Ryan and I went on a date last Thursday. We hung out at a dive bar near his apartment, chatted up all the locals and generally had a great time. He wasn’t affectionate or touchy-feely and I had a moment of panic that maybe he’d decided he didn’t like the way I looked upon setting eyes on me again. I shouldn’t have worried.
We fucked like maniacs all night long. I rode his mocha-colored body while we were both bathed in the blue light from his TV. He lapped at my pink folds and delved his fingers deep inside of me. He turned me around and bent me over and pounded me so hard from behind we moved the couch a foot. We finally decided to move to the bed once the rug was soaked from my streaming cunt.
I’m pretty sure some of my ejaculate is on the walls of his bedroom. He would take his huge cock and slap it on my clit with quickfire movements and I’d squirt uncontrollably. I had to hold my hand over my mound to stop the splatter from dusting my own face. Then he’d slide deep into me, exclaim at my wetness, and how I’d clench down on him. An hour or more and he never came; he’d stop, yell out at how good it felt and then laugh at what torture it was for him to fuck me. He wanted so badly to cum, but also didn’t want it to end.
Eventually, he fucked the shit right out of the both of us, sans orgasm for either, and we passed out in the mighty wet spots on his mattress.
I slept fitfully, if at all, and finally decided to go home at 5. But, I told him, not before he came.
He smiled and rolled over on his back and I nipped his neck, his shoulders with my lips and teeth. Trailed my hair down his muscled chest and found his turgid shaft ready for me. I sucked for a few minutes, learning what he liked and what worked best, and when I sensed he was finally ready I sucked harder, though still slow, steady and silky. He came in a rush, his cum mild and pleasant in my hot little mouth.
“I see why Troy says you’re the best!” he chuckled.
“I want to fuck you again. Soon. Wanna come over before my date Saturday afternoon?” I boldly ask.
“Fuck, yeah,” he agreed.