First Meeting

Sub-Genres: Romantic

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First meetings are tricky things. Blind dates are even worse. Blind dates set up by my friends most often end in disaster.

I didn’t expect much better the night I was to meet Daniel Myers at the Hop-a-Long bar on the corner of Cavanaugh and Willard. First of all – Hop-a-Long? Even though I was born and raised in Texas, I was far from a country girl and I was even further from being interested in a country boy. But – I had promised my two best friends, Mary and Jane (and you better believe that ran that joke into the ground) that I would at least meet him and have a drink with him.

I was early – I was always early – and I sat at the bar and ordered myself a drink. I saw a few of the cowboys eyeing me, but I did not make eye contact. They were exactly the types I had no interest in – huge hats, huge moustaches and even bigger belt buckles.

I glanced at my watch right at seven and I heard the front door open. I looked up and knew my date had walked in. Mary and Jane had told me what he looked like and I had thought that they had exaggerated his good looks. They hadn’t, which made me question why this guy needed anyone to set him up on blind dates. I started feeling even more nervous than I already had been.

He fit in with the crowd around us, but his moustache was neatly trimmed and a reasonable size. He was wearing cowboy boots, but no hat and his belt buckle was functional and in no way served the purpose of drawing eyes toward his assets.

He looked around the room and when his eyes landed on me I smiled slightly. He walked toward me, appearing a little nervous himself which calmed my nerves substantially. If he had been all bluster and bravado I would have had my drink and left at 7:15.

“Hannah?” he asked, stepping in front of me.

“That’s me,” I said with a smile. “You must be Daniel.”

“That’s me,” he echoed. He held out his hand and I shook it as he said, “Very nice to meet you. Mary and Jane have told me a lot about you.”

“Don’t believe a word those two bitches say,” I said and he laughed. He sat on the stool next to me and ordered himself a drink.

“Are you all set, or would you like another?” he asked, indicating the tumbler in my hand.

“I’m set for now,” I said. “Thanks.” I took a sip from my glass, bracing myself and said, “How exactly do you know Mary and Jane?”

“Went to college together,” he said. “We had a lot of the same classes.”

“They were music majors.”

“Yeah. So was I.”

“Really?” I said and immediately regretted my tone of surprise.

“Yeah,” he said and I couldn’t miss the annoyance in his voice.

“I’m sorry,” I said, looking down into my drink. “That wasn’t very nice at all.” I looked back up at him. “I try not to be judgmental or jump to conclusions about people I don’t know, but – I guess I slipped.”

“It’s okay,” he said, but still didn’t look at me. “I’m used to people thinking I’m dumb or have no class because of the way I dress.” He looked at me and leaned toward me so that I could hear him when he lowered his voice. “But unlike most of the idiots in here, my clothes are functional.”

“Um…what does that mean, exactly?” I asked.

He sat back up straight and continued in his normal voice. “I own a ranch outside of town. A small one, but it suits me.”

“Is it the one that’s just outside of town on your way to Hensley?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my…it’s – it’s called the Double-Bar Line, isn’t it?” I asked. I could feel the smile spreading across my face.

“Yes.”

“I’ve always wondered about the name. Seemed odd for a ranch. Now I understand.”

We sat for a few moments in silence and I could tell he wasn’t sure that he wanted to forgive my earlier slight. Finally, I leaned toward him and said, “Look, Daniel, I’m very sorry if I insulted you or hurt your feelings. I certainly didn’t mean to.” He looked at me, his eyes wary. “I’m being sincere,” I said.

After a moment I saw the corner of his mouth twitch and he began to smile, obviously unable to stop himself.

“Am I forgiven then?” I asked.

“Yeah, you’re forgiven.”

“Good.”

“So – now that the first ten minutes are behind us, are you still up for this blind date, or do we shake hands and go our separate ways?”

“Well, I’d like to continue, if you would.”

“Well, hell fire,” he said in an exaggerated accent. “I bagged myself a filly for the night.”

