As you walk back to your apartment with him, you think about how wonderful the dinner was. He was interesting, funny and witty. He didn't just talk about himself, but he listened to you. He listened with such intensity that you could tell that he really cared, and enjoyed your conversation. It was much too early in the relationship for you to be in love with him, but you were desperately wanting for him to fuck you. You could feel how hot and wet your pussy had become during the evening with him. Your body felt that familiar rush of excitement and that sense of lust for him that you hadn't felt in a long time. The walk from the restaurant was only five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Would he invite himself inside, or would you have to ask him to stay with you? So many questions lingered in your head as you tried to make small talk, walking back to your apartment.
Once you reached your apartment, you didn't have to ask him to come in. You didn't have to go through that awkward moment at your front door. He asked you for your keys, and he opened the door for you. Out of nervousness, you asked him if he was coming in or going home. He responded with I am coming in. This caught you somewhat off guard at his confidence. Time seemed to stand still. All you can remember is excitement, anticipation, and nervousness, as it enveloped your every thought. He had never been to your apartment, but he grasps your hand and moved you into your bedroom. How did he know where my bedroom was? You felt as if you had no control; no say so in what was going to happen. You felt as if you were at his mercy, to do his bidding.
He moves you in front of him, with your thighs pressed up against your bed. He presses his body against the back of yours. You feel his hard cock pressing against your butt. His chest pressing against the back of your head. His thighs pressing the back of your legs... How does he do that? He moves his mouth kissing the back of your head, and moving down the back of your neck. Chills shoot through your body, goose pimples erupt quickly, causing your breathe to deepen, as if you were stepping into a cold shower. His powerful hands caressing your shoulders. He moves his hand to the back of your head, and suddenly without warning grabs a handful of hair, spins you around, and falls on top of you onto the bed. Your startled, scared, feeling helpless under his powerful body. Your pussy explodes with wetness, and heat. You thrust your hips up towards his, yearning for him to rub, touch, to explore your groin.
He positions himself over you, holding his own weight above you so you can breathe, so he is not crushing you. He starts to slowly kiss your lips before gently licking and sucking your top lip. Taking a handful of your hair, he pulls your head back to expose your open mouth to his. He pulls your hair and head, not to hard but not to gentle. His forcefulness and his confidence rushes through your body. Your pussy is wet, aching for him to touch it. He's holding himself above you with his hips pressing into yours, his knee pushing between your legs, pressing against your hot, wet pussy. Can he feel my wetness though my jeans and his?
His breathing is in rhythm with yours. You feel the heat of his breathe on your lips. He inhales your breathe into his lungs. His tongue moves over your lips. He begins to explore your mouth, and he licks front of your teeth. He slowly begins to kiss from your open mouth over your chin and down the front of your throat. Without warning, he sinks his teeth gently into your throat. You exhale suddenly and forcefully. Fear courses through your body, but it is quickly replaced with lust. You thrust your groin into his thigh. When did he position his thigh in front of my groin? Pleasure overcomes you, centered on your pussy. Your nipples swell with blood, hard as rocks; they yearn to feel his tongue on them.
