Dinner By Charlie Wilder
Dinner was wonderful. I still don't have a clue what we ate. It was something red and messy. I was impressed when you said you had spent the afternoon making it. Even as I was eating it, I was staring at you the whole time.
I was mesmerized watching the light glimmer off of the crimson wine that you swirled and swirled before lifting it to you lips to sip. I wanted just one drop to trickle down your chin, past your throat and leave a pink streak between your breasts. I wanted to follow that drop.
After we had cleared the plates from the table I went to the living room to do something, maybe it was turn up the music or turn down the lights? I don't know but you followed me and then you were dancing. You were dancing in the blue silk dress we had bought that afternoon. You had your hands in your hair and over your head and on your hips and your eyes were closed.
The moment played out and you were smiling. I let the music play and sipped my wine sitting on the couch. And then the blue dress was a puddle in the middle of the floor. Just blue/grey heels, blue panties and a silky blue bra and the silver necklace I gave you on our first date.
A new song came on. Enrique Iglesias telling us that tonight he's gonna fuck you. Oh my god I can't make this up. "Tonight I'm gonna fuck you," over and over it filled the air. Then it was Let's Have Sex and you were still dancing.
That was NOT the playlist I had prepared for that night. When had you put yours on? "...Now strip for me baby. Make it nice and sloooowwww" came over the speakers, and you did. Now only blue/grey heels and a slip of silver broke the creamy pale softness.
Suddenly you twirled right in front of me and you leaned down, touching me with your hair and lips only. They were only teasing wet kisses and you whispered to me to unbutton my shirt and jeans.
Turning away you slowly leaned slowly over and let your hair sweep the floor as you swayed to the beat. Your perfect ass did a slow grind in front of me before you rose with your hands in your hair and spun back to face me. You reached out and placed your hands in mine. I brought yours to my lips, kissing each finger and then your palm and pulsing wrist.
I sucked on each finger with my vision blurred with alcohol and lust. I stood up as you continued to dance with your eyes locked onto mine. I raised my hands to your head and pulled you to me. We kissed with our hands wrapped in each others hair.
Then there was only that first feeling of desperation, of wanting to have you without condition. I was wearing only white boxers now and they were uncomfortable. I couldn't get them over my stiff cock and laugh as I nearly fell down getting them off. You reached for my cock but I grabbed your hands and kissed them again.
I wanted my cock untouched before it slid into you for the first time. I wanted to make love to you, hold you, kiss you, lick and play with you. But right then I just wanted to fuck you hard. My hands slid down your face and gripped your shoulders hard. My breathing was ragged and intense. My fingers were digging into you as I turned you around and pressed against you from behind.
The White Stripes Ball and Biscuit played and that was a perfect driving beat. I wrapped my arms tightly around you from behind cupping your breasts and kissing your back. Then I was kissing up the side of your neck, hot and fluid. I kissed your ear and whispered that was going to fuck you right then.
The passion had built up in us for the three weeks that we had been together. You didn't say a word. Your breathing was rapid as you leaned over slightly and placed your hands onto the arm of the couch. Your hips were still moving and grinding to the blues beat.
With my fingers digging into your hips I pulled you hard against me. The head of my cock slid over your pussy. Oh my god you were so wet. You were still in your high heels heels and I had to spread your legs a little to get you to the right position. The swollen head of my cock was right where I wanted it and I left it as you did your bump and grind. I wanted to feel that first pop as the head penetrated.
I waited...waited, and finally I couldn't stand it anymore and rammed my throbbing cock in fast. Your pussy grabbed hard and we both gasped. You reached back with your right hand and pulled me to you. I left my throbbing cock in deep for what felt like an hour, and then out and back in hard, again and again.
Your juices were dripping down my balls and my thighs. There were wet slapping sounds mixing with the guitar and our moans. You said "oh my god fuck me baby" and I screamed your name in ecstasy.