I laughed and he stood from the stool, taking my hand. We walked out into the cool night.

* * *

“Dinner was great,” I said an hour later as we walked out of the nearby restaurant.

“I’m glad you liked it,” he said. “It’s simple, but it’s good.”

I felt my stomach jump when he grasped my hand and intertwined our fingers. His hands were a bit rough but not unpleasantly so. I found myself wondering how they would feel against my more sensitive areas.

‘Down girl,’ I told myself. ‘He’s nice and quite good looking but there’s no need to get too easy.’

We walked slowly toward the parking lot. It was nearly empty – the town was small – and one of the lights were out, leaving half of it in shadow. I suppose in a lot of places that would have scared people. Here, it was just a bit of an annoyance.

When we arrived at his truck, I moved to remove my hand from his so I could get inside, but he pulled me back.

“I can take you back now,” he said. “But I’d rather not.”

I smiled up at him. “I’d rather you didn’t myself.”

“It’s late. Not much to do in this town.”

Before I could stop myself I moved closer to him and took his other hand. I moved his arms around me, moving my stomach against his. “Then perhaps we should stick to the things men and women have been doing since the beginning.”

He smiled and leaned down. I released his hands to wrap my arms around his neck. His arms remained around me and he pulled me even tighter against him as his lips finally met mine.

His moustache tickled just a bit but it wasn’t unpleasant. His lips were soft and undemanding and his tongue gently pressed against my lips in a rather shy fashion. I parted my lips and met his tongue with my own. He moaned very softly deep in his throat – I almost couldn’t hear it – but it made my heart beat faster.

I don’t know how long we stood there like that. All I knew was that when he finally pulled his lips away from mine, I was breathless, my nipples were very hard and I was burning deep inside my core.

“Would you like to see the ranch?” he asked his voice deep.

I hesitated. I knew exactly where this would go if I went with him and I had never slept with a man on the first date in my life. I didn’t have any particular reason for this – it was probably just leftover programming from my mother – but it was deeply ingrained.

“Yes, I would,” I whispered. “But not just yet.”

“Do you want me to take you home?” he repeated but didn’t sound angry.

“No,” I said.

“Then…what do you suggest?”

I bit my lip and actually looked around the parking lot as if someplace to go would just pop up out of nowhere.

Finally, I looked at him and said, “Yes, I suppose you should take me home.” I smiled at the look of disappointment on his face and continued. “I would like it if you would come in for something to drink before you head home. I make a mean cup of instant coffee.”

He laughed and said, “Sounds great.”

When he let me go I suddenly felt quite cold and even shivered a bit. I was glad that he didn’t notice.

The drive to my apartment was short and we arrived in less than five minutes. My apartment was actually the second story of a Victorian era house. The stairs to the front door were on the outside and Daniel followed me up, staying two steps behind.

As I pulled my keys out of my purse he stepped up onto the small landing behind me. I began to hear my mother’s words in my head again. She demanded to know what I thought I was doing, bringing a virtual stranger to my apartment at night, alone. Hadn’t I ever heard of date rape, or maybe he had even worse plans for me.

I repressed her voice to the back of my head and unlocked the door. Mary and Jane knew this man and while their tastes were often very different from my own, they would never set me up with a man they didn’t know well.

“Lock the door behind you,” I said stepping in and switching on the front room light. I glanced around, hoping I had left the place in a fit state for company. I had honestly not even considered that my date would be coming inside. “I’ll go put the water on.”

He did as I requested and I rushed to the kitchen as fast as I could without looking like I was running from him. Over my shoulder I called, “Make yourself at home and please excuse any messes that may be out there. I wasn’t expecting company.”

“I work almost exclusively with men. I’m used to messes. And this is far from it,” he said. I glanced back and saw him sit on the couch. I smiled seeing that he was as nervous as I was.

