all I knew.
It just didn't add up to me. A guy like him living in a large house like that all by himself? How did he afford it? Why did he choose to live in such a big place all alone?
But I didn't spend too much time questioning it. None of it mattered. After all, I was never going to see him again, so wondering over his living arrangement didn't matter. Once the cab pulled up, I gave the driver my address and felt relief as we drove away. I'd managed to have a night of intense pleasure with no awkwardness after. As much as I'd have loved to fuck him again someday, it just wasn't in the cards.
I didn't have time for a rebound boyfriend, not right now. And I knew better than to expect anything from a guy who takes a girl home to fuck without so much as knowing her name. As nice as he might have seemed – and he did seem nice – he didn't put off the vibe that he wanted something serious.
Which was a blessing because truthfully, neither did I.
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By the time I got home, it was after five in the morning. I groaned when I looked at the clock, realizing that I had to work a few hours later. I put on some coffee and trudged down the hall so I could shower and get ready for the day.