My cheeks get full and red. His hands feel great. I want them everywhere.
I love that he asked me what I wanted, instead of me having to shout over the crowd. I pretend in my head that he did this on purpose in order for me to save my voice, exclusively for him to listen to later, screaming his name. If I had the chance, I know I would. Our attraction was obvious from the start � and now we�re here, ordering drinks and having dinner. I want him in my home, his face between my legs, looking up into my eyes, ticking off the neighbors in my building with my moaning. I hope I�m not moaning right now. He notices me staring and gives me a warm smile that lets me know he�s confident enough to let me keep looking. In fact, he is still looking at me. His eyes move down to my lips and he leans into me.
Lord, he smells great. It�s clean and manly and a little spicy. I don�t know what it is, but I think it makes me dizzy. It must be the kiss. It is careful and soft and curious. Like he was introducing my mouth to his.
He never hesitated. He paid for the drinks and we left them on the bar.
As I am fishing for my keys, the breath from his mouth is on my neck. It�s warmth makes my eyes blink slowly and blood race. He is mine.
We enter my apartment, and he sweeps me into his arms with his eyes steady resting on mine. He has no idea how wet I am. Just him being here, wanting me so much. I am his.
I�m on the bed and he takes care unbuttoning my crisp, white shirt. He lets out a sigh, like he just found a treasure and begins kissing his lips to my neck and down to my stomach. The whole time, his hands carefully move all over my legs. I might faint.
My legs are aching from his touch in the most eager way. I can�t stop gasping for air.
My pants come down and my stockings with them. He gets up, still looking at me on the bed and briskly undresses himself.
I enjoy every moment of the torture he is going through not being able to touch me right now. I actually feel thankful he was on the train today and now in my room, ready to please me.
His body is not perfect, but it is gorgeous. Every line on him is strong and defined, but he looks so soft. I want to feel him against me.
He comes towards me and I can hear him breathing me in as he descends into the bed.
Our hands are exploring each other as we kiss and neck and nibble. His hands are around my back and he pulls me closer to him. Our lips touch, our chests touch, our legs touch and his right hand is between my legs, claiming their prize.
As he sighs, he tells me how wet I am.
I turn on my back and he follows me like we were dancing. Our bodies never lost touch. He knows what I want and I know he wants it too.
He slides graciously down and is buried in my pussy.
I want to scream. His mouth is hungry and slow.
I need him in me now. He looks up at me and all I can say is �please�.
He doesn�t tease me; he listens and gives me what I want.
The first thrust is always the best and I felt every pore in my body exclaim. We exclaimed all night.
In the morning, there were no questions. He let himself out quietly while I was asleep, the deep sleep of exhaustion, and left me a note.
Oh great, a note. I want to throw it out and never read it. I can only imagine what it could say and I can�t think of one thing I want to read that would be left in a note after a night of window-shattering sex. Please, don�t let him ruin this for me��
Oh. This man is perfect.
�Be right back with breakfast my Darling.�
12:57 PM - Thursday, Jul. 22, 2004
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