After filling my kettle with water and putting it on the stove I walked back into the front room. “I do have that coffee, but I also have tea if you’d prefer that. I don’t drink coffee very much and I think that instant might be over a year old.”

“What kind do you have?”

“Regular orange-pekoe. I have some Darjeeling and Earl Grey.”

“Ooh, I’ll have Earl Grey,” he said, his eyes lighting up. I couldn’t help but laugh at his apparent excitement and I saw him blush as he looked down.

“Sorry,” I said. “I didn’t mean to laugh. I just haven’t heard anyone that excited about Earl Grey since – well – since the first time I drank it.”

He looked up and said nothing but smiled, still looking uncomfortable.

“Um, are you all right?” I asked, sitting next to him. “I’m not being rude again, am I?”

“Oh no,” he said quickly. “It’s just that – well – I am nervous.”

“I am too,” I admitted, covering his hand with mine. “I – um – I honestly didn’t expect to like you this much.”

He looked at me for a moment then said, “Should I take that as an insult or a compliment.”

“It’s meant as a compliment. I happen to think Mary and Jane’s taste in men is atrocious.” He laughed loudly at this and I smiled along with him feeling a bit more relaxed.

“So do I,” he said when he had stopped laughing. “That’s why I’ve never even asked either of them out, which offended them, of course. Our second year of college they actually cornered me in their dorm room and demanded to know if I was gay.”

“Oh my god,” I groaned, laughing at the same time. “Their egos have never suffered from size issues.”

“I told them no but that I knew I would never get along with either one of them romantically. They agreed and ever since then have been trying to fix me up.”

“What number am I?” I asked, feeling let down somehow.

“I couldn’t even begin to guess what number you are as in how many they’ve tried to set me up with. You’re the first I’ve actually agreed to meet.”

“Huh?” I asked, taken aback.

“Like you said, their taste is terrible in men so I assumed it would be in women too. I always said no.”

“Why did you say yes this time?”

“They wouldn’t leave me alone about you,” he said, his voice softer than before. “And they actually told me more about you than your breast size and sexual habits.”

I blushed but snorted laughter as well, covering my face.

“I think what convinced me was when they told me you took relationships seriously and actually liked to talk to your boyfriends. They think that’s weird, by the way.”

“Oh, I know,” I said, still smiling.

“Why did you agree to see me?” he asked, pulling me closer to him and relaxing back against the couch.

“Similar reasons,” I said, relaxing with him. “Unlike you, I’ve been stupid enough to go on a few of the dates they set up for me. The first two were men they would have gone out with. The last was completely opposite but even too uptight for me. That was two years ago. They’ve tried many times since then, of course, but… Let’s just say they told me more about you than your condom size or number of master degrees you have.”

“I have two,” he said, pulling me closer.

“Really,” I said, placing my hand on his cheek, moving into his arms. “In what?”

“Music theory and business management.”

“I have a doctorate,” I whispered, my lips inches away from his.

“In what?”

“Veterinary medicine.”

He pulled my lips to his and kissed me. This kiss was more forward and this time it was me who moaned slightly as it deepened. We stayed like that for quite a while, parting our mouths only to move them to the other’s neck or ears. I longed for his hands to be as forward as his kiss but at the same time was delighted that they weren’t.

“Shouldn’t that kettle be going off by now?” he finally whispered then pressed his mouth against mine again.

“Uh huh,” I whispered back.

Reluctantly, I pulled my lips from his. I was a little surprised to find myself in his lap, reclining back against the arm rest. I looked up at him as he moved his fingers into my hair. I didn’t want to move. He reached down to kiss me again and I moved my chin up in expectation, but he stopped and rested his forehead against mine.

“If you don’t want me to leave yet, we better have that tea, Hannah,” he said in a soft tone.

“I suppose you’re right,” I said. The disappointment in my voice made him smile. He gave me one last lingering kiss and then pulled away. I stood with his help and started toward the kitchen and he followed me. I glanced back and saw that he was running his fingers through his own hair and breathing deeply. I almost giggled but repressed it and turned my head forward.

