I mean, what in the hell does this gorgeous guy want with me? He’s not Tom Hardy or anything but he’s above average. He could have a gorgeous skinny woman on his arm any day.
“I can’t stop thinking about having you. You’ve been driving me mad for months, Curves. I want you.” He sucks my bottom lip between his teeth and growls at me, “Take your shoes off so I can get these pants off you.”
I comply and he leads me further into his apartment. It’s the same layout as Darin’s place. Examples of his work hang on every wall. It seems he is a bit of a traveler as well. He’s been to Paris and Africa.
He takes beautiful photographs.
“You take lovely pictures,” I tell him.
“I’d love to photograph you sometime for my private collection. Now, stop hiding your body from me. Let me see you, all of you.”
I drop my arm to my side and he aids me in removing my pants.
I now realize we are in his bedroom and there are mirrors on his ceiling. Holy shit. I don’t know if I can do this. I am happy with myself but I don’t know if I am ready to watch us in the mirrors.
“That’s interesting.” I point up and he grins.
“I’m a little kinky.” He winks and pulls me onto the bed with him. I take a deep breath. He’s leaving the lights on. I’ve never been with anyone with them on before but I don’t want to tell him that, he will think I am way too insecure.
“I see.” I swallow as he pushes me down on the pillows and hovers over me. “You’re still wearing the beanie?”
“I told you, you can only take it off when I eat your pussy.” His lips find my neck and he peppers kisses up to my jaw and finishes by sticking his finger in my mouth. I have been with a few guys but not many. I am so inexperienced he may laugh or regret his choice. But I push forward and suck his thick digit between my teeth, getting it nice and wet, moaning in the process. He seems to like it and trails his finger from my lips down to my cleavage and works his way down my abdomen, kissing me here and there tenderly. “Your body is fucking amazing. I love your curves, Faye.”
I freeze. I don’t remember telling him my name and I still don’t know his name. I want to ask but that would be awkward. I don’t say anything, I run my hands down his back instead. I guess I could have told him my name. I don’t get to think on it further. His mouth is on me and oh my God, it’s magical.
Next thing I know, his thumbs are hooked under my panties and pulling them down my thighs.
His nose runs up and down my inner thigh and he inhales deeply. “You smell good too.” Then he bites me in a playful but sexually charged way. I squeeze my legs together, dampness is pooling between them.
With my panties out of the way, he shoves my knees back apart. His fingers are spreading my pussy lips and he says, “I told you I was gonna stuff your pretty pussy with my fingers.” And he does. There is no gentle about it. He goes right for it. It’s rough and invasive but one hell of a turn on. He takes his time, his fingers gliding in and out of my tight hole at a leisurely pace. His other hand is massaging my stomach and working its way toward my breasts.
Arching up, I reach around my back and unclasp my bra to get it out of his way. He is into me so why shouldn’t I lay back and reap the rewards.
Capping his mouth over my clit he sucks on and nips at my sensitive flesh. My hands immediately go to his damned beanie and tug. I yank it off and find that he has a nice head of dark hair that is wavy in texture. Why does he cover it up? I lose all thought of asking him when his tongue licks me from ass to clit repeatedly. I squirm beneath him but he holds me in place. When I pull on his hair it only seems to drive him to delve his tongue deeper inside me.
He gazes at me with hooded eyes from between my thighs and says, “Look up in the mirrors at how beautiful you are. You are sexy as fuck. I wanna see you touch yourself like you did when we were on the phone.”
I dare to steal a look at our reflection and he’s right, we look so damn erotic and sensual. There is nothing embarrassing about my thick body. My right hand slides between the valley of my breasts. My left goes straight to my clit, and I touch myself as he watches with hungry eyes for a moment before he joins in, playing with my ass. His tongue sweeps over my pussy and down to my rear, coating my other hole with my juices. His thick finger teases at my forbidden zone, coming closer to penetration with every movement until he does gain entrance. My breath catches in my throat; it’s uncomfortable at first but the more I let go of my reservations and relax, the more I enjoy the full feeling. Only now I want him inside me. All this teasing is driving me crazy. I want him.
“What’s your name, your real name?” I ask him through a breathy whisper. If he’s gonna have his dick in me I should at least know his name, right?
“Enzo,” he answers. “And yours?”
“Faye.”
“Faye,” he repeats. “I like it.” I should mention that he seemed to already know my name but he keeps teasing me with his fingers and mouth.
“I like your name too but I’d like it a lot more if you’d fuck me,” I tell him shocked at my own forwardness.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” He pauses to get a condom from the drawer in his nightstand. At least we don’t have to have the dreaded safe sex talk.
He pulls himself up my body and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. My fingers rake down his back and he guides his dick inside me and it feels amazing. I’m on cloud nine as he thrust deeper in. There is no soft and slow to it. He pushes my leg out to the side and buries himself inside me hammering me so hard I think he may drive me through the bed and onto the floor.
Moments later we are both getting off and barely able to breathe as we come down from our orgasmic bliss.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” He says, lying next to me in a husky but breathy tone.
“Same could be said for you,” I tell him with a smirk.