Diary of Descent

This entry is late as I was otherwise engaged last night! I don't know where to start! It was amazing ... and also different! My head is in a whirl. I'll start at the beginning.

Dinner was lovely, but I was so infused with tension that it's a bit of a blur. As we left, I was pleasantly fuzzy with wine, but I'd been careful not to get too drunk. He walked me home as usual and as he leaned to kiss me goodbye, I plucked up the courage to ask him in.

That smile! A huge grin spread his face. "I would love that" is all he said. I was shaking slightly as I lead him in, but his arm snaked round my waist to steady me. We entered without speaking and as soon as we reached the living room he steered me towards the nearest wall. He waited till my back was pressed against it and then looked me in the eyes. I remember his words exactly. "I would like to kiss you properly now".

He paused for a moment waiting for a signal from me. I nodded or gave an awkward smile, I might even have said something, I was like an excited schoolgirl. Then he gently put a hand to my neck and drew my chin towards him. He kissed me so deeply that I kinda flopped in his arms. He felt hungry but also controlled. Like he wanted to devour me, but he was holding himself back.

I don't know how long we kissed for. I got lost in the way his lips, his body, melded with mine. Some part of me was desperate to impress despite my near state of delirium. I started fumbling with his trousers (bloody tight jean buttons) and when he broke off the kiss, I found myself woozily attempting to kneel.

He stopped me with a finger under my chin and said something about how he would love to feel my lips, but he had other priorities. Before I replied, he had scoped one arm underneath me, taking my legs and spinning my world on its axis. He carried me effortlessly towards the open door to the bedroom. As he reached the bed he readjusted me. He spun me to face him, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. His hands cupped my butt, parting my cheeks (and lips!) slightly as I settled, and his tongue darted into my mouth. Another long kiss ensued. Part way through I found we were falling onto the bed. As we tumbled, we remained locked defiance of gravity and without breaking our kiss I suddenly found his weight on top of me.

When he eventually pulled away from my lips, he made sure his lips were never far from my skin. He trailed kisses down my neck and exposed shoulder. He fingers kneaded me hungrily as he searched for skin to kiss. Confounded by my dress, he moved lower and hiked my dress up exposing my panties.

In other circumstances I would have been disappointed with the lack of regard he paid to my (best!) lingerie, but such was his urgency that they were pulled quickly down and discarded. Only then did he slow. He knelt between my legs. His lips were barely a centimetre from my skin. Every so often he brushed my upper thighs with his lips but nothing more. I could feel the faint gust from his breath breezing between my legs. Each gust brought a cold jolt of pleasure. I could feel my wetness acutely as his warm breath stroked my folds.

I don't know how long he stayed like that. I wanted to grab his head. To buck up towards him. To grind his face into me. But something stopped me. Stopped me from complaining or asking for more. I just lay there still, moaning gently, waiting for him to make his move. My body grew more and more tense with excitement and anticipation. I could feel my muscles clenching with excitement, my breath catching. Then he dived in.

It took me completely by surprise, suddenly his mouth was around my clit. Cupping it with his lips. Gently sucking in and out. A wave went through me, and I shook with a loud cry. It was pure movie stuff. I was out of my head making load, animal noises. I was writhing around in what I'm sure must have looked like such a cliched way. Before too long I was on the brink of a huge orgasm. And then he stopped ....!

This is where things got weird/interesting (I haven't decided yet). He just stopped! I was gasping. He looked down at me with a wicked glint in his eye. He asked me if I was up for trying something a little kinky. Said he had quite a bit of experience being a dominant! He asked if I was up for trying to be submissive! I was ready to agree to anything at this point, I was drooling with lust!

He told me that I didn't have permission to cum and that he was going to keep the frustration building. He said if it ever got too much I should say the safe word "watermelon!". I mean wtf! But I couldn't bring myself to say it, even after his tongue had taken me to the edge 4 more times. At this point I was a quivering puddle of sex, barely coherent. He looked at me with a self-satisfied grin and then with absolute sincerity he told I was "beautiful!". Fuck! If possible, I melted even more.

He told me he wanted to fuck me. I gave out some sort of puppyish yelp / wimp of encouragement as he undressed if front of me. God what a specimen. Lean, toned, with prominent but not huge muscles, there was something panther like about him. His cock was, well a cock. I've never found them particularly attractive, but it was large enough, and at that moment it was the most engrossing thing in the world. He took an eternity to put a condom on. Finally, he positioned himself onto of me with the tip nudging my opening.

He leant down to kiss me again, I could taste myself all over his lips, and as I leant into the kiss, he pushed his length smoothly inside me till his pubic bone lit up my clit like a light bulb! He started these long, slow thrusts. I felt wonderfully full and the rhythmic grinding against my clit was driving me wild. I still don't know why I didn't shout "Watermelon" at the top of my lungs. Something held me back. I wanted to please him. To be obedient, like a heel hugging little puppy. Pathetic I know! But there's something else. Thinking about being ... well his ... brings me a tiny tingle of excitement.

Anyway, he could see how quickly I was getting close again. He slowed his thrusts even further but even then; it was obvious I was teetering. With a sigh and a wry smile he pulled out. He said something wistful about how good I felt but that it was probably only fair to deny himself too, especially as he had sprung all this on me. Then, get this, as an after thought he said. "While we're in role, I'm not sure you have earnt my cum anyway!" The cheek! But my inner puppy wanted to beg and lick his hands!

After all that, he assured me that even if I didn't use the safe word, there was no need to be constantly in role. He told me how much he'd enjoyed the evening, and I lapped it up. Then before too long I was nestled safe in his arms as we tried to sleep. I've really missed the warmth of another body next to mine.

Its about 11am now and he has just left. When we woke, I was quickly aware of his erection prodding me. I was instantly on fire again. Much kissing and fondling ensued again, but after a while, Killian reluctantly pulled his hand from my nether regions. He said he wanted to have breakfast with me before he had to go and promptly got up to find something to cook in my kitchen. He quickly rustled up scrambled eggs and we sat in bed next together eating and chatting and from my perspective generally feeling warm and fuzzy, if a little confused too. When we finished, we shared yet another ground shaking kiss and he left promising to text me.