“Well, this could be the problem,” I said, stopping in front of my stove.

“What is it?” he asked.

“I never turned the burner on.”

He laughed as I turned to face him but he slowly sobered. “I should take that as a cue and get myself out of here.”

I hesitated and looked down, leaning back on my counter. “I don’t know if I want you to,” I said to the floor and then looked back up at him, feeling my cheeks burning.

He moved against me in one swift motion and we were kissing once again. But just as fast as he had moved against me, he broke our kiss and stepped back.

He cleared his throat and said, “I want to stay Hannah.”

“I can tell,” I said pressing my hips against his. His hands slid around me and grasped my ass firmly, holding me tight against him.

“Dammit,” he whispered, closing his eyes.

“What’s the problem, Daniel?” I asked. “Am I – am I moving too fast?”

He laughed and said, “Yes and no.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You don’t normally do this, do you?” he asked.

I looked up at him, a bit confused. Finally I said, “What do you mean?”

“Well – it’s only our first date.”

I hesitated, not knowing exactly how he meant his question. “No,” I finally said. “I usually wait much longer than this.”

“What’s different this time?” he asked, looking at me intently.

I smiled. “Perhaps I just find you irresistibly sexy.”

“Perhaps. Or maybe – you have no intention of ever seeing me again.” He looked down and I could tell that he was afraid that he was going to anger me.

“Why would you think that?” I asked, feeling the anger I knew he was afraid of.

“Well – in the bar. You assumed-“

“I was wrong,” I said quickly. “I told you that.”

“Yes, you said that, but…” He paused and looked into my eyes. “Look, Hannah, I like to think I’m an intelligent man and I like intelligent women. I’ve dated a lot in my time and the women all loved to go home with me or invite me to stay with them, spend the night. But they never answered the phone after that. Believe me, I want to have sex with you but I want you to answer the phone when I call you tomorrow night.”

I was silent for a long moment, feeling a bit ashamed. Not of myself – I felt I had apologized enough – but for the fact that women were just as heartless as men were often accused. Daniel was very handsome and I could see why women would use him.

“Daniel, I’m going to answer the phone. In fact, I’ll probably call you before you have the chance to call me.”

“I hope you mean it, Hannah. I – I really like you.”

I laughed. “I don’t really see why, seeing as how rude I was at first.”

“Yeah, you were rude,” he said in a playful tone. “But you immediately realized it and apologized. You’re the first.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“That so many have treated you so badly.”

“Well, it’ll be all right if…”

“If what?”

“If you’ll make it all up to me tonight.” His grin was lecherous and I couldn’t help but laugh again, much louder than usual.

I was shut up as he kissed me, pressing against me once again, obviously with no intention of pulling away this time. I lifted my right leg, rotating my hips against his causing him to moan. I could feel his cock through both of our jeans and I didn’t know how long I could wait to get my hands on him. It had been a long time for me and I hadn’t been this attracted to a man in years.

His hands moved from my back to the front and began undoing the buttons of my blouse. He was very quick and when it was finally open, he broke our kiss and looked down as he pulled the tucked shirt out of my jeans. His hands went back around me, under my shirt, and undid my bra strap in one swift motion.

He looked into my eyes then, moving his hands back around. They both grasped my rib cage and slowly moved up. I closed my eyes and parted my lips as they both covered my breasts, squeezing slightly.

“God,” he whispered. I opened my eyes slightly and saw that he had closed his own eyes. His hands had begun to slowly knead my flesh and my breath rate was getting faster.

“I need to touch you,” I whispered and was surprised at the desperation in my own voice. “Please, Daniel.”

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said. I lifted my second leg and did as he said as both of his arms went around me, holding me up. I wrapped my arms tightly about his neck and closed my eyes as he carried me back into the front room.

I opened them when he placed me on the couch, still over me. Before he could move on top of me, I moved my hand down and firmly grasped him between the legs. His eyes closed and he moaned, “Yes,” low in his throat.

