The entire time he didn't try to kiss me, look at me or even touch me unless it was to clean me, by the time I stepped out he was using an actual blow dryer to dry my hair. I don't even own a blow dryer because my hair is thin and dries quickly, clearly not quickly enough. I sat back on his bed still naked and a little chilly since his room is a lot colder than the bathroom and my nipples were hard. He goes to his closet, and then his chest of drawers where another tv is mounted above, he sets what I assume are his clothes on top of the dresser. He kneels back down in front of me. "Can I have your permission?" "My permission?" He doesn't look up at me but replies, "Yes your permission." "Yes."
Without hesitation he spreads my legs apart leaving me completely exposed to him as if I wasn't already, he planted a kiss just above my clit, and before putting his finger in a circular motion I breathed a light moan. He stands barely to kiss me, before putting his other hand to motion me to lie down. He switched his finger for his tongue and put two fingers inside. It was unexpected because most guys only use one. I'm getting into the rhythm, his fingers are going faster and his tongue never leaves my clit. I'm moaning louder now, he took a breath, "Don't cum," he growled, he was edging me, I held on as long as I could before my toes started to tingle, moaning even louder, my head was spinning, the thoughts leaving my mind lost in complete bliss. "Now," and with that I came over his fingers. I was surprised, mainly because well... you don't cum on fingers unless they are your own at least in my own experience.
"Look at me." Still foggy I look at him while he puts one finger in his mouth and the other in mine. "That's a good fucking girl." He takes his fingers out of his mouth and repositions me until my head is on his pillow. He put a condom on and hovered over me like a tower, "You are beautiful you know that?" I rolled my eyes, "Well yes I know that apparently, I'm the hottest woman in the bar." Now he rolled his eyes, "You have no idea, but I'm about to tell." He slides inside still wet from my previous high. The first stroke, "Your eyes," second stroke, "Gorgeous smile," third stroke, "The perfect round ass," Now he's moaning, "Your mouth," he smirked at me, "and not just for kissing," he picks up the pace, "That attitude," eventually he's going so fast the words aren't keeping up with him. He slows down just barely to kiss me then grabs my throat. "God you are so tight, I want you to come with me." My eyes rolled to the back of my head, "Look at me," I shot my eyes to him, filled with lust and admiration for my body, I'm seeing me through his eyes.
Lost in complete bliss, enthralled by him and under his control, I must admit it is nice to be dominated once in a while. "Now," usually I don't cum on command but tonight I felt different. He took off the condom and threw it in the trash can next to his bed. Breathing heavily he beamed at me as if he had just won the lottery, "You are amazing," he leaned down and kissed me, lingering and intensifying the kiss, "Hold on," he stood and headed back over to his dresser and grabs the clothes he previously set, "You can wear these," forgetting all about him leaving with my clothes, "Yeah where did you put my clothes?" He smiled handing me the shorts and t-shirt both too big for me, "In the washer, didn't think you'd want to go home in dirty clothes would you?" No I suppose not, he throws on a pair of shorts and climbs into bed. Usually, I don't stay the night, actually, I've never stayed the night before with a hookup, too much emotion, but considering my clothes are currently soaked probably on a spin cycle, one night couldn't hurt, right?
I put on the clothes and ran to the bathroom to pee, when I walked back in Eric had on shorts and looked like he was about to pass out. I lay next to him and turn towards the window, I'm about to fall into a deep sleep when a hand snakes in between my arm and stomach pulling me in tight against his chest. "You will fall in love with me, you just don't know it yet." Planting a kiss against my temple, too tired to respond I fall back asleep his body radiating heat against my back.
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It's Not Love
Short StoryEmma is single, has her mind made up about men, and has given up on love from her past. But when a man she knows nothing about comes into the picture, she doesn't realize how much he knows about her, and how little she knows of him. This is my firs...