0 comments/ 79573 views/ 9 favorites Pacific Heat By: mistyfox The night was hot. There was some humidity in the air, but that was to be expected, after all it was August. The balcony of my house overlooked the Pacific Ocean, and the slight breeze felt good against my tingling skin. I knew he was coming tonight. I don't know how I knew, I just did. The anticipation alone was almost enough to send shivers through me, despite the heat. After our last encounter, I couldn't possibly imagine it getting any better. His touch was like fire leaving his fingertips and piercing my skin. His dark eyes could set my soul on fire. The wisdom and depth they held told a thousand stories. My heart was pounding, waiting, almost leaving me breathless. Every time I thought of him, I would get a quiver in my stomach. How could one kiss set me on fire like that? My hand instinctively rose to touch my lips. It was as if just touching them brought him back. I licked them in hopes of tasting him one more time. My teeth played with my bottom lip, while my tongue made little, almost imaginary circles. Oh, where that mouth had been and the things it had done. Was I blushing? I looked at my watch. 9:30. He would come. I leaned over the railing, just enough that my arms gently squeezed my firm breasts. The breasts that his mouth had covered, his teeth had teased, his touch had seared. My blouse was cut low, almost too low, and I glanced at my chest, rising and falling with each breath. When would he get here? I turned to look at my reflection in the sliding glass door. I wasn't drop dead gorgeous, but I was worth a second look. I looked at my waist, my navel exposed just a bit by my short blouse. My skirt was short, but not too short. Would he know I wasn't wearing any panties? God, the thought of what he would do with his hands when he discovered that made me wet with desire. Who knew that fingers could do such wonderful things? My reflection stared back at me, with a look I knew all too well. There was desire written all over my face. I bit my lower lip, almost afraid to recall all the details of our last encounter. Had it been a month already? He was so smooth, and seemed to know that I'd fall for him. I had just finished my last set at the club. I had seen him there a few times before, always staring at me, with a kid of smirk on his face. I don't know why he chose that night to introduce himself to me though. I was always a little out of breath when I was done singing. It was a lot of work playing the sax and singing for three hours every night. But I wouldn't give it up for the world. "You were wonderful, as usual," he said. "There's just something about your voice that is mesmerizing." I had just come off the stage and was looking for a drink. "Thanks," I said, showing indifference. "No, really, when you sing, it moves me. Wow, did I actually just say that?" He chuckled and his eyes lit up. I think that's what broke the ice. "At least let me buy you a drink." "Deal." We sat at the bar and talked for what seemed like hours. His intensity burned through me when he talked of serious things, but his humor caught me off guard. His laugh was the probably the sexiest sound I had heard in all my life. It was a genuine laugh that came from his heart. Life was too short to be serious, and next to music, my love was comedy. If I had a dime for every time someone told me I should be a comedienne, I wouldn’t need to work because I'd already be rich. Humor was always the first quality I looked for in a man. Next to a cute ass, of course. Manny finally came up to us to let us know they were closing. He gave me a look that said, "Are you ok with this guy, or do you want me to get rid of him?" I winked at him and he smiled as he walked off. "Do you need a ride home," he asked me. So, this was it, I thought. The moment of truth. I knew my car was parked out back, but something inside me told me that this was a once in a lifetime thing. Things like this don't happen to me. I figured I was destined to meet someone in the grocery store who had two kids from his previous marriage, who were now throwing Fruit Loops at each other in the grocery cart. He'd be an engineer or something that would keep him at work until 11 pm. I always had the worst luck with men. I felt like I was a magnet for the poor and down trodden. Guys with hard luck stories, or ones who were looking for laughs. Something was telling me this guy was different, and I'll be damned if I could tell you what it was. Gut instinct? That "woman's intuition" thing I'd heard all my life? I have no idea. I do know however, that a large contributing factor was the growing warmth between my legs every time I heard him laugh. I could see us being crazy together. "Hello, is this thing on?" He