I moved my second hand down and began undoing his button fly, my fingers trembling. He held himself up with one hand and began undoing the buttons of his own shirt.

I had undone the last button of his jeans but stopped short. He had finished with the last button of his shirt and I found myself staring at him.

I had been able to determine that he was in good shape even with his shirt on. With his shirt open I could find no other word for him than beautiful. His muscles were well defined; his chest was broad and his stomach as flat as a washboard. I had never been with a man like him before and I was a little ashamed that I was so affected by his physical beauty.

I broke from my reverie when he moved to lie on me. Before he could I pushed my hand into his jeans, which caused him to stop again. His lips parted as my hand moved down and squeezed his testicles which were still bound by his boxer briefs. I could see that his breathing was getting faster and I grinned at the same time moving my hand up to grasp his cock which was straining against his underwear.

I removed my hand from him but grasped the waist of his jeans with both hands and began pushing them down his hips. I took the opportunity to grasp his behind and I moaned as I squeezed.

I didn’t linger and moved my hands back up so that I could lower his shorts as well as his jeans. I held my breath as I did so and released it only when I could see all of his cock.

I looked up into his eyes and saw that he was watching me with such an intense expression I almost gasped. He closed his eyes when I wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke slowly.

“You’re beautiful,” I barely whispered. At this his eyes opened.

“Take off your blouse,” he said.

I pulled my hand from him and began struggling with my own blouse. I threw it on the floor along with my bra. He was gazing at my breasts, breathing even harder than before.

It was then that I took over and he gave no resistance. I made him lift one arm as I stood and I had him roll onto his back. After pulling off his boots and socks, I finished stripping him of his pants and shorts, leaving him naked except for his open shirt.

I kicked off my shoes and moved over him on all fours, my knees on either side of his hips. His hands immediately moved to my breasts and I gasped when he began rubbing his palms on my nipples.

I moved my torso up and lowered myself closer to him. He knew exactly what I wanted and snaked his tongue about my right nipple as I cried out. He rubbed it with his tongue and moved his lips about my nipple, sucking. I moaned and whispered affirmatives as he sucked, licked and fondled my breasts, moving his lips back and forth between them.

Unable to take anymore in fear of bursting into flames, I moved my lips onto his and kissed him, pushing my tongue into his mouth. He moaned around it and pulled my chest against his. I whimpered, feeling his flesh against mine and found that I had to put my mouth on him, all over him.

He said nothing as I slid onto the floor, kneeling beside the couch. I looked at his body as I ran my hands over him – his shoulders, down to his chest. I moved my lips onto his nipple as my hand continued down his stomach. He gasped when my hand wrapped around his cock once again.

“My god, you’re so hard,” I whispered against his chest. He could only groan as my hand stroked slowly.

I moved my face above his and kissed him gently. I looked him in the eye and whispered, “Do you want me to suck your cock, Daniel?”

“Yes,” he barely whispered. “Please, Hannah.”

I kissed him again then quickly moved down his body. I looked up at him when he began to move. He was moving back so that he could sit up, resting against the armrest. I crawled back onto the couch, placing myself between his legs and asked, “You want to watch me?” He only nodded.

Still holding his gaze with mine, I moved my cheek against his cock and rubbed it against my face subtly. His expression was one of deep lust and I smiled, loving that I could make him do that.

I gently grasped his balls and placed my tongue at the base of his cock, replacing my hand. I slowly moved up, keeping my tongue flat and full against him. It was a sizeable trip and by the time I reached his head, he was already trembling.

I let my tongue move around the head, barely touching his skin. I gave it a light kiss then traced it with my tongue again. When it had gone all the way around, I placed it at the base and finally moved my lips over him.

He moaned so loudly I was afraid my downstairs neighbors would hear, despite the better-than-average soundproofing the building had. I continued down his length, sucking firmly, swirling my tongue all around him. My hand was still massaging his balls, my middle finger pressing just beneath them.

