After our first meeting, I was hooked. It wasn't just the sex either, which was incredible. I was just hooked on him and the way he made me feel. He made me feel sexier than any man I've ever come across.
Our conversations began happening daily and developed from mostly texting to phone conversations. Our exchanges over the phone sometimes lasted for more than two hours. He had me feeling like a giddy teenager again.
After our first sexual excursions we wished to meet again. Shortly after meeting for the first time, we set a second date to meet again at a hotel for an entire day. We couldn't wait that long though, we yearned to see each other. We organized several sinful meetings after work to share a beer or two. The sexual tension grew in anticipation of our next lovemaking session. We grasped for each other as much as is acceptable to to so in public, sometimes more so. The passion was undeniable and incredibly intense.
Before I knew it, was the night before. I tossed and turned in bed the night before just fantasizing. By the time my alarm sounded, I was nearly shaking in anticipation. I got ready and basically ran out the door. The excitement was unreal. I couldn't wait to be in his arms again, be underneath the weight of his body, feel his breath on me...The thoughts made me tremble.
I left the train and went to get us some coffees. He decided to meet me, yet again, at a Starbucks. I waited outside and watched him as he crossed the street towards me. The feelings of the first time I saw him seemed distant and familiar at the same time. The excitement was more intense and the nervousness of the unknown was completely gone. I now know this man, feel comfortable around this man, and am falling hard for this man.
I wanted to run into his arms, but I contained myself as he came closer to me.
"Well, hey there baby. You look gorgeous," he exclaimed.
"Thank you, handsome," I said as he drew me in for a kiss.
He thanked me for the coffee and we once again made that deliciously sinful walk to the hotel. The joy I felt was overwhelming.
We walked into the lobby of the hotel and straight to the elevators. The doors slid shut and he grabbed me and pressed his lips on mine, moving his tongue and hands in sync. My knees went weak. The elevator dinged, signaling we had reached our floor. He led me out of the elevator to the room where we would forget reality, just for one day.
We took off our coats and he came towards me. Gently running his hands down my body as he explored my lips and tongue with his. He pushed me against the wall and held my hands above my head, lifting his lips off mine intermittently to just look at me.
"You're so fucking amazing, baby. I want you so fucking bad," he said with overwhelming lust and passion darting out of his gaze.
I let out a soft moan as tingles and warmth overcame my body. He swung me around and guided me onto the bed. He pulled his body over mine and continued to softly and passionately kiss me.
"Oh, I'm going to take my time with you," he exclaimed. I moaned again as he dragged his hands across all of me.