Anna
I run my hand through his thick hair. I don't care what happens next but right now, I want this stranger to undress me. I let Luke lead me to his hotel right across the event center.
I know I shouldn't be doing this but I can't resist this man. What was supposed to be a fifteen minute walk was now me locking lips with this sexy man. No doubt my plans for the night were cancelled. It is difficult to think straight when Luke's kisses leave me feeling wonderfully drowsy like a dreamy haze. I could kiss him for hours and not get tired of doing it. His kisses weren't sloppy, he knew just the right amount of pressure to apply.
The only time our lips left each other was when we walked into the hotel lobby. We giggled like teenagers as we received disapproving stares from two old women.
When we got into the elevator, our lips found each other again, hungry and thirsty.
I've read a lot of romance books and most of them described sexual experience as one with a thousand fireworks shooting through the belly or butterflies having a dance party. I always thought it was an exaggeration majorly because I've had average experience with men. Most of the men I've been with just wanted blowjobs and sex, it was always about them, never about me or what my body wanted. My jaw always hurt from the blowjobs and when it was time for sex, I just gave an excuse for why I didn't want to have sex.
I didn't just feel a thrilling sensation in my tummy, I felt my body awaken with every touch.
I needed Luke. I've never had my body react this way by merely kissing, it felt so intense that my body ached for him.
"Are you sure you want this?" He asked, breathless
I nod and pull him in. He claims my mouth again and gently strokes me with his tongue. My knees are weak from intense pleasure. I love the way Luke kisses me.
Everything feels natural, I don't have to pretend or be performative.
He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist, allowing my body to melt into his. I love the feel of his hard chest against my soft body. It feels so wrong to have sex with a man I just met at the same time, it feels too good, too good to stop.
He places light kisses on my neck, trailing to the rise of my breast.
"Can I take off your dress?"
I hate that he takes a break from what he's doing.
"Yes, yes please."
The sound of my own voice surprises me, it's husky and breathy, nothing like me.
I let him unzip my dress. The hairs on my nape stand at the feel of his breath against my neck. I've never been stark naked in front of a man, I wrap my arms around my body nervously.
"You're so beautiful, Red."
I let him devour me with his eyes. He closed his arms around me.
"You're so beautiful, Red." he whispers again, this time against my lips
His cocky vibe was now replaced with a dominant one, it turned me on even more. I can feel his hardness against my wetness.
I begin to undo his buttons. I'm not sure where the surge of confidence came from or who this new woman was but I love every bit.
I gasp as his pants fall to the floor. I've never seen a body as magnificent as his, every muscle was well defined and carefully sculpted. I can't talk so I run my hands down his chest greedily, towards his lower member. He lets out a low groan as I palm it, stroking it gently.
He lifts me and places me on the bed. Gently, he scoops my breast and runs his thumb on my nipples. I love the way his hands feel against my skin, a little bit rough. I let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he closed his mouth over my nipple. The throbbing I feel in between my thighs almost sends me to the brink of ecstasy.
He lets go of the swollen nipple and begins to massage it. With his other hand, he eases his way through my wet folds and begins to stroke me. I moan loudly, this time I let out every pleasure I felt.
His touches felt like he knew my body before we met, he knew the right places to touch just when I needed him to.
I bit back a moan when he slipped his finger into me. I move my hips to the rhythm of his finger, writhing in pleasure.
"Do you like the feel of this?" He asks throatily
"Yes, please don't stop" I breathe out
He slides his finger further into me, I arch my back to receive him. Gently, he worked another finger into me, it feels like I'm going to burst from too much pleasure. I dig my nails into his back for support. His mouth finds my nipple again and he nibbles on them. I'm not sure how much of this I can bear, it was just too good for me.
I've never been the type to communicate what I want sexually maybe because I always felt awkward but with Luke, it was different. He explored my body and allowed me to explore his.
Somehow, the rest of the world and my worries were tuned out.
It was just me and Luke, our heavy breathing and moans of ecstasy.
"Luke, I need you now" I cry out
His pupils darkened, a signal of his growing desire.
"Spread your legs for me baby"
Without hesitation, I obeyed him. He slowly lowered himself into me. I shuddered in bittersweet pleasure as our bodies became one.