“Hannah!” he cried sharply. “Oh god, don’t stop!”

I didn’t until I had to move my hand so that my chin could press against his balls. He was breathing very hard, moaning, but I had to pull back. I just had to suck him until he filled my mouth.

I began bobbing in earnest, moving my tongue constantly. My hand moved onto his shaft once again and began stroking in time. His cries began and he didn’t stop until he suddenly grasped my head and yelled, “I’m coming!” I moved down as far as I could go which caused him to yell again and he filled my throat as I swallowed eagerly.

I slowly pulled back, enjoying the sensation of his cock sliding out of my throat, out of my mouth and past my lips. I sat up, grasping his muscular thighs and began kissing his body, starting at his right hip bone.

My hands slid up to his sides as my mouth moved to his stomach. I continued up to his chest, which was still rising and falling at a heightened tempo. I ran my tongue along the ridges of his pectoral muscles until arriving at his left nipple.

“Ah!” he whispered as I snaked my tongue around it. “Hannah, please, those are really sensitive right now.”

“I know,” I said and did it again.

He reached down and grasped me beneath the arms and pulled me up until I was in his lap, straddling him. I breathed in fast, not expecting it. It seemed that I weighed about as much as a bag of flour to him.

“It’s my turn,” he whispered.

“For what?” I asked.

“To explore your body.”

I cried out in surprise when he flipped me onto my back and moved over me on all fours. He looked down at me and I was glad to see the lecherous smile spread across his face. I kept myself in decent shape, but nothing compared to him.

“You’re beautiful,” he said.

“I’m a little-“

“Stop right there,” he said, just a bit harshly. “So many women just don’t know how to accept a compliment.”

I bit my lip then in a small voice said, “Thank you.”

“Much better.”

He lowered himself and buried his face between my breasts, kissing the valley between them as his hands grasped both of them.

“Mmm,” he moaned. “So soft and big.”

I had always found them too big, but didn’t say anything.

I gasped when both of his thumbs began moving in circles over my nipples. I was already wet between the legs but just knew this was going to make me gush.

“Oh god Daniel,” I whimpered. “Oh yes.”

He began to rub his face against my breasts, never ceasing his stimulation of my nipples. I could hear him groaning continuously deep in his throat, barely audible as he did so. I let out a sharp “Ah!” when his mouth folded over my left nipple. His tongue slid over it, moving roughly for a few strokes and then gentle licks, all the while sucking firmly.

“Touch me,” I panted. “Touch me.”

“Where?” he asked, around my nipple.

“You know where.”

“Not unless you say it.”

I moaned loudly. I was never one for dirty talk – I was never any good at it – but I was desperate.

“Touch my pussy,” I managed. “Please.”

He stood from the couch and helped me undress so that I was finally as naked as he was. Just before he moved back over me, he pulled his shirt off and threw it on top of his pile of clothing.

His mouth moved back onto my nipple, but his left hand rested on my stomach and moved down, pressing into my flesh. When his hand moved between my legs he immediately pressed his middle finger between my wet lips.

“Oh! Oh yes – uh – right there.”

Two more fingers joined his middle and began rubbing my clit. He moved his hands slowly which drove me mad. I wanted to come and I wanted to come now!

“Faster,” I whispered. “Please. Make me come.”

“Oh, I will,” he said, finally pulling off of my breast. “But not just yet.”

“Daniel, please.”

“Ooh, I like to hear that,” he said and chuckled.

“Don’t be a bastard,” I whined. I thrust my hips up against his hand but he roughly pushed me back down.

“Now, that’s just rude,” he said in a mocking tone. “That’s the third time tonight you’ve been rude to me. If you’re not careful, I might just skip pressing my tongue between those wet lips, finding that hard clit, licking and sucking it until you scream.”

“I’ll be good,” I said quickly. “I promise.”

