that I’m comfortable with, but with him it was almost second nature.
Stumbling down the hallway, we managed to get into his apartment before he chased me down to the bedroom, tickling me from behind and making me giggle like a schoolgirl. He basically guided me with his hand on the small of my back, until I was looking at his bedroom with trepidation. I wasn’t sure why I was doing this, although the connection that I felt with him was beyond anything that a one night stand had given me in the past.
“Drake, I’m not sure about this. Maybe we’re being a little too rash.”
“Larissa, nothing has to happen. If all we do is sit here and talk all evening that is perfectly fine with me.” He certainly had a way with words and before long we were just lying there still in our clothes looking at the ceiling and only touching hands. It felt nice to connect on this level and not just jump into bed.
“I don’t know why, but I feel very comfortable with you, Drake. You are nothing like the men that I have dated and been with in the past. How you are with me is what every man should strive for.” I turned and we were now so close that I could see now that he had flecks of gold in his blue irises. They drew me to him, until I was touching his face and then kissing him lightly. “I also don’t want you to think that I do this all the time. Believe me, one night stands aren’t what they are cracked up to be. They leave you feeling unfulfilled and empty inside.” We continued to kiss and it wasn’t long before I was straddling his waist and feeling his excitement pressing up against me.
Reaching up, he opened up the first button, before leaning in and kissing that exposed flesh. With each button that came undone, he would do the same thing over and over again, moving steadily down into my cleavage, not at all rushing and really just taking his time. “I think that underneath this shy young woman is a wild beast waiting to get out. I want to unleash that animal, so that you can finally feel what it is to let yourself go in the moment.” He was still raining hot kisses on my neck, shoulders and down until he made contact with the waist of my skirt.
My shirt was wide open and my frilly white bra was right there in front of him. He easily flicked the tab at the back, letting the garment fall off my shoulders and into his hands. “I guess it’s like riding a bicycle.” He smiled at my comment and then moved his lips so that he was now touching the tips of my nipples with his tongue. It was a gentle motion that had me sigh with contentment, while at the same time holding his head to my chest. He moved from one to the other, circling each tiny bud, until they were as hard as stone and could probably cut through glass.
The feel of his tongue and the light touches of his fingers on my body were igniting a blaze that could not be contained. There was only one way to put out the fire and he had the necessary equipment to get the job done.
Using my fingers, I exposed his powerful chest and physique to my eager and hungry eyes, before finally moving to kiss his chest and pull out his belt with my hands. It came loose and I wrapped it around his neck, so that I could pull him into a kiss that had his cock straining to be released from the prison of his pants. I could feel it flexing against my lower extremities. Now I had an idea of what I was going to be working with.
Slithering into position between his legs, I used just my mouth to pull down his zipper, making him lift his body, so that I could take off his pants. Tossing it onto the floor, I turned my attention to his red boxers, putting my hand on each side before pulling them down to release the serpent that had raised its head.
My hand found itself grasping onto his cock, looking at it from all angles and memorizing every single 8 inches, so that I could replay this moment in my head over and over again. My tongue started at the bottom and worked itself tortuously
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