I shook my head, grinning up at him, then glancing to my companion. "Nothing a little privacy won't fix, Tony." He blushed, and I smirked as he let us past. "Got a car?" I asked my new friend as he turned toward the parking lot, he shook his head and I grinned. "Good, we can walk from here."
Ten minutes later I was locking the front door behind me, throwing the chain on for good measure, just in case the roommate decided to ignore my request. We just stood there for several minutes, looking at each other. He had one of those know-it-all smirks on his lips as he waited, finally saying "Go ahead, askā¦"
I shook my head and grabbed my head, leading him upstairs to my bedroom. I walked right to the center of the room, but he stood in the doorway, looking around at the walls, then finally up at the ceiling. I pointed to my computer, blushing slightly. For a couple of minutes he stood completely silent and still. He looked up at the ceiling, then at my computer, then at me.
Just as he seemed about to say something, I pointed to a stack of DVD's next to my TV. Silently he walked over, flipping through the movies, then set them down again. He walked to the computer, staring at the background on my screen. He walked to the middle of the room, looking up at the poster over the bed. He looked at me. "Oh" he said.
I couldn't help it. I'd been so nervous, thinking he'd be offended, thinking he'd leaveā¦ I was terrified that my fantasy was about to end before it had barely begun. I giggled. The giggle turned into a chuckle, and the chuckle became full out laughter. I laughed so hard I fell backward onto the bed, rolling on my side, clutching my stomach.
After a moment the laughter was echoed, not as near hysterical as my own, but he was laughing. The bed bounced as he flopped down, pulling me into his arms. The laughter faded as he started kissing me, his hands moving to pull both of my shirts off, again exposing my breasts. He weighed them in his hands, but before he could do more, I stopped him.
"Mark." He looked at me, waiting. "I wanted you before I knew."
He grinned, brushing the hair away from my face. "I know"
I wriggled away from him to sit up so I could pull off my boots and the fishnetsā¦ He pulled off his boots and looked at me questioningly. I gestured for him to stand in front of me, scooting to the edge of the bed. My skirt made me think of a loincloth as I climbed up to my knees, reaching for the snap on his jeans. I undid them slowly, teasing myself as I pulled the zipper down. I let my fingers linger, lightly rubbing against the denim for a moment, but I was too impatient.
I grasped the denim at his hips, slowly pulling downward. I forced my eyes upward, watching his face as I slowly pulled his jeans and shorts down low enough so that he could kick them away. Two dark pools of midnight desire watched me intently. I shivered and dragged my gaze back downward, reaching out to take him in one hand. My fingers wrapped around the width, barely touching.
With another quick glance up at him, catching sight of those enigmatic eyes, I leaned forward as he took a step closer to accommodate me. My tongue darted out quickly, fluttering across the tip, swirling around the head several times before my lips closed around it. My other hand slipped up the inside of his thigh, moving to cup the testes. Lightly I rolled them between my fingers as I took more of the length into my mouth, rolling my tongue around the head and down the shaft.
He was completely silent, hardly even breathing as he watched the top of my head. One hand moved out to brush through my hair, but he didn't hold on or try to force my head. I was pleased, and rewarded him for the consideration by managing to take almost the entire length. I swallowed, contracting the muscles in my throat, pulling a little more in.
There was a soft moan from above me before the hand in my hair tightened, pulling me back as he pulled out of my mouth. I pouted up at him and he shook his head. "Too goodā¦" he muttered, dropping to his knees at the foot of the bed. "I don't wanna come like that, not yetā¦" I nodded, still pouting. He grinned, pulling me onto the very edge of the bed, his mouth moving to my breast as his hands pushed my skirt further up my hips.
His laughter, with his lips wrapped around my nipple, made me shiver. He'd discovered that I had Nothing on but the skirt, and was apparently pleased. Soon he tugged at the waist of the skirt, making me raise my hips so he could pull it off. He moved before I could settle onto the bed, pulling my knees onto his shoulders as he nibbled at the inside of my thigh.