“Well, in that case…”

He moved down my body quickly then, leaving a few kisses on my stomach along the way. When he knelt on the floor, I spread my legs wide but he grasped my knees and pushed them even wider. Even during sex that was something that often just felt wrong to me. I was raised to believe ladies weren’t supposed to spread their legs like that. But the wrongness always made it sexier.

He settled between my legs and I expected him to tease me even longer, maybe kiss my thighs and hip bone. But no, he dove right in, growling with lust and I yelled in surprise and pleasure. His tongue moved fast against me. I cried out every time his tongue moved across the sensitive nub and in a very short time I yelled my pleasure to the ceiling. I once again worried about my neighbors, but they quickly left my mind.

I began to gasp for air then. He was not stopping and his tongue was moving even faster and rougher against me. My head was buzzing and I could hear nothing but that ringing as I came again and less than a minute later again.

He finally stopped, but slowly, and when he finally pulled away he got back onto the couch and moved up my body, looking down at me. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“I didn’t think I’d get you to scream like that.”

“I screamed?” I said through gasping breaths.

“My name. Over and over again.”

I moaned weakly and let my head fall to the side as I closed my eyes. “My neighbors are going to report me,” I whispered. He gently grasped my breast and whispered, “I doubt it, Hannah. Take a little doze. I’m going to clean up a bit but I’ll be right back.”

“Right back,” I said and fell asleep.

I think I was only out for a few minutes. I was awoken when Daniel picked me up. He carried me to my bed – he must have looked around while cleaning up and found the bedroom – and placed me there. He moved on top of me and placed his lips on my neck, moving his calloused hand over my breasts and stomach.

“Wake up, Hannah,” he whispered.

“I am awake,” I murmured.

He pulled away and softly said, “Roll over.”

I did as he asked, prepared to fall back asleep, but he pressed against my back and grasped the back of my thigh. He bent my leg up so that my knee was just beneath my elbow.

I moaned loudly when I felt the head of his cock pressing against my pussy. He said nothing and made no noise save for his heavy breathing. He began making slight thrusts, moving deeper inside of me with each one and the loud moans from my throat never stopped.

When he had managed to get himself completely inside of me he began to thrust in earnest but not in a hurried manner. He moved his arm about my stomach, holding me close to him as he thrust, breathing harshly against my ear.

Because of the position he had put us in I could do little but lie there and enjoy him. I could feel his strong arm about me. I placed my hand on his forearm and he kissed my ear gently, acknowledging that he had noticed.

With each thrust I could feel his chest and stomach against my back. I wished I could see him from behind, to see how his ass looked as he took me.

“Oh Hannah,” he suddenly moaned, sounding desperate. “Oh god you feel so good. Can I go faster?”

“Yes,” I said firmly between my still-constant moaning.

I cried out when he began moving faster, practically ramming his cock into me over and over. When he began to yell, his arm tightened around me and he began moving even faster, pounding me hard and fast. I yelled with him when he nearly screamed and stopped moving with one last, hard thrust. I could feel his cock expand inside me as he exploded and I yelled again, although not in orgasm. I didn’t care about that. His cock felt wonderful and I could hardly wait to have it again.

We stayed there, his arm wrapped tight around me, our legs intertwined. We were silent, catching our breath. I could feel him softening inside me but he did not shift to remove himself.

After a long while, I heard, “Hannah?”

“Yes.”

He didn’t speak for a few moments and I was about to say something when he said, “I’ve really enjoyed our evening together.”

“So have I.”

“I – I hope this isn’t the last one.”

“How insulting can you get?” I teased, with a laugh. “Are you calling me a liar now?”

He laughed softly then sobered. “No, I’m not. But I know that sometimes, the morning after, nights like this aren’t as beautiful as they were when you were experiencing them.”

“Daniel, this was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

“I wasn’t just talking about the sex.”

I was quiet for a moment then said, “Everything leading up to it was wonderful, too.”

He began to pull away but I held his arm tightly. “No, don’t move just yet.”

