"Upstairs?"
"Yes, upstairs. Part of why I like this bar so much is because it is right outside my apartment." She locked her gaze onto him again. Her plans were all falling into place. "Well, would you like some coffee? I promise it isn't far."
At this point, it seemed they both firmly understood what she was saying without saying it.
"Of course, that sounds fantastic," he replied.
As they made their way to her apartment the air between them seemed to crackle. They were standing very close again, with no hesitancy left. His mind still raced. There was no way he could be misreading this now, right? She unlocked the door and let him in. A comfortable, if admittedly a bit small, one bedroom apartment.
She gestured for him to take a seat in the kitchen as she placed down her keys, then began shuffling through the cabinets.
"You know," she said, pulling a moka pot from the cabinet and setting it on the stove, "if you'd like, there is something else we could do, before coffee." She turned back to him. There was no mistaking it now, but he was still cautious.
"Oh yeah?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "What would that be?"
She stalked her way closer to him. Slowly, purposefully. His chair was turned towards her, and she was standing directly above him now, her body daringly close to his body again. She bathed in the moments that passed between them, choosing her next words carefully.
"I feel like..." she began, "you must know what I mean by now."
He smiled. The line was finally crossed.
"I think I do," he said, raising a hand to pull her face towards his. Their lips met, and they began to make out. She stepped forward more and herself onto his lap, her legs straddling the sides of the chair. They rhythmically swayed with their bodies and mouths, each finally giving way to the desire that had been boiling underneath.
Her hands rested on his collar and the back of his head. One of his hands was still placed on her face, while the other explored. He trailed down her back, arching her body as she pressed into his lap, then traced around to tease her torso beneath her breasts.
She pulled back, panting and with her hands still on him. She stared, and those beautiful bright eyes were piercing straight through him now. She pulled his head close to hers, still slowly rising and falling into the pressure that had now built in his lap, and when her mouth was nearly touching his ear she spoke confidently, desperately:
"Fuck me."
If there was any doubt somehow still left in his mind, it had melted away into arousal when he heard those words. He stood, careful not to drop her on the floor, and she led him to the bedroom as they both buzzed with anticipation.
Once they arrived at the bedroom, both of his hands grabbed her firmly by the waist, and pulled her back into their passionate kissing. They each leaned and pressed their hips into the other, and his hands slid down slightly to grip her ass. He moved one hand all the way up to lean her head backwards as he began to tease and kiss her neck, working his way down to her collarbone.
He stepped forward, guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. She slid up out of her pants, revealing thin black panties that were already sheer with arousal. He kneeled on the ground at the foot of the bed and slid them slowly down her legs.
He lunged forward with his mouth open, pressing flat the full width of his tongue to envelop as much of her at once as he could. She gasped. He relented suddenly and inhaled gently, curving his lips to graze teasingly over her clitoris as he moved his head lower. His tongue traced along her labia, leading upward, but intermittently paused for him to gingerly suck instead, collecting saliva in his mouth for him to then layer back onto her waiting entrance. All the while his hand was wrapped around her upper thigh, squeezing and gauging the tension of her legs attempting to push together as measure of her satisfaction.
Meanwhile, she had stationed one hand absentmindedly over her mouth, attempting to cover her gasps that gave way to moans in case one suddenly escaped her louder than she wanted it to. Her other hand wandered, sliding under her shirt and bra to massage her breasts.
This continued until his trailing tongue finally returned to her clitoris, at first inquisitively prodding, then licking in heavy, rhythmic strokes. The hand previously covering her mouth jumped to the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair and holding him closer. She was no longer inhibited by the sounds she made, and he could hear her muttering in sync with his tongue:
"...please...pleease...pleassse...yes...y-yyes...yes...please..."
Soon her words were muffled as her legs shuttered together around his head, her soft thighs quieting all noise for a moment except for the rushing blood of her racing heartbeat. He could feel her tensing, so he cemented his pace, lapping and pushing relentlessly, just the right way until-
Her legs tightened more and became still. The hand she had rested on his scalp froze. Even under the muffled beating of her heart he could sense her breathing stop, and she tensed her entire body. For a few heartbeats he simply basked in the fortune of his circumstances, squeezed between the legs of a beautiful woman. Her sweet nectar flowed gently into his mouth, coating his tongue. Her legs released slowly, and he could hear a quiet sigh of relief escaping her lips.
With the hand she had resting on his head, she guided him up to kneeling over her on the bed. For a second they both just beheld the other.
"That was amazing," she said. She pulled him in, and held him in a long kiss. "But, I hope you are not... done already?"
"Of course not," he grinned, as he leaned in and kissed her again.
"Good. You haven't even taken your pants off yet," she teased.
"Well maybe we should fix that."
He leaned back to kneel upright, lifting his shirt off. She removed her shirt and bra as well, revealing small breasts capped with puffy nipples that were alert with lust. She then leaned forward to sit upright and undid his belt. She looked up at him with a mischievous smile as she pulled down his pants. This whole affair had made him harder than he had ever remembered being, and he strained desperately against his underwear.
As she hooked her fingers into his waistband and pulled it down, her eyes widened slightly with a mixture of surprise, excitement, and a little apprehension.
"Oh..." she said. "You have...a lot to work with." In truth, he didn't think he had anything truly exceptional, but he had gotten enough comments to understand he was at least a little gifted in his endowments. He definitely didn't mind the confidence it brought him.
"Oh yeah?" he teased. He decided to lean into her compliment. "You think you're gonna be able to handle it all?"
She reclined back onto the bed, that look of bold, daring mischief returning to her face.
"I want you to give me everything you have."
His heart fluttered. In that moment he was suddenly aware that he could not believe the situation he had somehow found himself in. Here he was, kneeling above the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, her entire body lithe and smooth, achingly awaiting his touch.
He needed her.
Now.
He positioned his knees so as to lower his pelvis on top of hers, and put his arms down to lean forward above her. He pressed his weight into her mound, teasing her with the pressure without entering her. He continued this, building a rhythm of pleasure and denial, building momentum, until neither of them could take it anymore.
His hand positioned his cock as he slid just its beginning into her. They both gasped. She was overflowing with wet arousal. He patiently pushed into her more and more, watching her beautiful face as it was gradually overcome with pleasure. Her eyebrows raised together, her mouth dropped gently open in a breathy moan, and he continued to bury his length in the wet, warm velvet of her body. As he bottomed out with a sudden jerk, her head jumped slightly backwards in a mixture of pleasure and surprise. She had asked for everything he had, and he would give it to her.
He then began to laboriously pull out of her, savoring every sensation. The air was cold on his member now that it had been soaked in her passion. He intended for them both to feel it all. Each of his motions in and out of her body were almost torturously intentional, and they both grew hot with growing anticipation.
One of her hands impatiently caressed her sensitive breast. She rocked back and forth with him, chasing his body with her own. Her other hand found its way to just above her entrance, where she massaged and teased herself further. He started to increase his pace, and their moans and exclamations grew louder and more overt. He did not only increase in speed but importantly also in force, creating lewd, wet slaps.
Now they had arrived at a rhythm that would push to the precipice of being completely overwhelmed, but it was steady instead of frantic. Her hands were wildly grasping for something to either bring her back to sanity or drive her further from it. She was unsure whether to grip the sheets tightly or desperately grab at her breasts, unsure whether to cover her mouth, unsure if she cared if her neighbors heard her, how could she care when she could think of nothing else, feel nothing else but this. Her hands decided on embracing him, pulling him ever closer to her into another passionate, loving kiss. Everything, everything! She had asked for everything and now they were both giving everything. Everything in the world was only what was here and now.
