One Night Stand
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“I don’t want you to get the wrong impression.” He pulled the front of my dress down to my waist and stared at my bra covered breasts and whistled.
“Trust me, I’m not getting any impression.”
“Good.” He nodded, his hands now undoing my bra. “I’m not the sort of man that you want to get involved with.”
“Good to know.” I gasped as his fingers pinched my nipples. “I’m not the sort of girl you want to get involved with either.” I moaned as he leaned forward and took my left nipple in his mouth and sucked. “Ooh.” I cried out and pulled his hair.
“Why’s that?”
“Why’s what?” I groaned as he pulled his mouth away.
“Why don’t I want to get involved with you?” His eyes looked into mine curiously.
“I’m trouble.” I lied and pushed his head back down to my other breast.
“Oh really?” He grinned and his eyes flashed with some indistinguishable emotion as he took my other nipple into his mouth.
“Oh yeah.” I lied again and closed my eyes. “I’m trouble with a capital T.”
“I like girls that are full of trouble.” He mumbled against my skin. “I like to make bad girls good.” He nibbled on my nipple and sucked so hard that I felt a jolt of desire flash from my head to my toes.
“Then you better get started.” I giggled and he picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
“Oh, I’m ready to get started alright.” He dropped me on the bed and then leaned forward and pulled my dress all of the way off. He groaned as he stared at my naked body, the lust in his eyes evident. “No panties, you little slut.” He grinned at me.
“You took my panties.” I protested as he laughed. “And I’m not a slut.”
“I’m not a pimp so I don’t care.” He pulled his tie off and started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Six.” I muttered to myself with a half-smile.
“What?” He frowned at me as he undid his belt buckle.
“You have a six pack, not an eight pack.” I pointed at his stomach as I squirmed on the bed.
“Does that matter?” He fell on the bed next to me and grabbed my hand and ran it down his chest and abs.
“Hmmm, let me think.” I ran my fingers across his chest and I felt the heat emanating from his skin seeping into mine. Holy shit, he was perfection in a six foot two bottle.
“Don’t think too long.” He growled as he pulled his pants down and threw them on the ground. Now he was lying next to me in only a pair of white briefs and I wasn’t sure if I could stand it. “So what’s your favorite position?” He asked me softly as he rolled over on his side and stared at me, his fingers running down the side of my body.
“Huh?” I swallowed hard, gazing up at him, as my body trembled at his touch.
“Your favorite position.” He smiled down at me sweetly. “You have beautiful brown eyes. You know that right?”
“Uhm, thanks.” I touched his cheek. “And you have gorgeous green eyes, that sometimes look blue and sometimes look black.”
“Like water on a dark troubled night?” He studied my face for a few seconds and then smiled.
“No, I was more thinking of blue purple violets on an Autumn day.” I stroked his cheek. “Or a forest at midnight.”
“Nah, there’s nothing fall-like about me. I’m all stormy troubled waters.” He leaned down and kissed me. “Troubled, troubled waters.” He muttered against my lips as his hand slid down my legs.
I didn’t bother to ask him what he meant. I mean what was the point? We weren’t here to get to know each other. I wasn’t his therapist and he wasn’t my boyfriend. This wasn’t some deep, meaningful night. This was about having fun. I ran my fingers down his back and wrapped my legs around his waist as he lay on top of me. I could feel his erection pressing into me hard and I groaned.
“Do that again.” He muttered as his fingers played with my breasts.
“Do what again?” I squirmed against him and moaned.
“That.” He growled and pulled away from me. I watched as he pulled his briefs off and his hardness sprung out of his briefs, powerful and confident. I shouldn’t have been surprised at how thick and hard it looked, but I couldn’t stop myself from licking my lips. “You like?” He grinned and raised an eyebrow at me.
“I don’t think I can lie.” I giggled as he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him so that I was straddling him. I could feel his hardness between my legs.
“You’re so wet.” He groaned as I rubbed myself back and forth on him.
“Shh.” I leaned forward and kissed him. “No more talking.”
“No more talking?” His eyes narrowed.
“No more talking.” I put my finger against his lips. “Just make love to me.”
“Make love to you?” He smirked as his hands made their way to my waist and up to my breasts, squeezing them together softly.
“Fuck me.” I whispered down at him as I continued my slow grind on top of him.
“Fuck you?” He smirked.
“Yes.” I nodded with a small smile. “That’s what you wanted right?”
He didn’t answer me. Instead he reached to the nightstand and grabbed a packet and ripped it open. I watched him pull the condom out and I moved to the side so that he could slide it on. I stared at him then, pushed his hands back to the mattress and moved forward and up, sitting down gently on him, my eyes never leaving his, as he filled me up. In that moment, I felt more alive than I’d ever felt in my life. I felt like I was flying, soaring through the sky and nothing could stop me. I moved back and forth gently, but he wasn’t having any of that. His hands moved my hips back and forth quickly so that I was truly riding him like some sort of Texas Cowgirl.