We’d already fucked once that night. It was the first time we’d met. If the vibes are right you’re getting fucked on our first date. Now we were lying naked, on top of all my blankets, not a pillow in sight. My muscles were still shaking and we were still kissing and exploring each other’s bodies. He wanted to get under the covers and between kisses asked if I wanted him to spend the night. I did want him to stay, I was 1000% hoping to have him inside me again. Once we were cocooned in blankets his mouth became hungrier, his hands in my hair, legs between mine.
“Thank god,” I thought, as I grew intensely eager for the nth time that night. Heat and wetness quickly growing between my legs.
Our bodies are opposites. I’m soft and indulgent while he is hard and sculpted. I ran my hands over his body, appreciating the anatomy of him. His cock is the thick and heavy kind. Not one that bounces around when erect, but lies heavy, pulsing. I felt it lying on his hard stomach, waiting for me. Rolling on top of him I grabbed hold and helped him enter. My wetness making a deep and full stroke easy on the first try. I moaned and rocked back on him several times. The feeling of fullness he gave me made me ask him, “how do you feel so good?”