was tapping an imaginary mike in his hand. "Sorry, off in another world," I said looking away from his smile. "I'm just offering a ride home, not a marriage proposal," he said. "At least not on the first date." Ice broken once again, something came over me like a thin piece of gauze. "I'd really love a ride," I said. I was surprised that I could actually talk while holding my breath. "Great, my Pacer is parked out front." Well that did it. I stopped dead in my tracks finally realizing my self-fulfilled prophecies always seemed to come true. "Geez, you're gullible," he laughed as he took my hand, moving me from my rooted position. "G'night Manny," I said and I waved to the bartender/owner of the club. "Night, doll. Be safe." Ah, Manny where would I be without him? But that's another story for another time. Seeing as there were only three cars left in the lot, and one extremely inebriated female trying to convince her friend that she was fine to drive by one of them, I narrowed his car down to the Lexus, or the Mazda 626. Please be the Lexus, I thought. Sure as anything he gets out his keys to the pristine Lexus with leather interior. When did I become so material? God, the leather felt good against my bare legs. The car smelled like his cologne. Sexy. He drove me home, with me muttering out directions. I kept thinking of what I was doing. In this day and age, one can never be too sure. AIDS, serial killers, rapists. Oh please be normal, I thought. The coastal drive was short, I didn't live too far away from the club, and we pulled into my drive. My heart was pounding with anticipation. What now? Do I kiss him good night? Shake his hand? Oh, yeah, that had loser written all over it. Without thinking, I leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek. I could feel his breath, smell his skin and see his desire. He turned his face and held it inches from mine. My move, I liked that. He wasn't going to make me do something I didn't want. I looked down at his pants, only to see his erectness. That did it. I slowly cupped his face with my hands and kissed his incredible lips. I was almost startled at how hot they were. But a wave of desire had taken over my mind and I couldn't control myself. I parted his lips with my tongue and felt his teeth, slightly parted. His tongue moved ever so slowly into my waiting mouth and a small moan escaped my lips. At that instant, I knew I wanted him. Like I've never wanted anything before in my life. It was all I could do to not jump over onto his lap. Damn gearshift. Without notice, he pulled back. What was wrong? I had a stick of gum while we were at the bar. Was I that bad? But one look into his eyes told me I was that good. I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I went wet with desire. "Come in with me," I said. "No, not tonight." Morals? I meet a guy I want to go to bed with and he has morals? Just my luck. But I could tell that it was killing him to say it. I took my hand and gently reached over to touch his totally erect penis. I slowly massaged it, as he leaned back and closed his eyes. I could hear his breath getting heavier and was wondering what he was thinking. Certainly not baseball. "Come in with me," I said again, this time barely an audible whisper. His eyes slowly opened, almost black with intensity. I looked directly into them and nodded. "Are you sure?" he asked. It almost seemed to pain him as he said it, but I knew that I had never been more sure of anything. Still looking in his eyes, I reached and grabbed the door handle. I opened the door and started to slide out, without taking my eyes off his. Once out of the car, I started heading up my walkway. I figured the ball was in his court and if he wanted to follow, he could. I opened my front door without looking back. Once inside, I turned to see if he had gotten out of the car or not. The car was empty and a warm feeling crept over me as I watched him walk up to my house. My hands were shaking slightly as I removed the key from the lock and stood aside to let him in. The lights were off, but there was a soft glow from the moon. The entire side of the house that faced the ocean was windows, so I could see well enough inside. I reached for the light switch, but his hand slowly came down on mine, and he shook his head ever so slightly. I had to admit that if ever there were a picture perfect setting, this was it. That was one of the reasons I had bought this house. My mind raced with a thousand thoughts. Was I insane? At that moment I didn't care. He was looking at me with eyes so intense they almost hurt to look at. So I turned my gaze downward. His black shirt was tucked into his jeans, so I gently reached my arms around his back and began to pull his shirt out. I noticed his cowboy