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‘I want you on top’ he suddenly said, his voice deep and serious.
I nodded deliriously. I let him pick me up in his strong arms and he deftly positioned me so I was on top, riding him, gazing down as if in a dream. He was so deep inside me. I pressed my knees into his sides so I was clenched tightly around his dick, and stayed up straight as I rode gently up and down on him. Holding his breath, he placed one hand on my belly and another on my left breast, tickling my nipple with his thumb. I felt the glorious pressure building inside me, it flowed like white light from between my legs into the pit of my stomach and soon my whole body was tingling again. When he started gently stroking my clit with his thumb (whilst still deep inside me) I yelled in surprise at the intensity of even his gentlest touch. I had to lift his hand away. I leaned forward and pressed my palms down on his rippling six pack that kept tensing and releasing as he manoeuvred himself in and out of me with sensual elegance. I didn't want to cum yet— I had to pause before I reached the tipping point.
‘Take me from behind’ I said, climbing off gracefully and allowing him to take my hips and position me so I was kneeling on all fours in front of him, doggystyle. The pause was long enough for the red hot currents within me to cool to a manageable level. I grabbed a handful of bed sheets and gasped with delight as he pulled my hips back against him so he was as deep inside me as he could go. I halted once more, panting gently, savouring the feeling, then, using only my hips and ass, I started slowly sliding myself up and down his dick. I felt so full, his dick was so big. He started thrusting into me too, faster and faster with a brutal passion. The searing pressure built in my body, my moans got higher and higher pitched until they were barely audible whimpers, then I felt everything unravel around me. I climaxed and my body dissolved in his hands. With one final thrust he climaxed with me, every muscle in his body tensed as he moaned in agony, then gasped, pulled out, went limp and fell onto the bed beside me. Warmth poured from my body from some unknown fountain deep inside me. My legs trembled and I could barely lift my head, every muscle in my body was weakened by the climax. We lay side by side, limbs anywhere, panting in tremulous ecstasy. I giggled, and he started to laugh too. He placed his head on my belly. I stroked his hair as he dreamily whispered my name over and over again. I could barely keep my eyes open.
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I woke facing the pale blue wall beside my bed. The sun had passed over the house and the room was now dim and quiet. I reached out my hand, touched the cool wall with my fingertips and stroked its smooth surface thoughtfully. Then I remembered with a prickling rush of joy that Adam was in bed beside me. I rolled over to admire him. But the bed was empty. Groaning in disappointment, I pulled the sheets over my head.
‘What’s wrong?’ came a voice not far away
I quickly sat up on my elbows, the sheets falling around my waist, and saw him sitting up nervously (and naked) in my vintage armchair, a book held loosely in one hand. The kiss I planted on his cheek had become a red smudge.
‘Nothing’ I sing, my excitement building again ‘what’re you reading?’
He showed me the book cover. The Lovesong of J. Alfred Prufrock and other collected poems by T.S Eliot. My heart skipped a beat. He’d left the bed to read my favourite poem. Why was he so perfect? He got to his feet and puffed his chest out theatrically and started to read aloud from the book, naked, slowly pacing the floor like an actor upon a stage
‘Let us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherized upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels’
‘Stop, stop, stop’ I interrupted him, waving my hands in surrender ‘usually I’d never interrupt a man reading a poem, but you’re no usual man. How can I concentrate on the words when you’re that good looking?’
He glanced down at his own body, then, grinning, slammed the book shut between his hands and tossed it into the armchair. He leapt back on the bed and nuzzled his face into my belly. I laughed with delight. He beamed up at me playfully, his strong arms wrapped around my legs. He let go of my legs and kissed his way up my body until he was kissing my breasts
‘You have such amazing tits’ he whispered, eyes wide as he weighed my breast in his hands. He kissed and licked my nipples until they stiffened, then started plucking them between his lips. I was instantly aroused.
‘You’re so beautiful in this light’ he said tenderly, rising up and stroking my cheek with his knuckles. For such a powerful man his touch was amazingly soft and delicate. Without saying a word, I rolled onto my front and patted my own shoulder. He got the subtle message, climbed on top so he was sitting on my ass, and started massaging my shoulders. I groaned joyously as he worked his way down the length of my back, pressing his palms firmly into my muscles, soothing and arousing me at the same time. When he reached the small of my back, he took his hands off me and I heard the bedside drawer slide open, then the rustle of a foil packet being torn open. He climbed off, and slipped his hands under my stomach, lifting my ass up, then slowly slid his big, newly hard dick into me. I moaned feverishly into my pillow and backed myself hard into him, then let him take control. He grabbed my hips and held me in position as he thrust back and forth, his dick filling me, then retreating, then filling me again. The pleasure built with each of his moaning thrusts. I came suddenly, loudly, which surprised him as much as it did me. It wasn’t as intense as the first, but the overwhelming waves of ecstasy weakened me again as they poured from my body.
He wanted to keep going but I was too sensitive and had to reach my hand back for him to stop. I whimpered and shivered as he reluctantly drew himself out of me. I turned round, feeling elated and faintly dizzy, rolled the condom off his dick and graciously tossed him off until he came in my mouth. His orgasm was strong; he clenched his jaws and whined through gritted teeth as his warm salty strands of cum spurted across my tongue. I gulped them down quickly and pulled his dick out of my mouth, feeling it soften slightly in my hand. He collapsed on the bed beside me and lay on his back, eyes open, gazing at the ceiling as his chest rose and fell triumphantly.
‘It’s too nice a day to stay in bed’ I said after we’d spooned for a while.
‘I agree’ he replied, climbing out of bed and padding across my floor to the fridge. He opened the fridge and drew a sharp breath through his lips
‘Did you lose your ration book or something? Why’s the fridge so bare?’
‘I haven’t been shopping... Can you pour me an orange juice? My mouth’s dry’
He poured the last of the Tropicana into two glasses and I got out of bed to join him. We sat naked on either side of my little table.
‘Cheers, to you’ he said, raising his glass
‘Cheers to your dick’ I grinned, clinking my glass against his.
We drank in comfortable silence, gazing into each others eyes. When both glasses were empty, he got dressed, grabbed the lipstick from my bedside table and wrote his number in bright red digits on my window, then thrust the window open letting in a fresh burst of afternoon air.
We kissed at the door, and I waved him goodbye from the top of the stairs. He blew me a kiss from the landing, and when I heard the front door slam behind him, I returned to the tranquillity of my flat. Humming to myself, I put on my dressing gown and paced around in a happy daze, not quite believing what’d just happened. I washed the orange juice glasses and put the two used condoms in the bin then brushed my teeth. When my heart had finally calmed down a little, I curled up in my vintage armchair and read, from beginning to end, The Lovesong of J Alfred Prufrock. At this point I hadn’t realised one complicated thing; I was still wearing his necklace.
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