At First Sight (He)


We’ve just stumbled in the front door of your house. It’s not much, but I suppose that’s no surprise. I saw you for the first time today, and the second I did, I could not stop thinking. About you. About me. The things I wanted to do to you. The very things I’m going to do now. Instantly, I found myself enchanted. Every detail of your face etched into my mind in a second, and the immediacy of my attraction threw me off my guard. As the door closes behind us, you flip on a light, and waste no time leading me to your bed. I can scarcely wait to arrive and take you, to have you. On the way, we pass a girl I assume must be your roommate. She looks me up and down, then back at you. I can’t tell if she’s admiring me, or calling you a slut with her eyes, but either way, she doesn’t capture much of my attention, despite her beauty. The bulk of it is focused on your ass swaying a little to the left and a little to the right as you walk. You hold onto my fingers, bending your arm over your shoulder, pulling me along and when we cross the threshold of your bedroom. Another door closes behind. From the other side I hear the young woman knock on the bathroom door and yell “Are you almost done in there?” followed by a muffled reply, and she says back “I have to pee!” The door opens, and another voice says, “Alright, eryaman escort alright. It’s all yours.” Footsteps and doors latching, then silence again. Only for a moment though, when a thick pulse of bass thunders through the wall. “Busy around here, isn’t it?” I ask, rhetorically. You answer anyway, “Yeah.” Your roommate’s music is shaking your wall. The fact that it’s bothering me a little makes me feel my age. At nine years older than you, I’m still young, but I get in my head about it anyway. Being with you makes me more comfortable with it somehow, and I say, “She sure like her music loud.” “Not really, It’s probably a precautionary measure. She just knows how loud I can get,” you explain, then laugh a little bit. Smiling, I pull your close to me and kiss you. I reach under your t-shirt and unclasp your bra, extract it from your shirt, and toss it aside. As I start on your belt, the shirt is already halfway over your head. You’re wearing nothing but small, black lace panties now, and I turn you around to look at your perfect ass for a moment. For just a moment though, before I give it a decisive smack and turn you back toward me for another deep kiss. You unbuckle my belt and tear it away as I walk you back, our lips still locked, sincan escort tongues in each other’s mouth. Every second is ecstatic, the adrenaline, the heat, the fire. The urgency of my need for you is unparalleled. I want you. Falling backwards onto the bed, you lose sight of me for a second, but your tactile senses alert you to my whereabouts. I’m removing your underwear, as quickly as I can without hurting you. The very moment they’re off I put a hand on each of your thighs and throw them aside. With your legs splayed open now I see the bare nakedness of you, and smile. Shiny and wet, you glisten in the moonlight that slips in through the window. The lamp on your nightstand switches on. Your body arches as you rise to your elbows and thrust yourself toward me encouragingly. I guess you want to see me work. That’s okay, I’m not bothered at all. I lean in and kiss your thighs, letting you become my atmosphere. My eyes are closed. Gradually, each kiss grows closer, and closer to your core. The sensitivity is increasing. The fine stubble on my face tickles you through the slickness of your thighs. Soon, my tongue slides over your slit for the first time. As it opens to me, I probe you gently, but deep, finding out how ready you are. The etlik escort answer is as ready as it gets. Your clit is not concealing itself and my tongue can’t help but run circles around it for a moment. I love the sound of your moan more than any other I’ve heard this year, but I return to a more general motion, not wanting to overdo it. Lost in my actions, I want every part of you. As your breathing steadies and your voice fades, I search for the proper rhythm. With just the tip of my tongue, I flick up and down, being careful to sidestep your clit while I work, brushing it only from an angle. A minute, maybe two pass while I do it. I don’t look up to see your face, but your breath makes your pleasure known. Now I feel it through the hands which are grasping my hair, pulling me closer. Encouraged, I dive in, plunge my tongue within you, and gradually give more and more attention to your sensitive clit. “Fuck!” your voice cracks across the room like a gunshot. I’m only driven deeper into you, my tongue filling you like a cock as my nose slips around your clit, providing near-electric shocks of pleasure. My cock his so hard between my legs. You haven’t touched it, or even seen it yet. Despite the lack of direct attention though, it’s straining in its slips, waiting for the alarm. A moment more of this, and I pull out of you, only to replace my tongue with a finger, and then another. “MmmmMMH!!” From under a bitten lip, your resonant moan fills the room as two fingers curl against the ceiling of your tightening walls. With those fingers comfortably on auto-pilot, all of my attention shifts to your little, throbbing clit.

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