boots. Was this guy from a dream, or what? We inched our way to the sofa, all the while my hands were on his muscled back, feeling every inch of his skin that I could. Shirt finally untucked, in one swift movement of his arms, it was off and on the floor. Good, he was stunning. I gasped slightly at the sight of his washboard stomach. The word Adonis crept into my head. This was not happening to ME! Ah, but it was, and I was going to savor every moment of it. My hands next went to his waist, where I undid his belt buckle, unbuttoned his jeans, and unzipped his pants. My deft little fingers seemed like they had done this a hundred times. I thought I would just look at him. I could see his white BVD's that were bulging with his manhood. Had I ever wanted something so bad? I couldn't help but reach down and touch it. I felt like a little girl set free in a candy store. I bit my lower lip, almost too hard. The pain made me look up at his face. The moonlight made his 5 o'clock shadow stand out, but it couldn't hide those haunting eyes. His lips were parted and he was breathing heavy. One quick tug and his jeans fell to the floor. There was no hiding what was in his shorts. Pure, unadulterated, MAN. He was still standing as I lowered myself to my knees. I wanted to taste him. I put my hand on him to just feel how hard he was. His head went back and he made a noise, almost like he was in pain. I took down his shorts and thought I was going to pass out. He was huge. I felt a trickle of moisture run down my leg as I thought of the incredible things I wanted to do to this man. I slowly ran my tongue over the tip, feeling the smooth surface under my tongue. My hand held his shaft as I plunged my mouth around him. He almost shrieked with pleasure as he grabbed my hair behind me head. I stroked, sucked, licked and massaged and if it was possible, he got even harder. I knew I was driving him crazy and the thought sent shivers down my spine. I took my tongue and started at the base and worked my way to the tip, then surrounded it with my whole mouth. My teeth softly nibbled the very tip and he gasped. I looked up at him to see his reaction and he bent his head down and gave a lop-sided grin. "Go easy, baby," he said. "I want this to last a while." He eased me back up to a standing position and unbuttoned my blouse. With each button came tiny, sweet little kisses on the newly exposed skin. When he got to my breasts, he paused and looked in my eyes. I shied away, but he cupped my chin and turned me back to look at him. "God, you're beautiful," he said and unbuttoned another button. When he had reached the last one, he opened my shirt and slid it off my shoulders, down to my elbows. He moved his mouth down to my flat stomach and gave my navel soft kisses. It was my turn to moan. His hands slowly moved up my torso and stopped to unhook my bra. "I love lace, you know," he whispered and a slight smile crept across my face. My shirt and bra came off in a quick movement and landed silently on the floor. I realized that he was still standing there with his pants around his ankles, so I backed up for him to be able to take them off. Boots first, then pants were kicked across the floor. At that moment I was staring at a god. I hadn't noticed before how thick his thigh muscles were. He was absolutely gorgeous. Why me, I thought. Why did he pick me? Here is this beautiful creature and he chose me. He looked down at me and saw the small frown that had crossed my face. "Second thoughts" he asked. "It's ok. I want you to want it." "What?" I must have looked pretty strange standing there with no shirt on, no bra but a skirt on, and a dumbfounded look on my face. "Oh, I want it," I assured him. "I was just wondering what made you pick me?" "I've been going to that club for 6 months, watching you from far away. I have always left right after your set is done because I figured there was no way a guy like me would have a chance with someone as beautiful and gifted as you. It took me a long time to get the nerve just to sit where you could see me, and even longer to build up the nerve to talk to you." "Me? I'm just an ordinary, run of the mill person, there's nothing special about me." I was still pondering all this when he reached down and grabbed my chin, lifted it up and kissed me. In that moment, I knew passion. I thought I had felt it before, but this was something that felt like I would die if this kiss ended right now. His lips were so hot they almost burned mine. His tongue sought mine in an earnest quest that let me know that he had thought about this moment for a long time. I felt my knees go weak and as if sensing that, he picked me up and carried me to the couch. He knelt and gently laid me down, as if I was a china doll. His