“You should feel special...youarespecial.”
He stares at me and I stare back at him in silence. I know this thing between us is only physical, but I don't want it to end - I want it to carry on indefinitely - no one has made me feel like he does in a long time. We clicked in bed, and I want to click again - over and over again!
Neither of us speaks as the air between us crackles.
“Fuck it.” He mutters and strides over to me. “Technically, it's still weekend.”
Thank god. “Yeah, it is.”
Relief floods through me as his mouth lands on mine. The thought that this weekend would be a one-off - that I’d never get to do this with him again was scary. He breaks off and kisses down my neck. “No way I want this to end yet - whatever the fuck this is.”
“Me too.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own.
I push away from him slightly, grab a cushion and drop to my knees. My head in line with this crotch, perfect. I unfasten his jeans, slide down the zipper and push his jeans down his hips with his boxer briefs. His dick is already hard, and he takes a sharp breath in as his cock springs free.
He’s looking down at me, eyes hooded - his chest is moving up and down rapidly.
I dart my tongue over the head of his cock as I firmly take hold.
“Christ, Sophie.” He mutters. His hand falls on the back of my head.
I slide my mouth over him, taking as much of him in as I can, revelling in how good I'm making him feel. I move my mouth up and down his shaft, pre-cum beads on the tip, and I lick it off. I can't get enough of him - and he is perfect -everywhere. I move my hand up and down his shaft in rhythm to my mouth, and I feel him get harder and pulse into my mouth. I'm getting wet, loving that I'm doing this to him, the anticipation of when I get him inside me.
His hand puts pressure on the back of my head. I know that he’s close to losing control as I feel his hips thrust slightly into my mouth.
“I need you to stop. I'm getting close...I’m gonna come.”
He withdraws and pulls me up to my feet. “Bend over the couch.”
I just got wetter! Like I'm going to argue with that. I stand up and thank my lucky stars that I wore a skirt today. I bend over as he asks, and I feel him yanking my underwear down. I need to feel him now.
“Hurry up, Dec. I need you inside me.”
“Need a condom.”
I go to stand up.
“No, stay there. Don't you dare move; I’ll be back.”
He returns quickly and tears open the foil wrapper. Surprisingly, I feel his finger slide into my slick wet. I am so ready for him - no preparation required.
“Jesus, you're so wet.”
“Fuck me already.”
He chuckles, but it sounds pained. The next thing I feel is him at my entrance. He inches in - stays there for a second - then surges in, jolting my body forward. Oh, this is exquisite. I need this in my life every single day.
“Oh god,yesDec.”
He grabs hold of my hips, slides out and rams back into me again. I hear how wet I am as he slides in and out of me. It’s almost embarrassing how turned on I am by him. He fills me entirely - I can feel every inch of him - he’s so big, stretching me to the hilt.
“You feel so fucking good.”
Our movements get primal as he fucks me, bent over on the couch. Ploughing into me as he holds onto my hips, I feel like I'm going to split in two.
“Touch yourself, baby. I'm getting close.”
I do as he says and brace myself on one arm as I reach down between my legs. I reach further back and feel him sliding in and out of me. It’s the sexiest thing ever and enough to make me almost come immediately. I side forward and rub my clit - with the force of him shunting into me, I come immediately with no warning.
