My eyes were at the level of his cock, his undoubtedly large prick tenting the front of his dark, well-tailored slacks. I wanted him between my legs, but first, I wanted a taste. I quickly undid his belt and opened it, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants with one fell swoop. With a quick glance up, a most naughty expression on my face, I exposed the dark blue boxer briefs he had on underneath.
“What’ve you got on your mind?” he asked, glancing down at me.
“I could tell you. But I’d rather show you.”
“Mmm. It’s tempting. But I don’t think I can wait any more to be inside you.”
“Just a little longer. Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but before he could utter a single word, I pulled down his boxer briefs and wrapped my fingers around his cock.
“Wow…” I couldn’t help myself. I’d sensed that Valentino was packing, but I hadn’t been prepared for what I had in front of me at that moment. He was long and thick, so big I could hardly wrap my fingers around him.
“You alright down there?” he asked, a small smile on his face that suggested he enjoyed my reaction.
“Oh yeah, I’m good.” I flashed him one more grin before turning my attention back to his cock. Once I’d gotten over the shock of how damn big it was, my mouth began to water at the sight of it. I squared my shoulders, ready to wrap my lips around the biggest dick I’d ever encountered.
I moved toward him, taking Valentino’s head into my mouth and forming a tight seal with my lips. Just as I’d anticipated, he tasted heavenly, his flavor washing over my palate, musky and delicious. The head of his cock alone was nearly enough to fill my mouth.
Valentino growled with pleasure, however, letting me know that I was on the right track. I glanced up at him with smiling eyes, letting him get a good look at the sight of me with a mouthful of him. After a couple of seconds, I brought my eyes back to his cock and moved my mouth down, lashing his head and shaft with my tongue as I descended.
It would’ve been impossible to take all of him down my throat, but I did my best, making it about halfway before I needed to come back up. I let him fall out of my mouth, stroking him with my right hand and covering his head with licks and kisses before taking him into me one more time.
I got into the rhythm of it, growing accustomed to the size of him in my mouth. I went up and down, cradling his balls with my left hand as I stroked him with my right. Looking up at him rewarded me with the sexiest sight ever, his dark eyes gazing down at me, his mouth tight with pleasure. I’d only known the man for a few hours, but already I loved the feeling of pleasuring him. He slipped his big hand into my hair, guiding me up and down his cock a few more times.
Slowly, he pulled me away from his length. I adjusted my mouth, my jaw a bit sore from the work.
“That feel good?” I asked.
“It was perfect. Now, come here.”
He spoke so evenly and calmly that there was no way to resist him, nor did I want to. I rose to my feet, my eyes level with his chest. Valentino didn’t say a word before leaning in and kissing me long and deep, moving his hands over my upper body and then downward to the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, then tossing it onto the floor.
Valentino chuckled as he saw the black racerback bra underneath.
“Were you dressing for a flight or for the gym?”
I laughed. “One and the same, you know? Athleisurewear’s as comfy as it gets.”
“Well, you look damn good in it. But I’d rather see you in nothing at all.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
He answered my question with swift action, removing my bra, then tossing it to the floor, as well. Taking both breasts into his hands, he flicked his tongue over my nipples, sucking each one until they turned hard. I shuddered and moaned, letting my head hang back as I ran my hands through his hair.
The way he touched me was so sensual, so perfect, that I wondered if I might be able to come again just from the way he sucked my breasts. Before I could find out, he stood up straight and hooked his thumbs under the waistband of my yoga pants, pulling them down. I had on a simple pair of black, hipster panties, nothing sexy or fancy.
“Sorry,” I said, glancing down. “I would’ve worn something a little sexier had I known that I’d be getting into bed with a guy I met on my flight.”
He grinned that gorgeous grin. “You can’t help but be sexy.”
His words melted me and turned me on even more than I already was. Valentino closed the distance between us, putting his hands on my hips and guiding me toward the bed. I sat back onto it, and he followed, moving over top of me as I laid back.
Hovering over me, he grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them down, a shudder of anticipation moving through me as I was stripped to nakedness. He looked me up and down, as if he wanted to commit every square inch of my body to memory.
I looked up at him as I fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, giving his hard cock a quick feel as I reached the bottom button.
He sat up, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. His body was unreal—a shredded torso and strong, broad shoulders, with a sculpted chest and abs that looked like they’d been carved out of marble. I could tell from feeling through his shirt how big and strong his arms were, but seeing them bare like that, his biceps thick and his forearms deliciously ropey, made my heart skip a beat.
