Her nervous energy was getting the best of her. He was on his way to her hotel room and she couldn’t contain her excitement.
They’d been friends for a couple of years now, even close friends. They shared a chemistry that was unexplainable but real. They had chatted the first night about how they both felt the butterflies and sparks but how it would never be anything more than a friendship. He was in a relationship and she was married. She also lived several states away. It just wasn’t in the cards. Still, it didn’t keep her from often wondering what might have been. They chatted on the phone often and when they did, it just felt right.
The feeling of comfort, friendship, and sexual tension never went away and certainly never minimized, only building over time. By now, he knew her better than her own husband knew her. Their ability to share information comfortably with each other allowed him to learn everything about her. What turned her on, what her fantasies were, and secrets she had never told anyone, including her husband. That feeling of trust meant something to her, it meant something to both of them.
The universe finally allowed for the two of them to be in the same room at the same time. They both had work functions that put them in the same city for the first time in a year. They had agreed to meet at her hotel downstairs for a drink and then see what the day led to. It was a Sunday afternoon so neither of them had any obligations. This made her happy – he was hers in real life for an entire afternoon. No calls. No texts. No video screens. This was real and her increased pulse was showing her anxiousness.
Knock knock knock.
Her heart skipped a beat. Her palms became sweaty. He wasn’t supposed to come directly to her room. Was it even him? Of course it was, he would do something like this just to make her anxious.
“What the FUCK. Get ahold of yourself, it’s just a friend,” she told herself.
She walked to the door and opened it. He was standing there in jeans, a button down, and a smile.
“Hi, you,” she said as she hugged him. “It’s good to see you.”
“Yeah, this feels weird. Why am I so nervous right now?” he asked her as he laughed.
“I don’t know, but it’s fun to feel this way. Let’s go grab a drink like we had planned.”
“Or let’s just settle in here and relax before doing anything,” he said. She always liked his confidence and ability to be decisive, even if it clashed with her own personality.
“Okay, but what are we going to do?” she asked.
“I don’t know” as he flopped down on the couch in the room. His legs were spread open and he leaned into the back of the chair and sighed heavily, closing his eyes, trying not to show that he was trying to control his breathing. “Let’s just sit for a minute and enjoy being in the same room.”
She couldn’t decide if it was intentional or not but the way he was sitting with his legs spread apart and feet on the ground reminded her how she had often given her husband blow jobs and she wanted to make him feel uncomfortable with tension. She got down on her knees between his legs and faced him.
“Don’t sit like that, it makes me think bad thoughts,” she said with a grin. She also wanted to show him that he didn’t scare her, that she had a dominant side that he couldn’t control.
She was caught off guard when he called her bluff and brought his knees into her body, squeezing, pulling her in. She looked down at the bulge in his pants and looked back up at him. It was only 2 minutes in and she already wanted to take it further but she knew it couldn’t happen. She reminded herself why she hated playing games with him, he always knew when she was bluffing. She was reminded that he knew her better than any other person on Earth.
“Have something on your mind?” Now he was playing games with her.
“Yes, your dick,” she said bluntly. “I can’t have it though.”
Uncomfortable at what had already built up, he smiled and stood up, breaking the tension. She was relieved that the pressure was off for the moment but somehow disappointed that nothing actually happened. He walked over to the window and looked out.
“I had to stand up there. I was afraid if I stayed sitting down, you’d rip my pants off and start sucking,” he said. “I saw how you were staring.”
The word sucking caught her off guard. Her mind drifted for a second. She felt her panties get wet at the thought of blowing him. She stood next to him at the window and tried to distract herself.
“I have to keep you guessing,” she said. “But you are wrong. Nothing is going to happen here tonight.” She felt the weight of the lie and tried to keep a straight face.
He turned and walked up behind her. He put his left hand on the front of her left hip and his right hand over her shoulder and onto her neck. She felt the strength of his hand around her neck. He relaxed his hand and moved it down to her chest, resting it on her above her breasts, feeling her heavy breathing. He pulled her into him and she felt his dick against her ass. It was the first time she has ever felt it. Her breathing got heavier.
He leaned in and put his mouth against her ear and asked “Are you sure nothing can happen?” She felt his warm breath on her and felt his teeth grab her ear. Her heart started beating faster.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m breaking these barriers,” he replied. He grabbed her left hand and pulled it behind her back and put it on his dick. She felt the warmth and size of his penis and was surprised by both. “I know you want this to happen.”
Her hand instinctively started rubbing his already-swollen cock. He started lowering his right hand beneath her collar bone and it was now firmly on her chest. He inched his fingers down inside of her shirt while still biting her ear. She felt his tongue around her ear. His fingers were just outside her bra. Time had slowed, it felt like an eternity. His hand stopped and his left hand grabbed the wrist that was massaging his dick, stopping her motion. She knew this was her last chance to stop anything.
“You do want it, right?” he asked in a quiet voice, sensing her hesitation.
“Yes. Fuck, yes,” was all she could reply.
In a quick move, his right hand slipped into the cup of her bra and grabbed her breast. She closed her eyes and inhaled, drawing every ounce of resistance she could muster.
“But I don’t think I can,” she whispered.
He moved his left hand off her hip and slid it into her jeans. He pulled his other hand out of her bra and both hands became focused on unbuttoning her jeans. When they were unbuttoned, he unzipped them but kept them on her hips.
His right hand went back inside her shirt and started massaging her breast again. Her nipple got hard. She felt the warmth of his hand on her sensitive skin and took another deep breath, trying to control her emotions.
She reached back to find his cock again. She just wanted the warmth in her hand. She wanted to feel him, all of him, in her hand.