I supported myself on my elbows as I watched him, still half afraid that any moment soon I would wake, and it would end like all my other fantasies. I couldnāt quite grasp my mind around the fact that yes, this was Vin Diesel, the actor I had been lusting after, and it was really happening. Thought became irrelevant then, as his hands pressed my thighs wider and his tongue snaked out to taste me.
Somehow I held back a moan, and resisted the urge to fall onto the bed. I wanted to see this, I wanted to know every moment that this was real. I was afraid that if I so much as blinked, the spell would break and I would be alone again. His lips closed around the sensitive button as two fingers dipped into my wetness. The moan escaped, and my elbows gave up as I lay back on the bed. I could feel myself moving toward orgasm but didnāt want it, not yet. It was too much, and nowhere near enoughā¦ I didnāt want to come without feeling him inside me.
āPleaseā¦ā I managed to gasp as I tried to squirm away from him.
His mouth pressed tighter against me, and a low chuckle sent a ripple of sensation through me.
āPleaseā¦ Markā¦ Vinā¦ Not like thisā¦ā I pushed at him and managed to break free, scrambling back onto the bed. I practically launched myself at the bedside table, digging through the drawer until I found a pack of condoms. Really, I hated the things, but I hated the mess and the potential dangers of going without. In a perfect world I could feel him without the protective barrier, but I didnāt really see this lasting beyond tonight, or if I was lucky these last few days of the celebrations.
His hand closed over mine as I ripped the wrapper open, and he smiled. Tossing the foil aside I grinned and reached for him, sliding the latex into place even as he pushed me back onto the bed. His mouth pressed against mine as our tongues slipped past teeth and lips to explore. He ran one hand through my hair, fanning it out across the pillow, and smiled down at me.
It seemed like there should be words, some sort of question or declaration, but they didnāt seem to be important or even necessary. Iād told him the thing that was most important to me at the time, that I hadnāt known who he really was when I pretty much threw myself at him. I didnāt want to be like the drooling fan girls, who just wanted to add a celebrity to their lists, say they had bagged him. I couldnāt say I loved him, since I only knew the characters he portrayed. There were simply no words for what I wanted to say, and he seemed to understand that.
Sort of gently he wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing me back against the bed. He pulled my hands from his shoulders, capturing both wrists in one of his hands. We stayed like that for a moment, with him pressing against me. I was impatient, as always.
I tightened my legs, pulling him closer so that I could feel his heat pressed against mine. A thrust from him would complete the moment, and I waited. He stared into my eyes for a long moment, seeming to search for something, some form of reassurance perhaps. I held nothing back, and apparently he found what he needed, as very slowly he began to move into me.
It had been a while for me, close to a year if not longer. I winced slightly at the sensation, then gasped. I felt as though I was being stretched, spread open to accommodate him. Which, I suppose, was true. He moved with an excruciating slowness, pressing forward, moving deeper within until the entire length was enveloped. He stayed there for a moment, rotating his hips slightly, then just as slowly began to pull out.
I felt the tremors begin, though it was no surprise. I knew it would take little more than this before the moment would come for me. I moaned, breaking free of the kiss, and pressed my face against his shoulder. He released my arms, which instantly wrapped around his neck. I felt his lips press against my throat, then a slight but delicious pain as his teeth closed on my shoulder.
My head fell back, electricity singed my veins, tiny static shocks went through my body as the orgasm washed over me. I thought for a moment that I was drowning in an intense dark sea, then realized that he had pulled away and was staring into my eyes. I felt trapped, like the serpentās prey, but didnāt want to escape. He put all his weight on one arm as he wrapped the other around my waist. Neither of us blinked as we watched the reactions and emotions play.
The pace quickened with each thrust and withdrawal, a relentless advance that drove me through a series of aftershocks and brought him closer to satisfaction. I held tight onto his shoulders as I moved with him, nails scraping as my teeth nipped along his collarbone. My body ached already, and I was sure that if he was holding back, I was glad for it. There was an intensity, whether it was his, my own, or both I wasnāt sureā¦ But I wasnāt entirely positive I would survive much more than this.
