I knew he was coming over to my place only for sex. I wasn't naïve enough to think he wanted a long-term relationship. But in the bedroom, we were extremely well matched. The anticipation of our tryst had been building for weeks. Finally, we were able to meet. And he was due any minute.
Adam didn't like any fussiness when it came to sex. So I didn't bother with candles, lingerie, or soft music. I pressed play on my Ipod, which began to shuffle my rock playlist. I dimmed the lights in the bedroom until the room was nearly dark, but not quite. The scene was set.
I was dressed in a simple body-hugging black tank and matching boyshorts. My long copper hair was loose and flowing down my back. I didn't bother with a bra to frame my size B breasts. I didn't want to ruin another bra due to our sex play. Adam wasn't exactly gentle, and had been known to rip and tear clothing in his haste.
I settled down on the couch to wait for him. And I started to worry. What if he didn't show up? Would it be awkward between us? These no-strings-attached rendezvous were lovely, but sometimes both parties felt the need for small talk, and awkward silences ruined the moment.
The doorbell rang loudly, startling me out of my seat. I rushed to the door and threw the deadbolt. Adam stood on the other side of the door, hands in his pockets and a crooked grin on his face.
"Come on in," I said, gesturing to the living room behind me. God, he looked yummy. He was casually dressed in jeans and a scarlet T-shirt. I closed the door and leaned against it, taking in the sight of him. But instead of strolling into the room as I expected, he quickly whirled on me and set his lips on mine.
He thrust his fingers into my hair as he held my face in his hands. His mouth crushed into mine with a ferocity that took my breath away. I wasn't frightened exactly, just surprised. Pleasantly. The anticipation of our tryst had already turned me on, but now I felt my juices flowing and my pussy started to twitch as he pushed my mouth open with his tongue.
Adam took a deep breath as he pulled away. "I need you now," he panted. I didn't have time to respond before he resumed his exploration of my mouth. His rough hands raked up my thighs and hips before he pushed up my top, seeking my breasts. I let my head fall back against the door as he brought his lips down to one nipple, swirling his tongue around the tight bud. He squeezed the tip between his thumb and forefinger and pulled slightly, making me moan with pleasure. His hands and mouth alternated from one breast to the other, kissing, sucking, and teasing me. If he kept this up, I might climax from the breast play alone.
I grabbed his head and pulled him up to standing. I reached down between us to his belt, which I started to undo. But he reached around to my ass and lifted me off the ground, grinding me directly into the hard ridge that had formed behind his zipper. I wrapped my legs around his muscular torso as he carried me to the bedroom, throwing me to the plush bed as he pulled his jeans off.
He stood at the foot of my bed, in his tightly fitting boxer briefs and T-shirt, staring at me with hunger in his eyes. His eyes darkened as he surveyed my body. I desperately wanted his touch, but my heart was beating out of control. I began to scoot back on the bed, trying to put a little distance between us so I could catch my breath. He began stalking towards me, like a predator with its prey. He crawled slowly onto the bed, and then over me, forcing me back down. He kissed my neck slowly, breathing hotly in my ear. He reached down between us and he cupped his hand directly over my mound. He began to press and knead his palm into me, his fingers slipping between my folds even through my panties. I growled at him, desperately pulling at his shirt. I wanted him naked so I could see all of him.
Finally, Adam raised up onto his knees and pulled the shirt above his head in one swift motion. He slowly ran his hands down over my hips, slipping my panties down my smooth thighs. I reached for his underwear, trying to expose the girth of him to me. But he moved away from me, off the bed. He pulled off his underwear quickly, finally exposing his cock. I subconsciously licked my lips in anticipation as he grabbed my ankle and dragged me to the edge of the bed. My thighs wrapped around his hips as our sexes collided.
He pushed the ridge of his naked cock along my cleft, rubbing it back and forth over me. I shivered in expectation, feeling the length of him, now coated in my juices. His eyes held mine as he slid himself back and forth over me slowly. He was teasing me. One of our favorite games to play together. Going slowly when I wanted fast. Holding me back from the brink of orgasm at the last possible second. It was exquisite torture, and he knew I loved it. We both looked downward and watched his cock slide slowly against my wet pussy. I suddenly wanted to taste him so badly my mouth watered.
I pushed myself away quickly and pivoted around on my stomach, placing my mouth over him. He cursed as he buried his fingers into my hair, pulling it away from my face so he could see me more clearly. I ran my tongue around the ridge of the head slowly, savoring the feeling of his warm cock against my tongue. I tasted myself on him, which only heightened my arousal. My tongue worked over the length of him, wetting him with my saliva, so my mouth slid over him more smoothly. I brought more of him into my mouth and began to suck forward and back over his shaft. My hand reached below to cup both of his balls in my hand. I lifted them up and gently squeezed as I took his entire length into my throat. I heard him groan and he palmed my head, pushing toward him further. I worked my tongue back and forth along the bottom ridge of his cock as I held him tightly. Then I pulled away from him slowly and ran my hand over him, sliding the skin over his shaft, like velvet over marble. I continued to kiss and lick the slit at the tip as I pumped him up and down slowly with my fist.
He reached down and cupped his fingers under my chin, bringing me up to meet him for a kiss. His tongue snaked inside my mouth, exploring, running his tongue along my teeth and lips. He kissed his way down my neck to my breast, running his tongue in circles over and around the tight bud. He leaned over me, holding himself up with one forearm, and the other arm trailed down over my stomach between my legs. He slipped a finger between my damp folds, running it forward and back over my slit. Then it deftly slid inside me, swirling sensations coming from nipples and pussy had me panting, my body writhing, searching for even more sensation. He slid another thick finger inside me, and started to circle my clit with his thumb. The roughness of his touch sent me spiraling out of control, my orgasm building quickly. He lightly bit my nipple, sending me over the edge. My body involuntarily thrust into his hand as the sensations washed over me.
Adam withdrew his hand, and rose above me, a sexy smirk on his lips. He lay on top of me, his rigid cock pressing into me. I wrapped my legs around his hips so I could feel him directly over my pussy. He kissed up and down my neck and face, his hand roaming over my breasts and abdomen slowly. I began to rock my hips back and forth so that his cock slid over me deliciously. He reached between us and guided the head of him directly over my opening, thrusting inside in one long stroke.
I gasped as he filled me, contracting my muscles to clench over the length of his shaft. My hands came up around his shoulders, stroking over his skin. He began a slow circle with his hips, grinding into me. We kissed again, more urgently this time, our tongues entwining. I reached up to frame his face in my hands, but he grabbed me by the wrists and held both arms above my head, trapped by him. I tried to wiggle free, but he held me tighter. "Patience," he growled at me.
