It was nearing midnight when Damien opened the front door for Rachel. They had just finished their 3rd date and when he had suggested a night cap, she could not resist.
He had said he was high up in a business firm in London, but when she walked into his apartment she was stunned. She was standing in a large open plan living space with a black marble kitchen, complete with floating island and breakfast bar. This shared the space with a 3-piece sofa suite, a plush rug and a large fireplace taking centre stage on the far wall. She also noticed a very well stocked glass drinks cabinet in one corner.
There were 3 doors leading into other rooms, the first was a bathroom, the second looked like a bedroom, she was sure she would be more acquainted with this room later. The third door was closed, and her imagination began to run away with her.
As she took her coat off and placed it on one of the breakfast stools, revealing a tight, short, black slip that had been hugging her in ways that made her confidence soar, Damien headed over to the drinks cabinet, pouring himself a whiskey, and a generous vodka tonic for her. Placing them onto the coffee table as he on the sofa, smirking to himself as Rachel looked around the apartment in awe.
“Like the place?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“I didn’t know there were places this big in London,” she replied, to which he let out a slight chuckle. She was not as used to city life, moving only recently to take on a new medical research position at one of the larger hospitals in the capital.
They had met in a small coffee shop she had discovered on her first week. He had bought her coffee and asked her to diner, with his charming smile and a slight gleam in his eye. She couldn’t resist.
While she was studying the kitchenware and wondering if he knew how to cook, she hadn’t heard Damien walk over to her silently and snake one arm around her waist from behind. He slowly brushed her hair to expose her neck to him, bringing his lips down so she could feel his breath gently passing over her skin.
He ran his fingers lightly against her hip and her upper thigh. “Care for a tour?” He asked, to which she could only respond be letting out a rugged breath as she bit her lip and moaning slightly.
In one graceful move he spun her around and had lifted her, so her legs were wrapped around his waist, her dress rising to around her hips by the movement, showing off her black laced thong which was hiding nothing. Holding her around the waist, his other hand had worked up to her neck, pulling her hair back to once again expose her neck to him. Only this time he pressed his lips to her skin, just below when her jaw meets her ear, sending jolts of electricity through her body. As he ran his lips down her neck and across her collar bone, she ran her fingers through his hair and dragged her nails across his back.
As he walked her through to the bedroom, she could feel herself ready to explode with anticipation, it had been a while since she had been intimate with anyone and could already feel her skimpy underwear soaked through from her juices.
As he lowered her onto the bed, she had just enough time to take in the pale grey of the walls and a black and white picture with hint of red before her attention was drawn back to Damien as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a perfectly chiselled body, causing a fluttering to spread through her stomach.
She rose to a sitting position and ran a hand over his torso, slipping a finger through one of his belt loops and pulling him closer to her. She began to trail kissing down his abs as her hands worked nimbly to undo his belt and trousers and pull his now rock-hard cock free. After a slight gasp at the size of him, she quickly pulled the head of his cock into her mouth, circling her tongue around him whilst running her hand along his shaft. He was clearly enjoying himself as he let out a deep moan and moved his hand to the back of her head, wrapping her hair around his hand and thrusting gently into her mouth. As she picked up speed with her hand he thrusted deeper and faster into her wanting mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat.
He pulled out from her in a quick moment that left a slight salty taste from the precum he had left in her throat and pulled Rachel to her feet. He deftly undid her dress and bra which fell to her feet and tore the thong from her body, which too fell to the floor, in pieces.
She stood for a short moment to allow him to take her in, her large tits and tight curves, leading down to a hairless pussy and perky arse. She turned slowly for him and crawled onto the bed, resting on her hand and spreading her knees a little to show off her tight and dripping pussy lips.
Damien ran his hand over her arse, then ran a finger up her thigh and to her opening, causing a shudder to run through her. She fell onto her elbows, allowing her a better view of her tight arse and pussy. Sliding a finger into her, she moaned and felt her juices run onto him, allowing him to slide a second finger in with ease.
At the moment she could take it no longer, he pulled his fingers from her and replaced them with his cock, using it to circle to entrance to her wanting pussy.
He slid his, now throbbing, cock into her, stretching and filling her as she thrust back against him. As he slowly withdrew and pushed back in, she could feel her first orgasm rising inside of her.
While deep inside of her, he pulled her, so she was just on her knees. Taking one of her tits in his hand, squeezing her nipple between his fingers, he used the other hand to hold her hip tightly and pull her against him with each thrust he made. Within moments she shuddered into orgasm and fell forwards onto the bed, Damien’s hard cock falling out of her.
“What a good girl,” he murmured, stroking her clit lightly with one finger causing post orgasmic spasms to flow through her.
Rolling onto her back, she spread her legs for him and pulled him into her soaked pussy. He wrapped on of his arms under her legs and pulled it upwards, allowing him to thrust deeper into her. His thrusted deepening and hardening as his own orgasm drew nearer.
Kissing into her neck, biting gently against her ear lobes as he let out a deep guttural moan, thrusting into her deeply and this time releasing her leg to pull her closer by the arse, shooting his orgasm into her as she too fell into what she thought would be her final orgasm of the night, each spasm of his cock sending wave upon wave of pleasure through her quivering pussy.
Collapsing onto the bed next to her, he pulled her in for a deep kiss, rolling his tongue over her lip, causing another spasm to spur on her fading orgasm.
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