“Did he ever go down on you, Nina?”
“No,” I squeak.
“Fucking idiot,” he mutters. “You have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
When I feel his tongue on me, it sends a shock of electricity up through my center, my thighs tense up, and warmth spreads across my abdomen. He licks all the way around and then flicks his tongue at my clit, which is already so sensitive that when he licks it and then gently sucks on it, I feel myself completely losing control. I let out a little squeal as my body shakes. My response seems to cause him to slow down by pressing his thumb against my clit and rubbing it while kissing my inner lips.
“Ohhh. That feels so good.” I think I say it out loud. I don’t know. I try to keep still, gripping the bedspread, but my body wants to move. It feels like he’s kissing me all over, even though he’s just doing it down there.
He moans. “I like how you taste.” He runs his hand up my thigh to my knee and back down again.
I realize that I’ve been slowly spreading my legs wider for him. He brings his tongue to my clit again, lapping over it and on either side, circling it delicately, and then once my body starts shaking, he nibbles and clamps down on it with his lips, sucking with perfect pressure. I arch my back and scream out, and then his tongue gets fast and rough as I come undone, writhing around. I’m so full of energy but melting into the mattress at the same time. It feels so good, my body and mind can barely process it.
I don’t even know when he stopped doing things with his mouth, but by the time I’ve finished riding the waves of ecstasy and opened my eyes, he’s standing above me, wearing nothing but a condom and a proud smirk.
Welp. That ticks off all of Marnie’s boxes right there.
But holy Schmidt—there’s more?! I would have liked to do something for him first, but his eyes are hooded and he looks very intent on putting his big glorious erection inside me immediately. And I am not about to stop him.
I barely get the chance to wonder how it will be possible to experience even more pleasure in one night before he’s kneeling and holding himself up over me.
“You ready?”
“Mmmmhmmm.” We are both well aware of how lubricated I am, so I have no concerns about whether or not I will be able to accommodate him. “You’re so much bigger than anyone I’ve been with before,” I whisper.
He groans and lowers his head like he’s in pain. “Fuck, Nina. You really turn me on.”
I wrap my legs around him and feel a sharp jolt as he enters me, and then I relax around the heat of his shaft as he slides in deeper. He waits for me to start rocking my pelvis before kissing my mouth and then pulling out most of the way and thrusting in. I catch my breath and dig my fingernails into his back.
“You feel so good.” He says it like he’s never said it to anyone before, and even though I am one hundred percent sure that he has…I believe it. It can’t be possible for it to feel so good to me and not feel good to him too.
He grabs on to the headboard with one hand and hooks his other arm under my shoulder, holding me in place as he slides in and out of me. I’ve never had so much confidence in a man as he did this to me. It frees me up to enjoy how it feels—and it feels freaking amazing. That doesn’t even cover it. It feels fucking amazing.
My body is relaxed and joyfully bouncing around under him. I’m thinking I could let him do this to me forever, until suddenly he changes his angle and plunges up and inwards, stimulating the depths of me and making me jerk upward and shout out, “Oh God!”
No sooner than I’ve gotten used to that rhythm and feeling, then he deftly flips me around so that I’m on top and he’s sitting up. Kissing my breasts, hands on my waist, he guides me to bear down on him. I rock back and forth, and the pressure is heavenly. I feel an entirely new kind of orgasm coming on, but he seems intent on bringing me to the brink and then shifting gears to make this last longer.
Resting back on his elbows, he thrusts upwards. I place my hands on his pecs and watch his abs contract and release, over and over. I smile and close my eyes as I remember Marnie telling me that I should ride this beautiful man like a bull. I am, but he is the champion. I have never had so much fun or felt so sexy while having sex before. I need him to know how much I love this. “Nobody. Has. Ever. Fucked me. Like this. Before!” I try to catch my breath before continuing. “Ever ever ever!”
I look down at his cloudy eyes. His jaw is tight. His whole face is tense, like he’s holding on to something for dear life. There’s such strength and beauty and intensity in him, I don’t know if it’s what he’s doing to me or just him that’s making me feel so good, but I close my eyes again and feel warmth and electricity radiating from the center of me out to every inch and cell of my body. My head falls back, and I feel a sound I’ve never made before vibrating against my throat. It’s the sound of complete and total satisfaction.
He somehow manages to move me around to face the headboard, on my hands and knees. He holds on to my hips, thrusting with urgency, skin slapping against skin. I didn’t expect it to feel good for me in this position, but oh wow does it ever feel good. He grunts and makes another deep animal sound as his movements get bigger and more graceful, and then I feel him come as his whole body stiffens and releases into me.
As much as I found him strong and intense and beautiful before, the way he comes is just magnificent. I feel such a rush at being a part of it.
It doesn’t matter who he was with, or who I was with before, or why he decided to do this with me.
What we just did together erases absolutely everything else.
It may not be the beginning of a relationship.
But it’s the end of something that I’ve needed to let go of for a long, long time.
We must have both fallen asleep, and it seems we’re both waking up to the sound of a phone vibrating around on the floor.
Vince, who is lying flat against my back, jolts up and looks around. “Shit.” I feel him crawl down to the end of the bed and hear the jangling of his belt buckle as he picks up his jeans. I turn over to find him staring at his phone. “Shit,” he says again. He slips his phone back into the pocket of his jeans. “I need to use your bathroom and then go. Okay? Family thing.” He doesn’t look back at me as he says it, so I don’t bother answering. He disappears into the adjoining bathroom, shutting the door.
I sit up, unsure if I should get dressed to see him off, but he’s out of the bathroom before I can even make a decision. His jeans are back on. He picks up his socks and boots. I’m not sure where his shirt is, but I guess he’ll find it.
“I, uh… I’ll come back tomorrow. To fix the drywall. Okay? I mean it.”
I nod, holding the sheet up over my naked body. He starts to bolt out of the room and then abruptly stops and comes back to kiss me on the top of my head, saying a perfunctory, “That was really great. I had an amazing time.” I watch him pick up his shirt in the living room and then hear him open and shut the front door.
And then silence.
So that’s how a one-night stand ends?
Well, flork me.
5
Vince