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“A romantic night in,” you say. “Just you and me,” you say. “Like it was when we first met.” You lay your hand on my arm. “You know, after we left the party.”

“Sounds good.”

Inside I laugh. That party…

Friday night. A hundred people; dancing and drinking, chatting, milling around. Music. Noise. Chaos.

My gaze met yours across the floor and there was only You.

And Me.

Your dancing eyes. Full of Life. Intelligence. You. Checking me out.

Making my cock sit up and beg.

And your smile.

Your wonderful, bright, white, inviting smile.

We left the madding crowd behind us.

And we discovered each other.

You came to my bed, bringing that smile with you and didn’t leave until the Monday alarm clock told we both had to return to ‘real life’.

Work. People. Responsibilities. Things to do. Bills to pay.

Which life is real?

Was it only a month ago?

It feels like forever.

And it feels like yesterday.

We were a lust-driven couple fucking.

Still are.

I know what you mean by a romantic night in – romantic sex. And my pants tighten. Leaning in over you, I stoop to brush my lips over yours and to thread my fingers into your hair.

So close as this, your fragrance leaves me; that perfume you wear, scented of sandalwood and green tea which, somehow, makes you smell more like you.

I inhale, taking in the first bloom of your arousal; your musk, the aroma that makes my cock want to dance. And right on cue my shaft stiffens and swells…

For you.

You flash those beautiful eyes at me and your smile; that dazzling only-for-me smile of yours. The one that lights your face, lights your eyes…

Lights my day.

“Red wine or white?” I ask. “Chinese or pizza?”

The wine is perfect; deep and heady, the ruby tinting your lips as you sip. As you sit, cross-legged on the carpet in your jeans and tee-shirt, glass in hand, you watch me over the top, lips quirking.

“What’s funny?” I ask.

“Not funny. Just thinking.”

“What about?”

“Truth or dare?”

“What? Again? You squealed with the last one.”

“Yeah… But you like the belly ring don’t you.”

“I do. So what—” The buzzer interrupts me. “I’ll get it,” I say, change jingling in my pocket to pay the pizza boy. But when I come back, the box steaming oregano and garlic, you’re there, waiting.

The duvet is laid out over the carpet; it makes a pale frame for you; for your gorgeous naked body, for your long, dark hair, fanned over the creamy linen, and for your eyes, which linger and hold mine.

Your gaze drops to the pizza box, then shifts to the ridge in my trousers.

“Ditch the pizza.” You grin.

Abso-fuckin-lutely.

Then you stretch; your waist taut and flat, a glint from the belly-ring as you writhe and arch.

You did that for me.

Your knees a little open, tilting your hips, you curve your arms over your head as you offer yourself. Your mouth opens and you suck at your lips. I don’t think it’s deliberate, not fake or forced, but your tongue swipes over the skin, moisture gleaming.

Your tongue… Lapping over my shaft, caressing the delicate skin of my cockhead.

I kick off my shoes, unbelt, unzip, shrug off my pants and your eyes drop to my erection, twitching upright, pulsing for you, itching to bury itself inside you.

Another dare?

What would you look like blindfolded?

Just a shimmer of black satin binding your eyes…

Would you be afraid if I asked?

I don’t want to scare you…

Quivering with your heartbeat, your breasts rise and fall as your breathing accelerates; soft, rose-tipped by your hardening nipples, a temptation to my mouth.

“Open up,” I command. But I keep my words soft.

You, kneeling for me as I stand over you, looking down.

Your hands bound behind you with a cord in black silk

Or red perhaps…

You part your knees, displaying pale thighs and your pink and lovely pussy. Moisture shines at the seam, a fine trickle inviting me closer.

I drop to my knees, pressing my palms to your thighs, easing myself in to fasten my mouth over you. I slide my tongue between your swelling lips and probe, winding inside you, swiping against that inner muscle.

Mewling softly, you undulate under me. Your hips rise, straining and curving to meet me as I lick and lap and tongue-fuck you.

Looking down towards your upturned face, part-hidden under ebony satin and beyond.

Through the valley of your breasts, heavy and warm, swaying as you breathe, to the smooth curve of your belly and the parting of your thighs…

I love your taste; the briny-lemony tang of your arousal; the growing flow that says you want me. As I suck away your honey, your sex heats and swells, your pussy opening and unfurling. And when I look up, my gaze sliding along the length of your body, you’re watching me, lips curving.

You kneel, chin tilted up, your knees parted so I can see the sheen of your desire where you’ve wet your own thighs.

Your arousal blooms and swells; in a heady musky cloud as, masked and blind, you wonder when I will fuck you.

Your mouth open for me.

