He was a friend of a friend. I remember Chris sending me his picture and saying that he would be the perfect match for me. But at the time I really couldn't see it, sure he had a beautiful beard but I just wasn't into him. By the time we met, we were both dating other people and I felt a weird pang of jealousy shot through my chest when I saw him hugging that girl. I definitely was attracted to him, even if it was just a little bit.
We basically never spoke until the one day we randomly exchanged numbers and then before I knew it we were planning group hang outs at his house. Until one day it was just the two of us, all alone and I didnt feel like pretending that I didn't want him.
We sat on the couch watching a movie, our legs touching ever so slightly. But those small brushes made me want to feel his hands on my legs, between my thighs. He looked over and caught me staring at his lips and he bit them, teasing me. I wanted to feel his lips and teeth on my skin.
I looked away, I couldn't stand all the teasing. He wanted me to beg. I wouldn't. He inched closer and put his hands in my hair, tugging lightly. I covered my mouth stifling the moan that threatened to escape.
So he pulls a little more but I still don't give in. He pulled me forward and I fell over his lap, I grip the chair handles tightly as he pulls my skirt up to expose my ass. He doesn't go easy on me, slapping my cheeks as hard as he could. I bit into my lips until I almost drew blood. But then suddenly he stopped when I was dripping wet, begging for more with my moans.
We both wanted to go further but I was in a weird place with my relationship ending and I wasn't ready to dive into anything else. He let me up and took me home.
The next week, we found ourselves alone again, this time he left a tie next to me and I picked it up and rubbed it all over my face, openly showing him I wanted to feel it against my skin and he tied my hands while we watched a show. Then we had a few drinks and I followed him into his room, I wanted nothing more than to be in his arms.
Things got out of control when I went into his room, he took me in his arms and kissed me passionately at first, then our desires took over and I bit his lips. I ran my hands up and down his body. He pushed me on the bed and started spanking me.
"Take your shorts off," he said his voice raspy with desire.
"You can still spank me with them on," I said, knowing fully that I would never be able to resist him if I took them off.
"All I can feel are your jeans," he said , so I obliged and took them off. Arching my back and braced myself for his spanking.
His hands came down hard on my ass cheeks, hitting each cheek harder than the next, then to soothe me he would run his hands between my thighs causing the most tantalizing sensations, then he would return his focus on my cheeks abusing them until I was dripping wet and begging to be fucked.
