We had been dating for a while. Both of us were a bit gun shy as we had been in relationships that hadn't worked out. We had met a few years ago and things had happened in our lives that pulled us apart, but we had managed to find our way together again and this time, we wanted to make it work. The attraction had always been strong between us. We knew this was real so we so we had not succumbed to the desire to have sex too soon.
But this night was special. You had had a rough week at work and you had asked if you could come over and talk to me. I knew you had been working hard and had only taken enough time off to sleep and go back to work. You were so determined to make things work that you weren't taking time out for yourself. I wanted to show you that I appreciated what you did, but that I cared about you as well. I had some massage oil and other treats to pamper you with later.
You promised to bring Chinese food and I could never resist that! I also knew that more than likely, you were going to stay the night. I was fine with that. It was time.
I had a couple of movies that we both had wanted to see and a couple of bottles of wine so I knew we would have a nice night. We had always communicated well and you liked the way I listened when you talked but part of that was because I love your English accent. I liked the fact that you actually paid attention.
That devilish twinkle in your eyes is what got me. I loved that you didn't take yourself too seriously. You and I had fallen into an easy banter that was so natural that it was as if we had known each other all our lives.
You came on time with a big box full of goodies. Shrimp fried rice, chow mein, kung pow, wonton soup, just everything we both liked. I brought out some bowls and forks and glasses for the wine and we fell upon our feast, laughing and joking.
"Where are the chopsticks?" you asked.
"I don't know how to use chopsticks!" I wailed.
You shook your head. "My beautiful brown American princess does not know how to use chopsticks?"
"I never learned," I said ruefully,"can you teach me?"
"Well, I suppose. I'm always willing to share my knowledge with an eager pupil."
"I promise I will be a willing student," I breathed, giving you a playful look.
The rest of our meal was filled with the heightened sexual tension between us. When we finished, I quickly put the food away and returned to sit close to you. The second bottle of wine and the movies were forgotten.
You leaned over and thanked me for allowing you to come spend time with me. I kissed your cheek and we sat together, touching and not saying a word. You wrapped your arm around my shoulders and pulled me even closer and kissed down the side of my face. I gazed into your blue eyes and saw your desire rising.
You kissed me, your lips warm and your tongue eased into my mouth, brushing at my teeth and my tongue and making me surrender to your kisses.
Your hands slid down my body and rested just behind my breasts. I was wearing a white button down shirt and leggings. I loved being pressed against your hard compact body.
Your kisses trailed down my throat and you began to French kiss that spot right at my collarbone. I sighed and you pulled away and said, "I want to make you feel good. Do you want me to suck your tits? I love doing that. I've dreamed of getting my mouth on you since I first saw you," you whispered, "and then I want to eat your pussy. I love to eat pussy. Do you want me to do that?"
I felt the rush of heat and the moisture between my legs.
How did you know that sucking my nipples was one of my favorite things? My breasts were ultra sensitive and if you did it right, I would cum. Those orgasms were deep and intense β as if there was a connection between my clitoris and my nipples.