She realized that he had slipped his left hand into her panties and was moving his hand back and forth, feeling her freshly shaved pussy and lips. His pressure on her pussy lips was firm and intentional. Her panties were soaked by now, she was turned on at the thought of the wetness that he was about to find.
She wanted to take control back from him so she turned around to face him and dropped to her knees. She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down. His black, slick underwear couldn’t contain the rock-hard cock that was underneath them.
She pulled his underwear down to see his cock for the first time in person. It was fatter than she expected, full of girth. It was also long, a good size. It was smooth and circumsized, bowing up towards his stomach. The head was bulging and red. She could see the veins throbbing.
Wanting to wait no more, she took him in her mouth and heard him let out a deep, relaxed moan. She felt his muscles loosen and realized just how tense he had been.
He was already dripping in precum, she could taste it. She grabbed the shaft and stroked, making sure to keep his head fully absorbed in her mouth. Her tongue massaged his head while she kept her lips around it.
She slowly stroked him, sucked, and played with her tongue. She had complete control.
She fucking loved his cock. She loved the taste of it, she loved the size and shape of it. She loved the power of having every ounce of his soul in her hands in that moment, every inch of his body in touching distance. She wanted him to cum in her mouth.
She sucked and massaged his cock. She pulled her mouth off and licked from the bottom base of his dick all the way to his head. She wanted to taste every part of him.
He reached down and put his hand under her chin. He gently pulled her up, pressuring her to stand up and face him. She wasn’t ready to stop but she knew she was ready for more of him. He grabbed her by the hips and shoved her toward the couch, forcing her to fall down into it. Before she could even stand up, he was on top of her and kissing her, pressing his lips against hers. She felt his wet tongue in her mouth, felt the weight of his body against her.
He climbed down to his knees on the floor and pulled her pants off. As he did, he kissed her calves, taking his time working up towards her knees.
She felt his tongue on the inside of her thighs and she realized she was holding her breath again. She sighed.
His mouth was near her panties when he reached up and pulled them to the side. She felt the warmth of his mouth on her pussy, feeling every hard breath against her.
He licked her lips and spread two fingers inside of her. His tongue then found her clit and flicked it up and down. He slid her panties off and went back to eating her out. His mouth was gently sucking on her clit and his tongue was moving side to side.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said. He put two fingers inside of her and gently pressed on her g-spot. He kept licking her clit as he moved his fingers inside of her.
She moaned as she felt his fingers inside and his tongue on her clit. He pressed his tongue flat against her pussy, running it slowly from her pussy all the way through her lips.
He kept his fingers pulsating inside of her, rythmically moving them in and out.
His mouth worked its way up to her breasts where he sucked on her nipple. He pulled his other hand out and started massaging her clit while she felt her nipple get sucked to the back of his mouth. His tongue felt good on her nipple, tossing it around and making quick, powerful motions against it.
“I want all of you inside me. Turn me around and go from behind,” she said.
“No,” he responded. “You’re going to look me in the eye while this happens.”
Just as the words left his mouth, she felt the fullness of his girth enter her. He stared into her eyes and held his gaze, as she stared into his soul and felt his body. Their mouths connected, their tongues twisted together. He placed his hand on her cheek, wrapping his fingers around her head and pulling her in tighter, pushing his cock deeper inside of her.
He thrusted slowly, passionately, intently. She stared into his eyes, seeing his hunger, seeing his thirst for her. Her breathing had slowed. Time had slowed.
He pulled his cock out and she saw it, dripping with juice and begging for more.
“Now turn over,” he said.
She rolled over to her stomach on the couch and dropped to her knees on the floor. Her breasts were pressed against the cushions. He got on his knees behind her and grabbed her ass, lifting and pushing her into the couch.
She felt his fullness again as her entered her from behind. He grabbed her hair and pulled her hair back as he thrusted hard into her ass cheeks. She felt the pain on her head but the pleasure in her pussy was worth it. In a sudden move, he slapped her ass and jerked her head back again.
She felt the sting of the slap and she fucking loved it.
“Do it again,” she ordered.
She felt the sting again.
“Again.”
Another stinging sensation.
He was riding her hard now, pulsing in and out in long, hard thrusts. His breathing had intensified and he was moaning. Her orgasm was going to blow at any minute.
She felt her heart racing and felt his balls hitting her clit. His pace picked up more. She could feel his pelvis hitting her asshole.
Another sting from a hand slap.
“God that feels so fucking good,” she exclaimed. “I’m about to cum.”
He continued thrusting inside of her, squeezing her ass and spreading her cheeks. He admired her ass, rubbing her asshole with his thumb. He continued thrusting.
“I am about…to…cum,” she said. Words were getting harder to find.
“Cum for me,” he said as he gave his hardest squeeze yet.
His body seized up and his muscles contracted. She felt his cock inflate inside of her and she released her orgasm. Together, they moaned and held the blackness of the orgasm. She felt his cum explode inside of her and felt his cock twitch. It was so fucking powerful, their bodies slowing together and easing out of the orgasm.
The breaths got longer, the heart rate slowed. He was still in her, pulling her in, drawing her closer to his body.
She felt his arms wrap around her body, keeping his penis inside her warm, wet pussy.
She didn’t want the moment to end.
“Stay inside me,” she said.
His hands moved up to her breasts where he grabbed both of them tenderly. She was still bent over the couch on her knees, her ass rubbing against his stomach. He kept his dick inside of her.
She started feeling the cum ooze out of her. He pulled out and she saw the cum and pussy juice mixed up, dripping off the tip of his cock.
His cock was looking softer, his body reflecting what had just happened. She smiled at rolled to her back on the couch, still feeling the leaking cum.
He kissed her again, sorry pulling away.
“I think it’s time for that drink now.”
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