An Old Friend [romantic] [MF]

[Eek! First post! Hopefully it’s steamy enough for you all!]

His jacket, which was keeping the autumn chill off my bare shoulders, smelled good. I took in a deep breath, remembering what it smelled like when we were dancing just a few hours ago. He glanced over from the driver’s side of my car and smirked, but said nothing.

“Thanks again for the ride.” I offered, relaxed with the last of the rum flowing through my veins.

“It’s the least I could do.” He shrugged. “You’re driving me to and from the airport.”

“Oh, don’t mention it,” I scoffed. “It’s my pleasure. I enjoy spending time with you. Always have, if you didn’t notice.” I winced inside. Oops, that’s the rum talking! Keep yourself together, girl!

“I noticed.” He laughed.

The rum loosened up my tongue again, before I could stop it. “Why didn’t you make a pass at me before, then?”

This clearly caught him off gaurd, but instead of shrugging me off, he cocked his head. “I always thought you were too much of a good little Catholic girl for me.”

I laughed. “I thought you were a good Catholic boy yourself, my friend.”

He slid me a sideways glance. “I wasn’t.”

I laughed again. “Well I was. Then. Not now.” Damnit, rum! Stop it!
He looked over at me again, amused, but didn’t say anything as we pulled into the parking lot of my building.

“Thanks.” “I’ll walk you up.” We said in unison.

We had the elevator to ourselves, but he stood close to me, just like he had all night. Is he doing this on purpose? If he’s just looking for a lay there were probably better candidates than me at that wedding. We’d been friends for years, and even though he had moved across the country two years ago we’d stayed in touch. He’d never once implied that he had any interest in me. So now that the rum is telling him I’ve loosened up since our University days he’s interested? Bastard!

But then the elevator door opened and he stepped out first, holding the door for my drunk ass and stearing me down the hall to my room with his hand on the small of my back. He’s such a gentleman, though. He was so easy to talk to, so kind and generous. And his hands felt good on me while we were dancing, and when he held my hand as we traipsed over uneven ground in these heels for a picture with the bride.

And before I knew it we were standing in front of my door, and the rum was saying, “would you like to come in?”

He smirked that boyish smirk. “I think you’ve had too much to drink.”
I poked a finger into his chest, which was pretty much eye level for me. “I have had the exact right amount to drink, I do believe.”

I turned my back on him to unlock the door, and now it was my turn to hold the door for him and wave him inside. He hesitated for just a moment, assessing the situation, before coming in.

“I did always like you, you know.” He said without warning. I stood in the entryway, suddenly feeling awkward. Rum! Why’d you do me like this? “I just didn’t think I could give you what you needed.”

“And what is it you think I needed?”

“Commitment.”

“Well I don’t need commitment right now.” Damnit, rum!

He took a step closer and slid his jacket off my shoulders, brushing my skin gently. I looked up at his brown sugar eyes, which were sparkling with mischief, frozen in nervousness. He was a head taller than me and built like an ox; his custom suit hid his broad chest and the muscular shoulders and arms he’d developed since he’d been away. He reached past me to hang the jacket on the doorknob behind me.

He hooked a finger under my chin to tip my head back and kissed me gently. His lips were soft but sure. When my mouth answered, he buried one hand in my hair and the other spread across my back, pulling me even closer.

I wrapped my hands around his neck as his tongue found mine. We stood making out for what seemed like an hour, before he pulled away. Without a word, he took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. He sat on the bed and pulled me in to sit on his lap so we could resume kissing. I stroked his closely cropped hair and neck, while his hand found the zipper on the back of my dress. As he unzipped the dress and started undoing my bra I could feel him getting harder under me. My own underwear was getting wet as he finally got my bra open and lightly massaged my naked back with his big hands.

I stood, letting my dress and bra fall to the floor. He had a hungry look in his eye as he grabbed my hand and tried to pull me forward. I resisted, but not because I didn’t want it. Instead i dropped to my knees in front of him and started freeing his hard cock from his pants. He groaned when it finally broke free and i stroked his smooth skin, teasing. His hand tousled my hair as I leaned forward to taste him, licking him mischievously at first before taking him into my mouth. He groaned again as my mouth moved up and down his shaft. I pulled his pants down a bit more so i could fondle his balls; a sigh of pleasure escaped him.

