I opened the door and stepped back, the man who strode through with his head ducked shyly could not possibly by the man who had been sending me email after email and text after text these fast few weeks...my God he was .... perfect ... easily 6'4, dark, wavy hair, almond shaped, golden brown eyes framed by lashes as thick and dark as any woman could possibly want.....high cheekbones, square jaw and a mouth that begged for kisses and naughty thoughts. I stepped back as I let him through the door and went into my usual "Hi there, welcome, come in and get comfortable, can I get you a drink?" Only before I had barely gotten "Hi there" out of my mouth he reached out with one arm and slid his hand behind my neck. He did not say a word but simply looked at me in a way that surely had melted stronger knees than mine before gently pulling me towards him.
He did not, as I anticipated, go in for a kiss but simply held my gaze as he ran one finger along the length of my jaw, traced up my cheek and down my nose to my lips before very sweetly whispering, " I have waited a long, long time for this. Please let me take my time."
I made a mental note to be sure to unplug every clock and time piece in the apartment.
He stepped back and dropped his coat to the floor, this time I am certain my face reflected my amazement. The body on this man was incredible, wearing a simple black t shirt that hugged his torso like a second skin and black pants that were most assuredly made just for him, my mouth watered and my lower parts flooded as I drank him in. I have a certain fondness for men who are defined and built but that do not look like they spend half their lives in the gym,,,,I want to be able to picture those arms flexing as he skips stones across the surface of a lake, or tensing as he shifts on his motorcycle just as clearly as I picture them sweating and clenching as he holds himself above me, gripping my thighs as he looks down at me from above or holding my hips as he positions himself just so ,,,,,sigh.
His body was long and lean and muscular, hard and tight and not an ounce of fat on him anywhere that I could see, and I looked, hard. Firm, strong shoulders, strong, broad back, narrow waist with a perfect six pack and that tight flat tummy, oh my, one of my favourite parts of a mans body was the V shape that forms below their belly button and down between his hips, just seems to point naturally towards their pride and joy. In this mans case it truly was something to be proud of, easily 8 1/2 - 9 " long and so thick my fingers did not meet when wrapped around his girth. A head that just begged to be kissed and licked and adored, long and smooth and beautifully shaped balls that my fingers ached to hold. When he turned around I almost choked, that ass had to be the most delectible piece of meat I had ever seen. Most men do not seem to pay much attention to their asses and even when they do they do not seem to realize that women love to touch it, hold it, squeeze and knead it. I love to just come up behind my man and run my hands up and down his cheeks, if he lets me play, nibble, bite and caress that ass then I am a happy girl. In this case I was a very happy girl lol . His thighs were long and lean and well defined and he had no objection to me admiring them in fact he was just as content to let me play with him as he was to play with me.
He had the body of a Marathon Man but not the egocentric disposition, these men unfortunately are usually so concentrated on their own pleasure and ultimate goal that they forget to enjoy the scenery along the way, they seem to see sex as if they have a job to do and by God they are going to do it, if I orgasm it is not because they want me to be happy or to enjoy myelf but because they need to feel they have done "A good job". I notice the difference and although it is a fun ride I am fully aware that it is not the car being driven that gives him satisfaction, it is his own skill in how well he drives that car. If you catch him checking out your action in the mirror you can be assured he is watching himself work, not you. Just like he checks himself out while working out at the gym, it is his own performance that interests him not how we work together.
Being tossed around like a rag doll is fun once in a while but a man who is patient and confident enough to just lay there and let me explore is someone i am going to want to play with again and again and again,.
wet squelshing noises as he kneels between my thighs, driving hard and fast and rhythmic into my aching body, over and over again,,,,me holding on for dear life to the bars of my headboard, grunting as I push back to meet his thrusts, I give as good as I get and by God this gorgeous man was giving it to me good. Sweat flying, breath coming in gasps, bed creaking and rocking, headboard occasionally hitting the wall, and one mind blowing orgasm after another rolling through my body. Some began in my toes, curling them before tingling up my legs, into my thighs and slamming hard and fast right deep inside my quivering flesh....some started low in my belly, creeping slowly outward, radiating out and getting hotter and hotter until my entire body felt on fire.....I whimpered, I moaned, I cried, I gasped, I shouted, I laughed, and groaned and the words Holy Fuck I am cumming became a steady mantra repeated hour after hour.
I have had marathon men before, jackhammer men that are more machinelike than flesh and blood and I have had men that could control their own orgasm for what seems like hours.....that can be fun at times, but the female body is simply not designed to be drilled continuously for hours at a time,,,,,we need to move things around, replenish our fluids, find more fun or comfortable positions,,,,take a break even before going at it again, otherwise it just gets......boring.
This man seemed to have an instinctive knowledge of just when to change positions,,,,when to switch from penetration to oral, to digits to toys and back again,,,,he did not seem to be trying to prove anything about what a stud he was or how he could 'do me' better than any other man could, he simply enjoyed himself and me. And it worked.
an entire night of fucking, sucking, licking, playing, positions upon positions, laughing, talking, giggling, kissing, moaning, nibbling, biting, groaning, experimenting and pure satisfaction. I cannot begin to count how many orgasms I gloried in, nor how many he enjoyed as he proved to be a man that could cum again and again and again. Each time was like a volcano going off, he would cling to me with all his strength, leaving bruises that thrilled me each time I saw them in the mirror days later, throw his head back and roar as he convulsed inside me.....he would collapse on me and moan while gently kissing my throat and shoulders while catching his breath, then after rolling over, but still keeping a leg or arm in contact with me he would tell me what he felt while he came, how it felt to be squeezed tight inside my warm, soft folds while letting loose stream after stream of lava. He would idly stroke my body while chatting and drinking water, resting and recouping before he began to stir to life again......I remember after the 3rd or 4th such explosion we meandered into the shower where a 'quick rinse' became a soapy, wet, slippery, giggly romp which moved through the living room leaving wet footprints all over my floors and venturing out onto the balcony where we shivered inside a big warm blanket and watched the traffic lights while he gently parted my legs and slid into me from behind. Not moving, just standing there,,,,till his thickening and my moisture insisted we pay a little more attention to what our bodies wanted and we began to move in earnest, again and again.
This man did not just want fucking,,,that is easy, animals fuck. This man wanted it all for the one night we had together,,,,fucking, sex, passion, intimacy, tenderness, wild brutality, fun, games, sensuality, raw sexuality, all the things that make a normal fuck session into an outstanding, mind blowing, orgasmic experience. It was just he and I, no 'pat lines or well used terms/phrases', it was all new and fresh and unique and completely unlike anything either of us had experienced before.
It was truly memorable. And for the next week or so my body reminded me with each scrape, scratch, bruise, hickey, bite mark, raw spot and intimate ache. I smiled to myself with each rush of memory. He would stand out among the truly wonderful experiences I have had.