tenderness struck a note in my soul. I reached for him and pulled his face close to mine. "I want you." I wasn't even sure I said the words out loud. But judging by the expression on his face, I knew I had. His hands slid down my body and he undid my skirt. I lifted my pelvis to remove the skirt, and his hands lingered there. He shifted me so that I was almost sitting on the couch, now naked except for my lace panties. He slowly removed them, as if savoring each and every second. He removed them and let them drop on the floor, never moving his gaze from my moist essence of womanhood. He shook his head slightly and looked at me with a boyish grin. "You shave," he said. "Is that bad?" I said in a teasing tone. "Oh, absolutely not. That's wonderful." He lowered his head and took me in his mouth. I felt like screaming as his tongue slid across my clit. Heaven. That was the only word to describe how I was feeling. Until he slid his finger inside me, then I thought I had died and gone to heaven. "Oh my God," I said over and over again. I rubbed my fingers through his dark masses of wavy hair. "Oh, God, yes." He expertly moved his tongue and fingers in a carefully choreographed dance. I felt my hips involuntarily move in rhythm with his fingers. I couldn't stand it for another second and grabbed his hair and pulled him up. "I want you inside me," I growled. That grin was back and he shook his head no. "I've only just begun," he said as he went back to lick the juice that was now freely flowing. "God, you taste good." Spasms shook through my body and small screams escaped my lips. I felt the mounting heat flow through my veins and I came with such force that I almost knocked him over. He kept sucking and licking and before the first wave had passed, another took its place. He slowly backed off and looked at me. "Are you ok?" he asked. Um, let me think, an incredibly gorgeous man has just brought me to climax, twice, before having sex. "Oh yes," I answered. I sat up and reached down for his throbbing mass and began to caress. "Your turn, don't you think?" I asked him as I gently stroked him. "Your wish is my command," he said as we switched places. He sat on the couch and leaned back and I knelt on the floor between his legs. In one fell swoop, I took all of him into my mouth and I thought I heard a scream. Using both my hands and my mouth in sync, I went up and down until I thought he was at the brink of exploding. "Stop, stop," he pleaded. "What's wrong?" I asked, concerned that I had done something wrong. "Oh, nothing's wrong. You're going to make me come and I'm not ready. You have quite an incredible mouth you know," he said as he looked down at me. I felt flushed at the compliment, but also at knowing that I held the power to bring this man to satisfaction. At that I rose and sat down on his shaft. I thought I was going to faint from the pain, but in the next instant, he started moving his hips and the pain turned to glorious pleasure. I rode him hard for a few minutes and in a quick motion, he had flipped me on to my back, and he was suddenly on top, never leaving me. I thought I had felt pleasure and I thought I had experienced orgasms, but there was nothing to prepare me for what was happening now to my body. I lost control and felt the intense heat of my insides as I knew my cum was dripping out of me. My muscles clenched and I felt him give a great shove as he erupted inside me. His moan almost made me cum again. His body was glistening with sweat and his hair was damp on his forehead. He lowered himself onto me, still never leaving me. His breath was hard and fast. I could still feel myself dripping and suddenly had an urge to get in the shower with him. "Want to take a shower?" I asked as he was kissing my neck with tiny, tender kisses. "Give me a second," he said. He propped himself up on his elbow and looked down at my face. He moved a strand of hair from my eyes and started to gently stroke my hair. "You are absolutely incredible," he said, as if stating fact. "Well, you are not so bad yourself, you know," I quipped back. "I can honestly say that this night has been full of firsts." I couldn't hide my smile. "You know, I don't even know your name," I thought aloud. Slowly he stood up and reached his arm out for me, helping me up from the couch. "Eric. How 'bout that shower now?" "Upstairs," I said pointing the way, trying to stifle a grin. Still holding his hand, I led him up the spiral staircase that led to my bedroom and bathroom. "Wow, this is an incredible house," he said, looking around. "Thanks, I'm quite fond of it myself." I turned on the water to the shower and let it warm up a bit. I glanced at my birth control pills on the edge of the sink, offering up a silent prayer of thanks. Without