was going to happen tomorrow. I didn’t care what was going to happen in the weeks ahead. Tonight was about us. Tonight was about the beautiful man, the musical man. This man who knew me, who was getting to know me, and was doing everything to let me know I was special in his life.
He growled as he kissed me and pushed me down. I felt him pulling my panties down, and when his mouth touched my clit, I cried out. He sucked and licked and stuck his tongue inside of me, fucking me hard with his tongue so that it almost felt like it was his cock. I grabbed his hair, crying out, not wanting him to stop.
“Oh yes, Connor. Please, please.”
He licked and he sucked me as no man had ever done before, not even Lucas. I felt a slight guilt at the thought. Yes. I’d come with Lucas, and yes, I’d had fun, but it hadn’t felt like this. It hadn’t felt so deep, so sensual, so right. He kissed back up my body and kissed me on the lips.
“I want to be inside of you, Gemma. I want to fuck you.”
“Yes Connor, please. Yes.”
He reached down to his pants and pulled out his wallet and took out a condom wrapper. I watched as he ripped it open and placed it on his cock. I stared up at him.
“Connor, fuck me now, please.” I could hear myself begging him, and I didn’t care. I just needed to feel him inside of me. And when he came on top of me and he lifted my legs up, I could feel my body melting at his touch. He positioned his cock between my legs, and then thrust into me. It felt like heaven.
“Oh yes!” I screamed as he grabbed me and kissed me. He thrust into me deep and hard, and I could feel him filling me up.
“Fuck, you feel so good. You’re so wet for me, Gemma.” He groaned into my ear.
I held onto his back and scratched, my fingernails digging in deep, and he fucked me hard, and then harder, and harder, and I could feel that I was about to come.
Just as I was close, he pulled out of me, and I moaned, crying up at him, “What are you doing?”
“Not yet, my love,” he said, and then he paused. I knew we both had heard him say, “my love.” I wasn’t sure if he regretted the statement, but I wasn’t going to call him out on it. He rolled onto his back and then pulled me on top of him.
“Ride me,” he said. “I want to see your face as I make you come.”
I sat on top of him and ground myself into his cock before letting it slip in. He groaned as I ground my hips into him, his cock slipping in and out of me as I moved faster and faster. I could feel my breasts bouncing up and down, and he reached up and grabbed them, before leaning forward and taking one nipple in his mouth and sucking.
“Oh, Connor,” I said.
“Keep on fucking me, Gemma. I want you to ride me. Ride me like you’ve never ridden anyone before.”
There was a hoarseness to his voice that told me that he wanted this as badly as I wanted it, and I continued to ride him. He grabbed my hips suddenly and moved me up and down with a ferocity I’d never felt before. He was deeper and deeper than I ever thought was possible. And before I knew what was happening, his body was shuddering. He was coming.
He reached between my legs and rubbed my clit fast and faster, and I continued moving up and down on him until I felt myself climaxing as well. I screamed his name before I fell on top of him and kissed him. We rolled over and just stared at each other, his cock still inside of me as we lay there.
“That was amazing,” he said as he lightly touched the side of my face. “Absolutely amazing.”
“It was,” I said as I leaned over and kissed him. “It was.”
About five minutes later, he pulled his cock out and pulled the condom off and rolled it up and put it at the side of the bed. He pulled me into his arms and then stroked my hair.
“So, as much as I love this.” He grinned. “There’s so much more I want to do and show you tonight.”