“Good evening, Jenna,” he said quietly, opening the door for me. He was taller than I had been able to imagine, easily towering a foot over me. I smiled up at him.
He stood back to let me pass, closing the door behind me.
“Undress, please,” he demanded, politely.
I did, removing my sandals, black dress, and lace panties.
“Now what?” I asked, standing naked before him.
“Undress me,” he said, with a slight smile on his face. I could see his cock bulging through his pants.
I moved to him, and put my hands on the hem of his gray t-shirt. I pulled it up, towards his head, still barely touching his skin. Between us I felt an invisible, electric energy, pulling me to him. He helped me remove his t-shirt and I pressed my hard nipples against his abdomen. For a second I paused like that, filled with the relief of contact. Then I ran my hands down the front of his pants, over his legs and back up, rubbing his cock, hot through his pants.
He ran his hands over my shoulders, down my back, and squeezed my ass, softly and then harder. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his back, while his hands on my ass pressed my wet cunt against him. I could feel him through his pants, practically burning me. I loved it.
I dragged my face against his, feeling his stubble grate against my skin. I brushed his lips with my cheeks and briefly, my lips. He ground his hips against mine, then set me down.
“I want you do something for me,” he said, calmly. “You might not want to.”
“What?” I asked, desperate for his touch.
“Sit on my face,” he said, not asking.
He moved to the bed and lay on his back, unzipping his jeans.
I climbed up on the bed, and lowered myself onto his mouth. I moaned at the feeling of his lips, then his tongue, on my clit. He licked gently at first, then harder. I rocked my hips back and forth to rub my inner thighs against his scratchy face. He began plunging his tongue into my cunt, and I rocked back and forth with his hands hard on my hips. I reached down to pull his cock completely free of his pants. I stroked it, squeezing the shaft and running my thumb over the head.
In just a few minutes, I could feel my approaching orgasm. It was intense and it took my voice away. For several minutes the world shrank into waves of pure pleasure that I had to endure in a strange, unfamiliar silence.