a word, I stepped into the shower and let the hot water run down the front of my body. He stepped in behind me and slipped his hands around my waist, kissing my neck and shoulders. Another silent prayer for the huge shower that I had always wanted and found in this house. I turned and looked at him, now able to see him with the lights on. He was still magnificent. He cupped water in his hands and rubbed it on his face, then through his hair. Lord, was it possible for this man to be any better looking? He just kid of looked at me with this evil grin. "What?" "Nothing, just looking." "Look all you want, I'm not going anywhere." I grabbed the bar of soap and washed my face. I always hated the smoke from the club, it left me feeling dirty. I stood under the water and let it run through my hair. He took the soap from me and rubbed it in his hands. Then he ran his hands over the front of my body. He took extra time with my breasts, and it felt wonderful. It was erotic and I started to get that warm feeling all over again. I picked up the soap and thought that two could play that game. I got a good lather in my hands, then took his not-quite erect penis into my hands. In an opposite motion, I rubbed him until he was fully erect. Then I kept rubbing, while the lather grew and grew. His hands had stopped on my shoulders and he once again closed his eyes. When he came, it was a beautiful sight. Pacific Heat "Holy shit, you are talented," he said weakly. I grinned and backed up under the water again to rinse him off. We finished up in the shower and dried off. Now the awkward part. Do I ask him to stay? Tell him goodnight? What now? He looked at me and gave me a gentle kiss on the mouth. "You are more than I could ever have asked for," he said. "if you want me to go, I will. If you want me to stay, I will. And either way I will understand." "Stay?" I said almost as a question. I looked up to see what his reaction was, and I think he let out his pent up breath. He leaned down and kissed me again. "Your wish is my command," he said grinning. He stayed the night and we cooked breakfast together in the morning. He said he had to go to work and that he'd see me at the club that night. I had never looked forward to going there as I had that evening. Dusk finally came, but Eric didn't. I did my set, the whole while scanning the crowd for traces of him. I even checked the parking lot during my break to make sure that I wasn't missing him where I looked. No car. Disappointed, I figured that it had to have been too good to be true. he probably was a whack job and now he knew where I lived. How could I have been so stupid? I headed home, all the while cursing myself for my bad judgment. Even still, I hoped that his car would be parked in my driveway when I got home. Disappointment once again. I went inside, looking at the couch, remembering the extreme pleased that was given and received there. I don't think I'd ever look at it again without thinking that. As usual, I headed up the stairs to take my shower, to wash the "Club stench" as I called it, off me. More memories. God help me if I was going to think of him every time I took a shower. Life proceeded without so much as a word from Eric for three weeks. Then one day I received a dozen roses. There was a card that said, "Please give me a chance to explain." If that bastard was married, I thought, I'm going to shoot him. Ok, well, maybe that was a bit extreme, but there better be a good explanation. I was just beginning to be able to look at my couch normally again. What explanation could there possibly be for him giving me the best night of my life, saying he would see me the next day then not hearing anything from him for three weeks. And I was just about over him. Yeah right, who was I kidding? Guys like that didn't come along every day. I pondered the excuses: “I'm a missionary and I was in Africa saving thousands of lost souls.” Or, “I'm the only doctor in the world who specializes in neuro-cardio-prostate disease, and there was a breakout in Southeast Asia.” It had to be something. It just had to be. I couldn't stand the thought of him telling me that he was married, had those two Fruit Loop kids, and he just couldn't get away because his wife was sick or something. I knew he didn't have my phone number. Hell, he only knew my stage name, so there wasn't even a way he could look it up. And even if I DID know his last name, I would be damned if I was going to call him! So, I figured I'd let him explain. I put the flowers in water and tucked the card away in my secret drawer of keepsakes and waited for the explanation. Unless he drove over here tonight, I'd have to wait to see him at the club. I tried to stay awake as long as I cold, but at 3:30 I finally gave in and came to the conclusion that he definitely wasn't coming that night. The next night I did the whole club thing and would you believe he didn't show up there either? He was really trying my patience and I was about to set fire to the roses. 