Waiting…

Your clit tempts me away from your pussy; so small a thing under its fleshy hood, but as I ease it free, spiralling my tongue-tip around the tiny dome, you shudder and moan. Your fingers coil into my hair, the nails digging into my scalp and sending pinpricks of pain down to my groin. My balls tighten and crawl, and my shaft hardens further.

I tongue-flick over the tip of your bud, but you jerk and yell, trying to escape the overload. So instead, I work down, probing for a tender spot at the base where I can work the root and know that all I’m doing is exciting you, ramping you up the spiral of arousal. Fingers and tongue together, I play you, massage you, feel the vibration of your thighs passing through my shoulders.

Perspiration sheens your skin now and a scarlet bloom blushes over your stomach, rising to your breasts and beyond. Sliding up and across your body, over wide hips to the narrowness of your waist, I kiss you, taste you, breathe you in.

Then moving further, to your breasts and the peak of hard nipples, I explore you with mouth and hands, my face and palms skimming you, tracing your outline. Locking my lips over a nipple, it plumps and crinkles. And when I take it in my teeth, nipping and tugging, you moan a soft sound and my erection pulses a response. I push a thumb in your mouth, and you mirror me with a soft bite.

I stand over you, offering my cock to your open mouth—brushing your lips as I seep over the skin, anointing you with my pre-cum.

“Lick me.”

Your tongue makes long, languorous strokes over my length before circling my cockhead, the wet heat of your flesh a scorching ecstasy.

My shaft hardens and stiffens as you taste me, quivering with my heartbeat…

Gliding further over you, I cover you with my body, locking my mouth with yours, nudging your entrance with my cock. I don’t enter immediately, instead, taking a moment to enjoy you and to let you enjoy me.

To savour the anticipation…

Then, easing into you, my flesh inside yours, I find you hot and slick and welcoming. Your pussy clutches and throbs around me as I fill you, sheathing myself. And I want nothing more than this; to move within you, to make love to you, to fuck you to a beautiful climax and to hear your mewling, your sighing and your screaming as your body responds to mine.

Thrusting gently at first, slowly, I work your flesh with my own, my hard thighs and harder cock crowning your smooth flesh, penetrating your softer body. Angling myself, I aim for your sweet spot, that place inside you that I know brings you pleasure. Your legs swing up, curling around my hips, angling your passage as I pierce you. With each stroke, I build speed and power. And nuzzling into your neck, pressing against you, your pulse drums against my face.

I could come now, shoot everything I have into you in a brief blissful moment, but I want more than this.

As do you.

You ease out from under me, slipping to the side, your smile glorious as you head south. Crouched over me, your grin is wicked as, just for a moment, you make me wait…

A heartbeat…

Two…

Three…

You open your mouth over my erection, lapping at me, and swiping and sucking.

My cock is engorged, aching and ram-rod hard; huge now…

For you.

I watch the glistening, purple-red head slip in and out from between your lips as you suck.

Licking away your own juices from my length, you lap at the dewdrop of pre-cum at the slit. Your tongue makes long, easy strokes, from base to head, curling and caressing, and you cup my balls, massaging them in your palm, pushing your fingertips into the root of my penis as you wrap your mouth around the shaft.

Then, rising, fastening yourself over me, pumping up and down with a noisy suction, in and out, you fuck me with your heated mouth, sending lightning sizzling through groin and loins and thighs.

My breath is tight. My heart bangs against my ribs, and light and shadow dance behind my closed lids. I want to respond, to thrust, to drive myself deep into your throat until you take me balls-tight against your face…

I kneel with you, upright, my face to yours, pressing my shaft to your belly as I reach down and in…

Fingering you.

Playing with your hard, slick bud, flicking and teasing and spiralling as you twitch and moan, swaying on your knees in your darkened world, your shoulders flexing against your restrained arms and wrists as you try to remain upright…

“You may not move.”

You gasp, a sharp inhalation at my command. But still you teeter as I play you, every nerve spiking; every muscle taut as I pluck and play and pinch your sweet clit.

You rise to straddle me, poised like the promise of summer as you anchor yourself against me, your pussy over my cock. Your dark tresses tumble over pale shoulders, draping to your waist as your eyes once more lock with mine. The vee of your smooth loins is shiny with your juices, and as you take me inside yourself, your fluid heat laves my groin and thighs and balls.

Your colour is high now, the flush of sex rising over breast and neck, a scarlet tide over skin slippery with sweat, fragrant with lust. Your breasts swing with your movement, swaying with your rhythm as you ride me.

Still holding me inside you, your body moving over mine, you drop to all fours, your breasts over my face, your nipples brushing my mouth, begging to be sucked. Palming one, I nibble and suckle at the other, the hard and crinkled nub in my mouth.

And now, as you rock over me, I thrust up, hard and fast, spearing you, ramming inside you until I bang against your inner walls and hear your gurgle of pleasure.

