We kissed. All that emotion wrapped up into a single point in time and space made me dizzy.
I put my hands on his waist, loving the solid feeling of his body. His kisses became more urgent, that long, thick tongue dancing around in my mouth. Is this make-up sex? Already?
He pulled away, staring deeply into my eyes. Time slowed as he showed me what it meant to be desired. I saw it in his eyes as they burrowed through mine into my very soul.
“Let’s take this slow,” I said, putting my palms on his chest and pushing lightly.
“I can’t take it slow, not with you looking so hot.”
As he kissed me again, I acquiesced, wrapping my arms around him and holding tight. I would cling to him forever if he let me. His hands fumbled with my blouse. I had picked it that morning to feel like a different person while walking on campus and going to class.
I pulled the bottom of his sweatshirt up. He raised his hands in the air, and I stood on my toes to get it off all the way. At the same time, he assaulted my face and neck with more kisses.
He threw the sweatshirt to the floor then finished the last of the buttons of my blouse. I inhaled deeply and quickly as his hands cupped my breasts, kneading them both at the same time.
In that moment, I forgot all about my doubts of having a relationship with Austin. The only thing I could concentrate on was his hot, hard body writhing in front of me so lithely.
After he undid the straps, my bra fell to the floor. He put his hands over each of them again, slowly warming me up to the main course. I slid my hand down the waist of his pants.
When I wrapped my fingers around his warm, soft cock, I became even more aroused. He removed my pants then bent over to slide them down, removing my hand.
On his knees in front of me, I felt his kisses on my stomach and his strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel part of his body. We were becoming one again. And I liked it.
No, I loved it.
I got wetter the more he teased me between the legs. He rubbed his lips back and forth across my sensitive flesh.
I ran my fingers through his hair, never tiring of the sensation of the soft, silky hair against my skin. He licked me there and nothing else mattered.
Just as it got good, he stood, kissing his way up my body. I felt for his cock, now hard, and stroked him a few times as his hands roamed all over.
With an urgency I’d never seen in a man before, he grabbed my ass and picked me up. As I wrapped my legs around him, I felt his cock pressing against me.
He lifted me higher a moment then slid that massive piece of meat into me. Breathing heavy, he made his way to the wall, pressing my back against it.
We found a rhythm for this new position. Each time we went all the way, I got to know his body better and vice versa. I lightly bit his shoulder as he penetrated me.
“You’re so hard,” I whispered into his ear.
He pounded harder and faster as if encouraged by my voice.
“And big. So big. It’s so good…”
While I found it difficult to come up with anything resembling correct sentences, I talked dirty, trying to turn him on even more.
After a minute or hours – time lost all meaning – he lifted me again and glanced around.
“The recliner,” I said.
He carried me over and sat down, his strong arms still holding me close to him. On the recliner, I got comfortable then began to grind against him, feeling his huge cock moving inside me.
“Oh, Austin,” I moaned.
Each time I came down on it, he thrust upward, plunging deeper into my pussy. He cradled my breasts as I rocked back and forth as well as up and down.
As we moved together as one, I forgot where his body ended and mine began. Of the half-dozen guys I’d been with before, this was something entirely different.
I sat up and put my hands on the sides of his face. Our eyes met. Was this the man I was going to spend the rest of my life with? This face? This man?