6 more days and nothing. Now, here I am, standing on my balcony, looking out at the full moon, just like it was on that night. Damn him. But yet, I still have the strangest feeling that tonight he will come to me. I have to think of something else, or I'll go nuts. I walked into the house, leaving the balcony door open so the gentle breeze could flow through the house, and the first thing I see is the couch. Not a great place to start. Although, I figured, what the hell. I can reminisce. I started to think of all the magnificent things he had done to my body with his. There was that tingling again. I sat on the couch, and rubbed my hand up and down my thigh. My other hand found its way to my breast and it began to massage my nipple. I caressed my inner thing and found that I was getting turned on by just thinking about what I was doing. I had never done this before and didn't have a clue what I was about to do, but I figured that no one was watching, so it couldn't hurt. I let myself think about that night and how his fingers had felt inside me. I let my index finger slide inside and marveled at how wet I was already. I took it out and played with my clit. Closing my eyes, I envisioned his tongue sliding in and out. I lifted my skirt so that it was around my waist and unbuttoned my blouse. I liked the feel of my satin bra on my skin so I decided that this was my fantasy, I was going to leave it on. My hand found it's way back down to the wetness and once again started massaging. I found that my hips were moving and my breath was coming fast and heavy. I imagined him entering me and at that second I felt myself give in to the desire and exploded. I almost felt ashamed. I had never done that before in my life. I started to relax on the couch and I opened my eyes slowly, as if I was afraid someone had seen me. I saw his shadow before I saw him and jumped up off the couch, skirt still around my middle. "You bastard! What are you doing here?" I lunged at him, but I was no match for his muscled frame. "That was something," he said, holding my wrists. "How did you get in here?" I asked, but before I finished the sentence, I remembered the open balcony door. There was access to it from outside, so I could walk on the beach when I wanted. "I knocked, but no one answered. I saw the lights on, so I figured I'd surprise you. Surprise!" He was smirking like the cat who caught the canary. Nothing like being busted at the most intimate moment of your private life to knock down all your protected barriers and snappy comebacks that you'd been thinking of for a month. "Let me go," I snapped. He released my arms, and I tried to regain what was left of my composure. Hard to do with your blouse unbuttoned and your skirt wrapped around your middle. I tugged it back down. "You don't have to do that on my account," he said. I wanted to wipe that smirk right off his face. "Where the hell have you been? And this better be good." I think I was yelling. "There is a good explanation, I swear to you. Sit down." He looked at the couch and I wondered what he was thinking. "Please," he said. "Are you married?" I asked. "What? No," he started to chuckle. "Is that what you thought? Oh, baby, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry." He reached into his back pocket and produced his wallet. He opened it and handed it to me. "You’re a cop?" I said, dumbfounded. I was glad I was sitting. He was too cute to be a cop. "I started a stakeout at the club about 6 months or so ago. We thought there was a drug ring. I heard you sing and you hypnotized me. I started going just to see you." I was still holding his wallet, looking for the Cracker Jack logo or something on his badge to tell me this guy was making all this up. It sure did look real. Drugs? At the club? Man, I was naive. "Go on," I said. He put his hand on my knee. I stiffened, but he started rubbing it and I relaxed a bit. "What happened? Was there a drug ring?" "Yes, but after they were busted, I had to lay low for a while. I work undercover and if someone made me, I’d be in danger, especially these thugs from your club. My boss was afraid that someone might be after me. He sent me to D.C. to help another detective finish up his case. I wasn't even in town when I sent the flowers. I was supposed to come back that night, but I got held up in D.C. Cassie, I am so sorry. The last thing in the world I wanted to do was hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?" Those eyes would be the undoing of me. As far-fetched as this story