Harder you ride me, and harder. Your breathing turns to gasping. Sweat beads your forehead…

And you laugh… that brimming, joyful sound that says our fucking together is so good you don’t know what else to do.

And I laugh with you.

Only a month…

I want it to be always like this.

You and Me…

Forever.

Your Rush is coming. I see it rising, bubbling up, fountaining; and I want to watch as it takes you. I want to see that perfect moment when love and lust are the same, and when the joy of the spirit and the mind and the body are one.

I grasp your hips, slow you, ease you down until we lie side by side on soft clean, linen. Kissing you, I love your mouth with mine. Then sliding a hand to your sex, I penetrate you with a finger, then another, curling in to knead your inner wall as scalding juices well over my palm.

But I want to be inside you. I want to feel you come, hear you come, watch you come…

“Lift your leg. Let me in.”

And now, as I ease into you once more, you raise your head, watching as my body enters yours. You slide a hand down to your sex, fingering your clit as I thrust. And as I piston in, you watch my cock fucking you, watch your own hand as you finger yourself, faster and yet faster.

Your breathing grows harder, heavier. Your whimpers become cries. Your cries become wails.

You arch and moan, muscles a-quiver then, as I press a thumb to your clit, your wail becomes a howl. Head flinging back, eyes squeezing closed, you shudder and writhe, and as I thrust, as you work yourself, with a cry that spears through me, you shiver into orgasm.

Your climax comes, your thighs trembling and shuddering to support you. I coil my arm around your waist, pulling you close with one hand, supporting you, plunging in deep with the other.

You cry out, your pussy clenching and spasming around me as I finger-fuck you through your orgasm. Riding high, you wail your glory, your torso jolting and lurching against mine.

It’s so beautiful to watch; you, lost in that moment where the rapture of the body overrules mind and heart and spirit. You convulse, quaking and quivering, enraptured by your own flesh. Your breasts shiver to the hammering of your heartbeat. Teeth gritted, lips curled back, head flung back, your face contorts as though in pain. Your hips jerk and buck, and inside, you clench and constrict.

I feel proud.

I did this.

The moment passes…

You fall calm.

Your eyes open and, staring blankly up, you lie, chest heaving.

After a few moments, your gaze shifts sidelong to mine and, still deep inside you, I can feel it: the pulsing that hasn’t quite died away, the throbbing…

It’s there in you, brimming and glittering, the promise of more…

Another?

Yes.

My cock still rigid for you, I move once more, in and out, in and out, to a pulsing rhythm, kneading you inside, kissing you within. Your lids flutter, and your dark irises roll. You’re already ascending once more, spiralling up, like a skylark into the blue, warbling your song.

You inhale, sharply, deeply; then expel the air in a gasp and once more, shudder into climax. You barely have a voice, your mouth flinging wide as you come again, whimpering your pleasure. Your spine, tensed and arching, every muscle straining, your fingers grip into my arm, tightening, the nails biting in.

And finally, you relax, your face slanting to mine with a slow smile.

“Your turn,” you say.

“I think it is.”

I roll atop you, straddling you, my cock at full mast. And as you did at the start, you lie back, an arm curved over your head, waiting for the show.

Curling fingers around my thickness, I fist myself as you watch. Your lips curve and part to a white gleam of teeth. Your gaze flicks between my eyes and my hand, watching delightedly as I pump myself over you.

I stand. “Open wide,” I say. Then, “Wider…”

You raise your face, jaws straining to take me as I push myself inside you. Your wet heat enfolds me as with thumb and fingers circling my shaft, I work myself to
climax…

I wrap a palm around the back of your head, pinning you…

The tension…

The sparkle…

And, hissing through my teeth.

Aaahhh…

The Release.

And I splash over your face and into your mouth, watching pale cream pool over your tongue as I pulse and throb and spill.

“Swallow…” I say.

You gulp, your throat rippling.

And ripping the blindfold from you, I stoop to open my mouth over yours.

It’s coming.

The Rush.

My thighs tremble.

My groin tenses; a sweet electricity which sparkles and dances.

My balls writhe and crawl and tighten as the surge rises.

Somewhere inside my ears, the blood pounds and sings. And I Come.

Spurting, I give you everything I have. Gasping and groaning, I spatter hot over your belly and tits and face, a pale spume over your skin. One shot, short and intense; then another and another.

And all the while, you laugh with sheer pleasure.

Your laughter.

Your gift as we love and fuck and climax together.

And just as I think I am done, I splash a final pulse over you before dropping to my elbows, heaving and gasping.

Spent, sated, I lean in to kiss you.

You rear up to return the kiss, your eyes bright, your face alive… “How about that pizza?”

“Sounds good. Hey, about that dare… I have an idea…”

And you smile.

*****