Amelia
Before I know it, Max is picking me up and bringing me into his bedroom.
His room is so dark and plain, just like the rest of his apartment.
Everything I’ve always wanted from him is happening right now, and it’s making my heart beat faster than it ever has before.
Being in this close proximity with him and feeling his touch has me already getting turned on for him.
He lays me down on his bed and slowly plants kisses along my neck.
This sexy lingerie leaves little to the imagination.
You can see my nipple piercings glistening through the lace top, and the shorts hug my ass tightly.
He’s lucky he can’t see my clit piercing through the shorts.
I’m sure that will catch him by surprise.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he thought I was some sweet, innocent girl, but now he’s seeing another side to me.
In one swift motion, he pulls my shorts down my legs, throws them off to the side of the bed, and slowly begins kissing my legs until he reaches my center. He’s so gentle with his kisses, and I’m loving every second of it.
“Are you sure about this before I get started? I’ve been wanting to do this for so long that when I get started, I’m not going to stop until I bring you over the edge,” he says in-between kisses.
“Yes, please,” I let out as he begins to lick my center.
The way he flicks my clit piercing with his tongue has my pussy dripping wet for him. This man sure knows what he’s doing, and I’m afraid that I’m going to want so much more, even though I know this is so wrong.
He begins to suck on my clit as he inserts two fingers inside my dripping pussy. He picks up his pace, and within seconds I can feel my legs start to shake and my orgasm take over. I begin to squirt in his face, and I feel so embarrassed by the action.
I’ve never cum so fast before and it’s definitely not been on another person’s face.
He plays it off like nothing happened which causes my embarrassment to go away. This man is like a dream come true to me.
“I want to return the favor,” I say.
“Nah, tonight is about you,” he says as he reaches into his nightstand drawer and grabs a condom.
He pulls down his pajama pants and boxers as his dick springs free. Just looking at it has my mouth watering for it to be inside of me.
“Are you okay if I fuck you? I want to make sure we’re on the same page about this and what’s going to happen next,” he says with a serious tone.
“Please fuck me,” I cry out.
In one quick motion, he slides the condom along his shaft, lifts my right leg onto his shoulder, and slides into me.
Damn, I feel so full.
“Fuck,” I moan out.
I haven't been fucked in a while, so this feeling of being full is overwhelming me. He’s so big, so when he dives a little deeper, it makes my body respond so well to him.
“You’re so tight,” he grunts out as he continues to slide in and out of me.
“I want you to fuck me harder,” I moan out in-between his slow thrusts.
As soon as I say that, I can see a change in his eyes.
He begins to pick up the pace and gives me punishing thrusts.
With my leg up on his shoulder, I can feel him so deep inside of me that it feels like I’m going to lose control.
In no time, that sensation builds inside of me as if I am going to cum.
“I love the feel of your pussy pulsating around my cock,” he says as my orgasm takes over me.
Not long after, he slows down, and I can feel him throb inside me signaling he has cum too. He pulls out of me and heads into the bathroom, where he grabs a washcloth to clean me up. He slowly moves the washcloth along my pussy to ensure I’m good.
“You wanna hop in the shower? I can give you some of my clothes for you to wear tonight if you want to stay with me,” he says with nervousness in his tone.
Shoot, I didn’t think this is where things were going to go next. I’m not complaining at all because I feel like it’s an honor to be here next to him.
“Of course I want to stay,” I say with a little too much excitement.
“That’s settled then. Let’s go wash up, then we can hang out for the rest of the night. Is it okay if I shower with you?”
I’m a little caught off-guard by his question because I thought that was going to be the plan this whole time. It’s not like he hasn’t explored every inch of my body. Taking a shower just means he will actually get to clean me off, instead of making me cum like he already did.
“Uh, yes. What did you think you were going to do? Just stand there and watch me,” I say with a laugh.
“Alrighty smarty pants. I think you want to be punished again with you being a little brat.”
“I would love to see you try,” I say while sticking my tongue out at him.
We both head into the bathroom and make the shower water as warm as it possibly can go.
Once it’s the right temperature, we both hop in and feel the water flowing down our bodies.
Max is such a gentleman because he begins to shampoo and condition my hair and helps me clean my body.
I’ve never been with a man before who takes such good care of me after sex.
Maybe I just got lucky. I wonder, with him being older, if this is something he’s just used to doing with the girls he’s been with.
I don’t know why but I begin to go into a downward spiral, and tears start to fall down my face.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I’m glad I’m facing away from him so he can’t see the tears streaming down my face, but I think the noises give me away. He instantly spins me around.
“Amelia, what’s wrong?” He asks, looking directly into my eyes.
“I’m sorry. I just started comparing myself to other people you’ve been with. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I’m sure any woman that you’ve been with is better than I am. I just don’t know what to do.”
“Babygirl, look at me,” he begins by tilting my head up in my direction.
“You are absolutely amazing, and you don’t compare to any of the others I’ve been with.
I also haven’t been with anyone since you turned nineteen.
I’ve wanted you but never had the courage to make a move on you before.
Tonight, at the party, I knew I couldn’t let the moment slip away from me.
Never compare yourself to anyone else. I want and need you in my life.
Let’s hop out and go sit down, we can talk more about it. ”
Fine. I honestly don’t know where to begin.
Maybe I should just sleep it off and try this all again tomorrow.
Once we hop out of the shower, Max kisses my forehead and grabs me an oversized t-shirt and a pair of boxers to throw on.
We make our way over to the bed, and I feel silly that I’m letting my emotions get the best of me.
“Is it possible to go to sleep, then maybe have this conversation when we wake up? I think I need to sleep it off and see how I’m feeling in the morning.”
I’m a little nervous that he’s not going to be understanding of how I feel. I don’t know why I’m getting this feeling, but I just do.
“Yes Babygirl. Text your friends and let them know you’re safe and staying the night, then we can talk more about everything in the morning.”
I do exactly as he suggested and send a text in my group chat.
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