was, one look in his eyes told me he was telling the truth. He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first. God, how I missed him. The intensity picked up and I actually yearned for him. The kisses were harder and more demanding, and I wanted more. "Do you have any idea how turned on I am? Your little show was quite amazing." Thinking he was mocking me, I pulled back. "No, I mean it, I have never seen anything like that, and it was absolutely incredible." He slipped off my blouse and used his thumbs to tease my nipples through my bra. He kissed my neck as my hands found their way to his zipper. What had this man done to me to make all of my inhibitions fly right out the window. Two minutes ago I was ready to torch his Lexus, now he was the one setting me on fire. Little moans escaped his mouth, but didn't slow him any in removing my bra and driving me wild with his mouth on my breast. He sucked in as much as he could and used his hand to rub the rest. His other hand slid up my leg and based on his reaction, he was not disappointed that I had no panties on. Oh his magic fingers! He eased me on to my back and slid off my skirt. "Not here," I said. I had enough memories on this couch to last a lifetime. I was ready to make some more in different areas of the house. I seductively went up the stairs to my bedroom and sprawled across the bed. Like a tiger, he crawled over to me, still fully clothed. "I have a lot of making up to do, my love, and I intend to do it." He started at my toes, and licked his way up my leg, stopping every so often to shower whatever part he was on with kisses. When he had reached my inner thigh, he started on the other leg and did the same. This time, though, he parted my legs and proceeded to kiss every inch of my inner thighs. My own hands were cupping my breasts, running the fingertips across my nipples, causing waves of desire through my body. His fingers traced around my clit, making each pass more intense than the last. When he finally slid them inside, I was almost to the point of satisfaction, but wanted to make it last. But the combination of his fingers and tongue was more than I could handle. I came in spasms. He didn't stop, and I wasn't sure I wanted him to. Although I wanted to reciprocate some of these feelings. "Come up here," I throatily whispered to him. He crawled up the rest of the way so that he was on top of me. I could feel how hard he was beneath his pants. There's something about knowing that another is turned on that is like an aphrodisiac to me. He was so hard. Trying to undress someone who is a bit heavier than you and lying on top of you is quite the challenge. I think he realized my frustration and rolled over. I unzipped his pants, then told him to stand. In a swift movement, he was up and half undressed. In mere seconds, he was completely naked, standing in front of me fully erect. I wanted to drive him wild with desire. I wanted to bring him to the brink of satisfaction, then back off. Then start all over again. I licked my lips and nibbled the very end of him. Groaning was such a wonderful sound. I let my tongue play with him for a while, never letting my mouth wrap itself around him. Only tongue. Up and down, licking, fluttering around the tip. When he grabbed my hair, I rammed my mouth around him and plunged. I felt him shudder and stopped. I could see his muscled relax just a bit, but I was nowhere near done. I got up and used my fingertips to explore his body. I circled around him, with only the very tips of my fingers touching him. He just stood there, eyes closed, as though he were concentrating. His muscles were truly magnificent, and I used my fingers to cover every inch of them. I moved to his waist, tracing the washboard muscles. I kissed areas that interested me, all the while, he stood motionless. I thought I had tortured him enough, so I once again lay on the bed and suckled him. I let my hands and mouth cover every inch of his penis. I looked up to see his face and almost froze. I hadn't realized what I was doing to him. He was trying so hard not to come, that he was almost in agony. Feeling a bit guilty, I stopped and moved over so he could lie down. "I want this so bad," he said, "but I don't ever want to hurt you again." "I won't let you," I promised. He hugged me, and rolled on top of me. The moment he entered me, I knew pleasure. He pulsated and in moments came with such force I let out a scream. He collapsed, and rolled off me, lying on his back with his hand over his eyes. "My God, woman, you are wicked." "Why that's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me," I said laughing. I rested my head on his chest and he reached down to comb his fingers through my hair. Smiling, he said, "I take it I'm forgiven?"