The ride back to Alara's apartment was silent at first, the intensity of restrained passion filling the space around them. But after a few minutes they began to chat as easily as they did online. Alara described her life in Berlin, her friends, her job, how they all thought she was insane to pick up an American man she had never met at the airport. Jake too had a list of friends and family who thought he was being insane, and a boss who couldn't stand that he was taking PTO to go to Europe. All things they already knew and had discussed a million times of course, but it all seemed so fresh and interesting in each other's real presence.
"Here we are," said Alara, as the car stopped in front of a modest apartment building.
Jake paused, "I need to remember how beautiful you are right now. Siri, remind me in an hour how beautiful Alara is right now."
They both chuckled, then Jake got out and practically ran to the other side of the car to open her door. Extending his hand he said "This way my Queen."
Alara's pussy throbbed at the word Queen. Jake was the absolute picture of manhood. Standing right at two meters tall with a muscled physique and a deep silky voice. To have this Adonis of a man worship her like he did was the ultimate thrill. His veined forearm flexed as he took her hand in his and guided her out of the car.
She blushed and said "You don't even know which apartment is mine, silly."
"I'll lead the way, and you just tell me when to stop," replied Jake.
Alara giggled "That sounds like a good plan for the entire evening."
Jake laughed, then leaned down to kiss her on the forehead. Then he whispered in her ear "Stop is the last thing you'll be telling me later."
After a short walk they found Alara's apartment; a small but well furnished place, with a simple kitchen, living room, and bedroom. When the door closed behind them Jake suddenly turned and pressed Alara's back to the door. The palm of one hand firmly placed just above her head, Jake's frame loomed over her as he locked the door.
"That was a long plane ride baby, and I'm ravenously hungry. But the dessert is looking to delicious not to eat first."
His hand moved to the small of her back as he pulled her into a deep kiss. Time seemed to stop and Alara's chest heaved with excitement and the bulge in Jake's pants grew absurdly large. The world was all lips, tongue, perfume, and cologne, until a "DING" from Jake's phone brought them back to reality. "Well that hour went by quickly," Jake said.
Alara reached her hands around his neck, "Did I tell you to stop?"
Once again their lips locked. Jake's hands moved down over her delicious curvy ass to grip the back of her thighs and pick her up. Alara jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her to the bedroom. Jake's kisses moved to her neck and chest as Alara grinded against his bulging cock, imprisoned by his pants.
"Get these fucking clothes out of my way!" Alara gasped in frustration.
Jake quickly threw her onto the bed and practically tore his clothes off while she did the same. Jake's chiseled nude form never ceased to turn Alara in. His tanned masculine skin, tree truck legs that supported a wripped torso and veiny muscled arms. Glutes that would not quite, and of course his unbelievably huge cock.
Jake flexed as he looked down at the goddess before him, causing his hard cock to slap into his abs. He loved the way that made Alara squirm. She's removed everything but her underwear. He gazed greedily at her creamy toned legs, thick thighs that rose to her killer ass that he could still see even though she was on her back. His eyes wandered over her soaked sexy panities and slim waist, then up to her lacy bra that was barely holding her ample tits whose hard nipples were straining against the lace that covered them. Her red hair surrounded her beautiful face like a halo, and her eyes said "fuck me like there's no tomorrow."
Jake pounced on the bed, his knees moving to spread Alara's legs apart. His cock throbbed, needing to claim Alara forever, but Jake knew he had to be careful not to hurt the woman he loved. He kissed her once more before unhooking her bra and burying his face in her tits. Her smell filled his mind as his hand pushed aside the thin wet cloth covering her pussy.
Alara desperately grabbed onto Jake's curls as she felt his fingers begin brushing across her wet lips. His thumb strummed her clit and she pulled his face deeper into her bosom.
When Jake's finger entered her nearly laughed at the intrusive of her ex-boyfriend entered her mind. The only other man she had given herself to, Jake's probing finger reminded her of that bastard's pathetic penis. And even with just a finger Jake was already making her feel better than he ex ever had, as Jake curled his finger up and began stimulating her g-spot. Jake slipped a second finger into her, "I think it's time I had a taste."