“Get up here,” he beckoned, unbottoning his dress shirt. I slid my way back up, running my hands up his muscular chest and shoulders. He wrapped his arms around my waist and playfully tossed me on the bed. I giggled as he stepped out of his pants and threw his shirt aside. He fondled my breasts, pinching my nipples just so before sliding his hands to my panties and taking them off. He kissed his way back up one of my legs to my inner thigh, making me shiver with anticipation. He stroked my mound as if in admiration, before tentatively sticking a finger in my dripping pussy. I whimpered as he licked my clit gently, and drug his tongue all over my vulva. He put another finger or two in my pussy and focused his mouth on my clit, sucking, licking, and nibbling.

Finally, when I was good and fired up, he pulled his weight on top of me and rested his throbbing cock between my legs. He kisses me long and deep, and I could taste my pussy juices on his mouth.

“Is this what you want?” He whipsered in my ear, nibbling the lobe, gently probing my wet hole with his cock.

“Yes,” I breathed.

His cock slowly pushed into my pussy, making me moan in pleasure, until it filled up my wet hole. I closed my eyes as he stroked in and out, over and over, keeping a steady beat. He kissed my mouth, my neck, my breasts, as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around him so he’d hit just the right spot with his cock. I ran my hands over his back and shoulders, revelling in the feel of his muscles working.

After a few minutes he rolled over, pulling me on top of him. I sat up, allowing him to fondle my breasts as I grinded his cock, pushing my clit into his body. I could feel the wave building inside me, my pussy tightening around his cock and giving away a spasm or two.

“Not yet!” He proclaimed to my dismay, and gently tossed me off him. I groaned in disappointment, but it was muffled by the dripping cock he shoved into my mouth. He grabbed the back of my head with both hands, using my mouth for his pleasure. I held on to his thighs for dear life as he pumped again and again into my mouth. No man had ever face fucked me like this before, but to my surprise I found it exhilarating. He finally eased out of my mouth with a moan of pleasure, leaning down to kiss me deeply, kneading my breasts and sliding his hands up and down my body.

His big hands took hold of my hips and he flipped me onto my stomach before propping me up on my knees. I laid my head on the pillow, ass in the air, and he stole a taste of my pussy before saddling up to my thighs and easing his cock inside me.

I gasped at the feeling of the angle as he penetrated me deeply, pulled all the way out, and thrust inside again. He leaned forward to grab a nipple and I propped myself up on my hands to allow it. He buried his face in my hair and neck as he buried his cock in my pussy, slowly at first, but steadily picking up speed. He pulled me back with a strong arm across my collarbone.

“I want you to play with your clit. I want to feel you cum on my cock,” his usually smooth voice was raspy with desire in my ear. He let me go and I sunk back down to the pillow so I could reach back and massage my throbbing clit.

As I played with myself, he breifly pulled his cock out and rubbed my wetness into my exposed ass crack. Before I could wonder why, his cock was back in my pussy and now his thumb was massaging my asshole. I gasped as he ever so carefully slid it into my ass, then buried my head into my pillow to muffle the moan as his thrusting sped up.

The wave of pleasure started building rapidly now. The feeling of his one hand gripping my hip to brace me as he fucked my pussy while the other hand was resting on my ass, thumb stretching my asshole, was too much. He felt it to.

“I want to cum inside you.”

“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh please, yes.”

Suddenly the dam broke and wave after wave of orgasm spilled over me. I cried in pleasure into my pillow as my muscles squeezed his cock and thumb. He buried his cock as deep as it would go, and let his orgasm take over. I could feel his cock throbbing as his warm cum filled me up. He popped his thumb out of my ass and grabbed onto my hips, trying to get his cock even further in. Something about this turned me on so much that another wave of orgasm swept over me, and my pussy muscles squeezed every last drop of cum out of him. He leaned on me, savouring the feeling, and his weight pushed me down onto the bed.

We lay there for some time, his cock buried in my pussy, from behind, panting. As his cock began to soften up, he rolled off me with a sigh.
“Damnit, that was good.”

I half coherently mumbled my agreement, unable to move as I felt the juices begin to run out of my pussy. He slid an arm under me and pulled me to him so my head rested on his chest. I listened to his racing heart slow to a normal pace as I drifted off in his arms.

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