Anticipation

We sat there in an awkward silence, staring at the movie on the screen in front of us, neither of us actually watching the flick. We both knew what was going to happen, both just too nervous to make the first move. After what seemed like a lifetime, he moved in, he slid his arms around me. He smelled of chicken, lemon, and some men stuff, it was strangely sexy. He kissed my cheek, then my ear, then my neck.

A chill ran over my body. I was intoxicated with love for this man. Why did the thought of making love to him scare me so terribly? It had been what I was waiting for since the day I met him. I turned to face him, we kissed, passionately. It was a beautiful kiss. I got lost in his lips, in his arms. I wouldn’t mind staying there for the rest of my existence.

He slipped his hand up my shirt, his fingers cold on my skin, giving my goose bumps as he grabbed my right breast in his hand. He gently squeezed it. Our lips were locked as the smell of love and lust filled the small room. I reached down to his pants, stuck my hand in and was in love with what I found. I grabbed hold of his man-hood, he kissed me harder as I did so. My panties had become moist, he had that affect on me. He was so addicting and I was so in love.

I pulled his shirt up over his head to reveal his manly, hair covered chest. I ran my fingers down it, feeling him. I wanted to feel all of him, memorize every inch of his sexy body. He did the same, slipping my dress up my body over my head before throwing it to the floor.

He kissed my neck as he unhooked my bra, tossing it aside. I pulled away; he looked at me, shocked. I smiled and began kissing his neck and kissing his ear. I could tell by his reaction, he hadn’t had that often, if at all. He sighed with pleasure.

His erection had fully grown, throbbing with sexual desire. He rolled me on my back, sucking on my breasts, licking, kissing down my chest, down my tummy, down to my thighs.

He stopped, grinned up at me and continued down the outsides of my legs, and then up the inside of them. He kissed my pussy. A soft wet kiss, I moaned. He was pleased with himself; he did it again…this time a longer kiss. I was in pure ecstasy.

He used his tongue as he traced the outside of each lip before flicking his tongue over my clit. He licked and kissed my pussy until my juices were running down over my ass cheeks. He came up for breath, wiping his face of my wetness. He slowly came up, kissed me hard of the mouth, sliding his tongue into my mouth.

We continued kissing as I reached down grabbed his dick and rubbed it on my dripping pussy, he bit my bottom lip. He was pulled back, as if to not enter me. Maybe he was teasing me, maybe he was prolonging it.

Regardless, I needed it; I needed to feel him inside me, to feel his thickness filling me, deep in me. I scooted down forcing his cock into me. We both moaned. He pushed himself the rest of the way in stretching my pussy open.

He pulled out as far as he could without taking it out, then shoved it back in. He felt so good inside me, I couldn’t help but to cum. He pounded my pussy harder and harder, I was screaming his name, I ran my nails down his back as I orgasmed. That drove him wild. He went ferociously until he was about to cum, he went to pull out but my legs wrapped around him kept him in.

I felt the heat of his cum shoot through me causing me to climax yet again. Out of breath he rolled off and next to me, he pulled me into his arms, kissed my forehead. We fell asleep, and further into love.