He hadn't been on a date in a while, like AWHILE. And he knew this woman. They'd gone out several times before and he knew how the evening would end. So how could he be expected to not be a bit fidgety with anticipation throughout dinner?
He barely tasted his food, couldn't even remember what he had ordered. All he could think about was the gorgeous woman sitting across from him. Blonde curls, black dress, red lips, a dusting of freckles across her cheeks. He liked the way she smiled at him.
The way to the hotel was a blur. A flash of rainy streets and cars. There was a moment together in the elevator when they kissed and the raindrops in her hair wet his hands. In the privacy of their room, he let his touch wander. Moving his hands down her back, waist, legs, then moving them up, lifting the hem of her dress. He accidentally tickled her thighs with his fingertips and she giggled, turning around and moving her hair away from her zipper. Despite his eagerness, he unzipped her slowly. Savoring the sight of her, and the way she glanced over her shoulder at him; eyes alight with desire.
He kissed down her back as her dress dropped to the floor and then she took his hands, leading him to the bed. Before she fell back onto the mattress, she had discarded his shirt, much more aggressively then he had removed her dress, and he chuckled to himself thinking it must have been awhile for her too.
He grabbed onto her thick thighs and pulled her legs wide so he could dive into her depths. A shiver ran through her whole body and he grazed his teeth against her inner thighs. He kissed her skin, traveling down between her legs. Her fingers tangled into his hair, tugging encouragingly, and he finally pressed his l against her clit, licking slowly, teasingly until her grip on him tightened. Then he switched back and forth between slipping his tongue inside her, plunging deeply, and sucking on her slit.
He was rewarded for his efforts with her sweet gasps and moans; the squeeze of her legs around his head. When she started shaking he focused all his mouth's attention on her clit, and worked his fingers into her, rubbing and curling. She bit her lip to strangle the sound she made when she orgasmed. She must have bitten hard because he tasted copper when she yanked him up by his hair to kiss him harshly.
"Are you ready for your turn?" She asked through heavy breaths.
"Please," he said, it was what he had been waiting for all day.
She got up from the bed, parted with a softer kiss, and sat alone in the dark, waiting for her to prepare herself in the other room. He couldn't stop the bounce of his leg, he was almost painfully hard, just waiting. The beautiful woman returned, framed in the light of the next room, dressed in black lingerie and a black strap-on he'd become familiar with. She came to him, unbearable slowly, and reached out the scratch at the stubble under his chin.
"Are you ready?" She asked, her voice dropping sensually.
"Yes, please, I'm ready." He said, feeling something akin to desperation.
"Turn around." She told him.
He obeyed immediately, flipping around and planting his feet on the floor and palms on the sheets. Her soft hands grazed against his hips as she reached around to undo his belt and her nails scrapped against his skin as she pulled his pants and boxers down. He truly couldn't wait any longer, and he didn't have to. She pressed, sharp and quick, into his pre-prepared ass and he almost lost his footing for a second. He hissed at the sensation, and only had a second to recover before she was pounding into him. The moans were pulled from his throat with each thrust and her hands rubbed up and down his back, occasionally scratching him. He let himself fade away into the feelings, the sounds, and the darkness of the room. His partner had leaned over, moving more slowly and planting kisses on his neck and shoulders, whispering words he couldn't quite make out, but the tone was intoxicating.
When her hand wrapped around his dripping dick, she sped up once again, going harder than before and stocking him. The combination of feelings was ruining him, and he was losing his ability to restrain himself. He cummed hot into her hand, faster then he wanted, but the relief seeped through his skin and into his bones. He let himself lay onto the sheet, in his own mess and the blonde wiggled her way up under his arm and embraced him, whispering those sweet unintelligible words to him once again.
