Boring Saturday Night

When I woke up it was dark...I stretched lazily and reached for my phone. There was a message from him..."I want you" is all it said. Three simple words. Simple but they hold the power to make my heart speed up, my lips to curve into a smile and my pussy to tingle...

Even though we weren't supposed to meet this night, he was downtown and in my neighbourhood. I knew where this was going, and I felt the butterflies flutter. "Are you ready for me?" He asked, as I answered I was already walking to the shower. While lathering up, I imagined his touch and his hands that would soon be roaming over these same areas I am touching. I loved this part, the delicious anticipation that wakes up every cell in my body.

After combing my long blonde hair, pulling on some lingerie, lighting all the candles and setting the mood with some soft classical music, I was ready. Ready to kiss those lips that I cannot get enough of, and to feel his hard body pressed into mine. This naughty thought was interrupted with the ring of the phone announcing his arrival...my Saturday night was about to get a whole lot better.

When I opened the door, I couldn't help but notice how hot he looked in his leather jacket. Being from France he has such a great sense of style. I liked that he smelled of whiskey and I could tell he was slightly drunk and feeling no pain. He smiled at my outfit (or lack thereof) and with an approving smile he grabbed me and kissed me with purpose. This kiss was strong but his lips soft, and I could taste all the intoxicating flavours from the evening when his tongue met mine.

Foregoing our usual routine of drinks, comedy and long chats, I took his hand and led him straight into the bedroom. We both understood why he was here, so there was no need for formalities. The night was not young, and I wanted every minute of our time together to be skin to skin.

While I lay on the bed he started taking off pieces of his clothing one at a time without breaking eye contact with me...a slight mischievous smile on his lips told me he knew I was enjoying this. When his body came into full view in the candlelight I couldn't help but admire the strong outline and his beautiful ebony skin. I took a drink and without swallowing I reached out and took him softly into my mouth, he let out a small moan as the water dripped to the floor. He was growing harder between my lips as I savoured every stroke.

This set a fire in him and before I knew it he was on top of me, lips on mine and hands wandering my body. I felt the electricity as he touched me in the right spot while his tongue hungrily intertwined with mine. In a flash of passion he ripped the tiny piece of fabric separating him from his objective, now I was all his for the taking.

As his fingers expertly found their mark, my excitement grew, my quiet moans became louder and my kisses harder. I wanted him so badly but I also wanted to make him wait...delaying the pleasure of entry to make it that much sweeter. He entertained my little game for only so long before he took my breath away with one confident thrust.

The feeling of him inside me as we move together, is indescribable. The weight of his body and the passionate sounds he makes while kissing me, almost take me to the point of no return. My hands squeeze his ass to guide him even deeper as I can't get enough, even when I am almost filled to the point of sweet pain.

After some time he pulls me on top of him. It's where I feel in control, and I enjoy setting the pace. The back and forth between slow deep strokes and faster thrusts causes him to moan with pleasure and grab my hips tighter. I reach that moment when I release sweet wetness down over his thighs enhancing all the sensations. Then he huskily whispers "Oh Oui" and he has no idea how much this turns me on. It gives me the motivation to keep going, even as my body is soaked with sweat and I am breathless.

We decide to take a moment to cool off in the shower...it doesn't take long before he has me pinned up against the shower wall as I wrap my leg around him to make access easier, kissing passionately as the water rains down on us.

As we get out of the shower and start to towel off we don't make it back to the bedroom just yet. He lifts me easily on to the counter and it is the perfect height to continue where we left off. I can't help but wonder if the neighbour can hear us as our bodies slap together making that undeniable sound as we get lost in the moment.

Back in bed, still damp from our shower, we explore each other and slowly make love until the moment we finally melt together and have to catch our breath. We reluctantly pull apart and settle into each other arms...the afterglow is real and is always one of the best parts of the night.

We don't want the night to end yet, so we lay together talking, laughing and teasing each other. While doing this there is a familiar feeling growing. I feel the desire starting to return and my caressing starts to become more intentional and my kisses have more longing. I turn to feel him behind me, fitting together like spoons. This leaves his hands free and I guide them over my body. When they reached my nipples I encourage him to squeeze harder, and as he does a little gasp escapes my lips. I can't decide if it's pain or pleasure as the two sensations become one.

While I lie on my side he slowly makes his way down over the curve of my ass with soft kisses and nibbles on my skin. My breathing start to get faster as his hot breath gets closer to my most intimate and slightly taboo area. Instead of freezing up, I relax into it. His tongue skillfully and ever so gently dances around and causing me to slowly writhe and moan like I don't care who hears me.

As my head is still spinning from this new sensation, he slowly moves up my body and enters me again when we are face to face. Our bodies start slowly and then working up to a pace where we move together in sync. This continues until finally he reaches that pinnacle when his body shudders and I can feel him pulsing inside me. I love this feeling of surrender and it's the perfect ending. We are wet, satisfied and tired in this moment but we still don't want our time to end. We lay together avoiding the inevitable for few more stolen minutes before he gets up and gets dressed.

As I walk him to the door I am already thinking about next time, and with a few more sweet kisses he is gone...leaving nothing but the scent of his cologne on my skin and the memory of a anything but boring Saturday night ;)