Erotic Story: You, me and a drink

‘Place your feet on the table,’ he pants in excitement. I do as he says and automatically push my pelvis towards him. He briefly stares at my heat and licks his lips. I grin excitedly, throw my head bYou, me and a drink? With a smile on my face so wide that it almost hurts, I stare at my phone. You, me and a drink, I confirm. I throw my phone somewhere in the corner of my couch and jump up and run to the bathroom to freshen up. Then I study my reflection, admiring my long locks, and adjust my clothes. I spray some of my favourite perfume on my neck. It barely takes fifteen minutes before he rings the bell. We don’t see each other that often, but when we do, it’s always a hit. James has a thrilling effect on me. Straight to the point, we both know what we want and what we can expect from each other. ‘Hi.’ ‘Hey, come in.’

I lead the way to the living room and offer him something to drink, to be polite, because we both know that it’s not really necessary. When we reach the kitchen, I feel his hand on my lower back and turn around hungrily. How can it be that I’m turned on by just a simple message from him. ‘You always smell so good.’ He lunges at me and presses me against the edge of the countertop. Before I know it, he’s holding my face in his hands and passionately presses his lips on mine. I open my mouth a little to let his tongue in and enjoy the dazzling feeling his touch gives me. I automatically start to moan softly in his mouth and wrap my arms around his waist. He suddenly grabs my hair and pulls my head back. ‘I’ve been looking forward to the moment I can fuck you again for a long time.’ Holy shit… He’s not the only one. 

He furiously presses kisses on my neck and gradually sinks further down. When he reaches the edge of my pants, he deftly starts to loosen it and then pulls it down. With a growl, my thong follows, and he kicks them somewhere in the corner of the kitchen. I lean my hands against the countertop and feel naked. I’m suddenly conscious of my most sensitive part so exposed. I look at him wide-eyed as he stands up. His eyes seem to be looking for something in mine, but I don’t exactly know what I should give him. Confused and excited at the same time he grabs my waist, lifts me up and I willingly wrap my legs around his waist. Through his jeans, his boner presses against my stomach and a wave of pure lust rushes through my body.

He takes me to the dining table, and gently lowers me onto it. He grabs my thighs and forces them up. ack and feel him pressing his tongue firm and flat against my clit. A loud moan escapes my mouth. He eats from me like a starving animal. Again and again his tongue slides through me and along my clit. Every now and then it sinks down further. I feel warm drops running between my buttocks. It’s the thrilling mix of my horniness and his saliva. My moaning gets louder and my heart races like I just ran a marathon. 

‘Oh, yes!’ Right before my orgasm, suddenly this bliss ends. I lift my head and see that he is standing upright. He grabs my chin and forces me to rise too. He presses his lips to mine and I playfully bite his bottom lip. ‘You’re driving me crazy, you know?,’ he hisses. I frantically start unbuttoning his jeans and can’t wait for him to penetrate me. He’s in his boxers, pulls his shirt over his head and there’s a moment of silence. ‘Go on.’ The mischievous twinkle in his eyes feels like approval. We both want this. 

My fingers curl around the edge of his boxers and I pull it down slowly. His boner jumps free and I’m gasping for breath seeing all its inches. He wraps his arms around my thighs and pulls my lower body to the edge of the table. He gently slides his cock through my labia, only increasing my desires. Then he stops before my opening, drops a dollop of saliva on his boner and deftly divides it with one of his fingers. He positions himself, takes hold of his boner and thrusts himself inside me. My hands grab the edge of the table for support. A short excited scream echoes through my kitchen. ‘Fuck, you’re even tighter than I remember,’ he mutters in fits and starts. I moan heatedly to the rhythm of this thrusts. His hand leans on the table next to me and my eyes fall on his muscular arms. Then I feel his fingers wrap tightly around my neck. Strangely enough, the lack of air has an immensely thrilling effect on me and I start to whimper. 

Images of the first time flash through my mind, they all seem to come back crystal clear. This man is so abnormally good at fucking. I remember how hard he slapped my ass last time and the bite mark I found on my shoulder afterwards. I suddenly recall the numb feeling I felt down under for days. When he lets go of my throat, I gasp for breath and pant uncontrollably. He places his thumb tightly against my clit and starts running circling. ‘Yes. This. Is. So. Good,’ I moan to his rhythm. ‘Hmmm,’ he groans; ‘please come with me.’

He increases the pressure, his circles run wilder and wilder and his thrusts seem to go deeper too. The muscles in his arms that fascinated me before, seem to tighten now. From my toes, I feel the heat taking over my body. ‘I’m coming! I’m coming!’ There’s not much time to get startled by my own outbursts. My body starts to tingle in no time and a blissful orgasm washes over me. I feel James reaching climax in jerky movements. Then he collapses, leans his elbows on the table and leans over me. He presses his forehead gently against my chest, that’s rising and falling rapidly. ‘I’ll have that drink now,’ James pants with a grin.