Good with His Hands

I felt his hand slide under the covers and between my legs.

"Ooo. Naughty girl," he whispered just before he kissed me.

"No," I moaned back in between kisses. "I'm a good girl."

He smiled into our kiss and pressed his fingers into my wetness and found my clit.

We had only been in the room for a few minutes.  I had stepped into the restroom first to freshen up when we got there. When I came out, I noticed that he had already drawn the curtains closed and pulled the covers back on the bed. Then he stepped into the restroom.  While he was in there, I pulled off my pants and panties and got into the bed, pulling the sheet up to my waist. When he came over to the bed and started kissing me and sliding his hand under the sheet.....well, let's just say that he enjoyed the little surprise.

And so did I. I love a man who's good with his hands, and D was definitely good with his hands. He told me before we met that the time would go by quickly and there would also be times when time would stand still.  Now, I knew what he meant.  As he kissed me, whispered naughty things in my ear, and did magical things to me with his fingers, time stood still.  There was nothing but that moment....and him....and pleasure.
I don't know how many times I came then.  I stopped counting at four.

Eventually, I stopped him and I sat up and turned toward him as he stood next to the bed. He took off his shirt while I unfastened his belt and his pants. I leaned over and took his cock into my mouth and started sucking it slowly. I felt his hands on my head, fingers in my hair as he started slowly pressing his hips forward. I loved the sexy, guttural moan that escaped from him every time I took him deep and swallowed.

But then he pulled back, taking his cock away from me.  I whined and looked up at him.

"Not yet," he said. I whined a little more.

He climbed onto the bed and I got up onto my hands and knees. My pussy and thighs were drenched, and I felt my pussy quiver a bit as he grabbed my hips and started sliding his hardness inside me from behind. We both sighed audibly at that amazing sensation of first penetration.

As he started thrusting, he said, "I knew we would fit together well."

He was right. Sometimes the first time with someone can be awkward and forced, but this felt natural, perfect - and he felt so damned good inside me.

I couldn't answer.  I just pushed back against him and let the pleasure come.

After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and I curled up next to him.

We talked. As we talked, I kissed his chest, licked his nipples, and ran my hands up and down his body, feeling his belly, chest, arms. It felt like an opportunity to get to know him in another way. I remembered what he looked like when I first met him at Starbucks. Tall, handsome, intoxicating smile, gorgeous blue eyes. I enjoyed talking to him there while he was fully clothed, but I enjoyed talking with him here, too, where it was more relaxed and we had just connected on another level.

After a while, we noticed that the hour was getting late. Before we left though, he wanted to finish up with that blow job we started while he was standing next to the bed.

"I'd love to," I said, as I smiled and crawled to the foot of the bed, nudging my way between his legs.

I looked up at him and gazed into his eyes as I took him into my mouth.....

He didn't stop me this time.