me and I can feel the intensity of his bulge pressing between my thighs. He is massive, absolutely huge. I haven’t even seen his erection yet and I’m already wondering what I’m going to do with it… what it will do with me…
“Fuck,” I hiss as his fingers softly trace up my thighs. I’m shuddering intensely already, acting like I am on the edge of an orgasm and he hasn’t even touched me yet. What the hell must Marc think of me? Not that he’s giving me that chance to worry about that right now. He’s edging ever closer to the wet heat pooling in my underwear and I can hardly wait.
“Hmmm,” Marc murmurs in my ear, sounding like he’s struggling with both agony and ecstasy. “You have no idea how long I have been wanting to hold you in my arms, Aisha.”
He breathes out my name, his words tickling all the way through me, causing the butterflies flapping away in my core to grow to the size of damn birds. I love my name on his lips, it’s absolutely delicious. I want him to keep saying it over and over again.
“Shit.” My hips buck violently, almost knocking me off the table as he grazes my clit on the outside of my panties. My head tosses back as the intense pleasure grips me hard. It’s been such a long time since anyone has made me feel good like this, it’s like getting a hit of the most incredible drug all over again… only this one is better and much more addictive. I don’t know if I will ever be able to work away from this one and be the same person again.
“You want more?” he whispers, the words vibrating in his chest. “I can give you more. So much more. You need to tell me what you want.”
This is it… this is him giving me the chance to back away now if I’m not comfortable. He knows that I have struggled which is why I have been turning down his dates, so he’s offering to step back if I want him to. But the only problem is I am in too deep now.
“Everything,” I cry out. “I want everything from you. I need you, Marc.”
Those words seem to turn him in to a mad man. He can’t hold himself back any longer. He yanks my underwear to one side and massages my clit in a relentless manner, causing an onslaught of pleasure to grip me. I buck and writhe, crying out far too loudly through the bliss. I’m trying to be aware of the rest of the world, I don’t want to act too crazy, but I can’t seem to help myself. Marc, who has never touched me before, seems to have an absolute expert way of feeling my body. Even when he plunges those velvety fingers of his deep inside of me, he seems to graze delicious parts of me that I didn’t know was possible.
“Oh, Marc.” I cling to him so tightly I’m pretty sure I’m piercing his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care. He is so focused on my pleasure that he hasn’t even noticed. “Marc, Marc.”
I want him. This isn’t enough. It feels good to have him touching me with his fingers, but it isn’t all of him. We have already overstepped the boundary now, gone over the line that I set myself, and I need to keep on flying. I need him to fuck me until I lose my mind. I need him to take me like I have never been taken before because I have a funny feeling that being with Marc will be a brand-new experience on another scale.
“I want you.” I grip him tight and pull his head towards mine. I don’t want to think too much about what I’m doing because I know I will second guess myself and talk myself out of this in an instant. I don’t want to do this because it feels fucking incredible. “I need you inside of me, Marc. I want you… I… fuck… I need you…”
He steps back from me, but only far enough to tug a condom out of his wallet. This almost makes me smile because thank God he is prepared. I’m certainly not, even though I should be because I know what being unprepared can lead. But my idea was to keep away from men entirely. Not that it’s working out as I want it to.
I watch in awe as