We’ve been teasing each other for weeks now. Little comments here and there, hinting that we both want the exact same thing—to fuck each other’s brains out. Subtle hints from time to time, saying, “hey, I’m definitely dtf.”
Many nights have been spent watching Netflix, smoking cigarettes, and catching eyes where they shouldn’t be. But last night, something just happened that sparked a wave of lust between us. I have no clue what it could’ve been, but I think we had both just had enough of the aching desire.
He sprung the question on me so quickly, I immediately felt my heart jump into a crazy, splattered beat, and the only reply I could make at the moment was to take another drag from my cigarette. He looked at me, watching, waiting. I told him, “Yes, I want to have sex.”
We were in my bedroom, naked and panting, in less than two minutes. His mouth was all over mine, and his strong tongue was licking my lips, and I knew exactly where I wanted that tongue to be. As if he could read my mind—or probably just my body language—he was between my thighs, looking up at me with this look that just begged me to open up for him, and there was absolutely no chance in hell that I would ever be able to resist that smoldering look.
Just like I knew it would, his tongue felt amazing. He knew exactly what he was doing and wasted no time making sure I knew that. We were staring into each other’s eyes, my clit in his mouth, as he slipped his finger inside me.
I honestly could’ve came right then and there. Only five minutes of him, and I was ready to explode. He gently worked his finger in, arching it a little to instantly make contact with that sweet, sweet spot inside me. I let out a small squeak of satisfaction, and he looked up at me, grinning, “I don’t know if I’m going to be able to fit inside you, Michaela.” The way his voice purred, and the look on his face, and the wonderful thing he was doing with his hand, fuck. I felt myself tighten around his finger, and he even let out a little moan as I came.
I immediately wanted him inside me, and he immediately granted that. He was huge, and at first, I could only feel pain as he slowly slipped all of himself inside, fractions of an inch at a time. I could feel how deep he was, and I knew he was going to fuck me good.
And he did. He took it carefully at first, slowly in and out and kissing my neck at the same time. But the pain faded, and he picked up speed, and he was eventually slamming himself into me hard and fast, pounding me until I couldn’t take it anymore. He was grabbing at my ass with one hand and my tits with the other, using both to slam my body back against his with every thrust he made, and when he came, he let it drip all over my chest and my stomach and watched me with hungry eyes as I licked it from my finger.
The whole night was something I had only ever imagined, and here I am the next day, writing it up into an erotic nonfiction short story because I just cannot stop thinking about it, damn it.
That was yesterday, and I wrote all of this down last night before I went to bed. But I’m editing it now, and since then we may or may not have had even more mind-blowing sex. I suppose if you guys enjoy this, I can certainly take the time to recount every last detail of our latest rendevouz.