“Hannah, have you…felt what’s happening – down there?”

I was quiet, not understanding then I realized he was getting hard inside of me again.

“All the more reason for you to stay.”

“Unlike my dick, some things can’t be used twice in one night, if you know what I mean.”

“Oh all right,” I sighed, letting him go. I rolled onto my back and watched as he pulled out another condom and replaced the first. I moaned at the sight of his erect cock and he gave me that same lecherous grin.

“Come here,” he said, reaching for me. I took his hand and he pulled me toward him as he moved onto his back. “I want you to ride me.”

“I’ve been wanting this since I first saw this beauty,” I said with a giggle, sitting up. I swung my leg over him, but stayed up on my knees. He grasped my hips as I placed my pussy lips atop his cock.

I slowly moved down, feeling that hard head part them, pushing them aside. I was now soaked from our night of pleasure and he sliced into me with no effort at all. I moved down him, sitting fully on his cock.

“Do it,” he whispered. “Fuck me until we both scream.”

I began moving and he helped by pushing and pulling on my hips. His hands were strong and demanding and he had me bouncing madly in his lap in no time. His eyes were riveted on my breasts. I was moving so fast they were jiggling madly before me, almost painful.

He stayed hard for a very long time and before he exploded with a near scream, I had let loose my wild cries twice.

When it was over, I collapsed on top of him. We were both sweaty and exhausted. My pussy had never been stretched so widely or been so well fucked. All I wanted now was to crawl into bed with him and sleep until noon the next day.

But he wouldn’t let me just yet. He rolled me onto my back and pressed against me fully, intertwining our limbs and kissing me with more passion than I had ever felt in my life. I struggled to keep up with him, breathing hard around his lips and tongue.

“Daniel,” I cried weakly, finally pulling my lips away and turning my head. He buried his face in my hair, breathing almost as hard as I was.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “This – it’s just been wonderful.”

“I know,” I sighed. “But I’m exhausted, lover.”

“What, you don’t normally spend your Friday nights making love until three the next morning?” he said with a laugh.

“Oh, of course I do,” I teased back. “But I usually have a coffee halfway through to help keep me awake. And since I forgot to turn on the damn burner…”

He laughed again and lifted his head as I moved my face back to his. He kissed me, but this one was light. “May I stay the rest of the night?” he asked.

“I wouldn’t let you leave if you wanted to,” I said with a smile. “Nothing wakes me up like a good boning and I think you might be good for that.”

“I might be able to help.”

We parted and began to get ready to go to bed – to sleep.

* * * * *

It was late the next morning when I awoke. I breathed deeply and stretched, moaning softly. I was a little sore but felt better than I had felt upon waking in months.

“Are you finally awake?”

I looked toward my door to see Daniel standing there, clad in only his boxer-briefs and open shirt.

“That was quite the workout we had last night,” I reasoned. “Give me a break.”

“I’ve been waiting breakfast on you.”

“All I want is you,” I said. “I pulled back the blankets, exposing myself to him. “Now.”

He crossed my room in seconds, throwing his shirt aside. He quickly pulled off his shorts and actually jumped into bed with me, pulling me to him. I moaned as we kissed and immediately moved my hand between his legs.

“Oh yes,” I rasped, grasping him. “You’re already hard for me. Take me,” I demanded. “Do it now.”

He pushed me to my back and sat up on his haunches, moving a condom over himself. He moved back on top of me and did exactly as I requested, pressing his cock up inside of me. I wrapped my legs about him and threw my head back and he began ramming up inside me, causing me to cry out with each thrust.

He kissed me and we began to slow. We fell into a lazy rhythm, still kissing and I clung to him, trembling. It had been years since I had been made love to, as opposed to fucked, and it felt better than I had remembered it.

Our cries were quiet but the pleasure was intense. We stayed in bed for a long while afterwards but we did not join again before rising. As we showered and got ready for the day I knew that Daniel would be a part of my everyday life for a long time to come.