Two

I felt his sweat dripping from him onto my bare, nude back as I drove back and forth into him. I could feel him hit my internal erogenous zones forcefully, my goodness was this position, the size of his cock so rewarding. He was the perfect guy for the evening, I did not regret that. I was on all fours, and I was enjoying this position. Sex with this stranger I had picked up, he said his name was John or something similar to that but whatever it was, he felt good, delicious, so damn mouth-watering that I felt like I was not having enough of him. The penetration was deep as he caressed my ass which I was certain of at this point, looked super great in this position. I know I did not really have a lot of muscle on my bones, I had a slender body from a young age and it stayed with me until I hit adulthood but I had some great curves to make me stand out.

I have had doggy days with Mark, but for him, he was always bent on relieving himself, making sure he was having a good time and did not care much about my sexual experience through it all. I was not sure if selfish was the correct word, but to be fair, he was just always busy and felt like there was no time to even tease me a little.

But this stranger, he knew just how to do the tweaks through it and drive me crazy wild as I rocked myself on his hard, angry, member that filled my coochie without any mercy, stretching me from the usual penise sizes I had dealt with. His cock was making his own way for him in me, his own territory which he alone was able to reach. He was a big guy, but I could still take him and have great pleasure.

“Give it to me baby!” He said, groaning. He was moaning but trying to hold it in. That was something I had observed. Some men did not think that moaning was sexy, hot, cute, or regarded as okay by the woman lying beneath them. Honestly, I thought otherwise.

“Ahhhh.”

I found myself moving my legs closer together to get friction from how we met, pounding. I wanted more tension between me and him, more hitting my insides and it was so pleasurable it felt like my soul was being banged around.

“Fuck me like that! Yes, yes, yes.” I screamed, feeling him right at the tip of my stomach, this man reached out of these areas. This man was everything. He made me feel pleasure, immense pleasure than most of the guys I had hooked up with did, but not in a way like this. This just felt different, from how attractive and good looking he was, to how his body was pure art and made me feel things in a very different way. He took his time pounding into me, making sure the pressure, the tension that was there was getting me onto my orgasm, he waited for me to ride along.

“ Let me look at you, John.” I rumored as he pulled out his mouth soddening incline. I turned to face him also kissed him hard, indigent, and let him know I still wanted more. My hand gently reached for his incline which I sluggishly began to stroke his incline making him let out a wail in my mouth.

“ It's Cole.” He let out a lazy chortle, not sounding offended that I hadn't been suitable to remember his name. I didn't indeed remember if we had done prolusions before deciding we were fucking for the night. Cole also returned to kissing me, soft this time, also went back to taking my mouth hard. Now I felt more hopeless to feel him closer to my soul, one further time, not just my uterus. I wanted to feel a commodity differently, like jitters, electricity, or butterflies, just commodities raw.

I lay on my back as he pressed up on top of me, getting comfortable in this new position. I was in delight, happy, feeling everything from his well-designed body to his erect member of mine, the sweat, the heat, the closeness. This was all came along with sex and I could not get enough of it.

I opened my eyes to take note of the moment, in as much as I could feel him, I wanted to see him. I wanted to take note of his face, his manly chest, his arms, hands, his thighs pressed against mine. Cole stared at me with his deep blue eyes, they were enchanting, blue as the ocean deep calling me to get lost in, to be free in. I wanted to be free, my soul to be free. He was a gorgeous man with a dark, bristly thick mustache that was plastered up above his upper lip. It did not necessarily hit his upper lip, but it fit so well with his face. Cole had Viking-gold-like hair that seemingly looked brown but with a sprinkle of some gold to it. I could not tell if that was his natural hair or he had added some dye to it, to give it that appearance but either way, it looked good on him. He also had bristly eyebrows that added to his sexy aura with a concrete jaw.

“You're so beautiful.” He said in his deep voice looking me in the eye. He'd noticed I was gaping deeply at him, at his features and he was doing the same.

I felt like there was a commodity about Cole. He sounded different, he felt different in between my legs too, piecemeal from his seductive aesthetics, he'd made me feel kind of special like he took time to actually take in small details about me. There felt further than just the amorous coitus, I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol making me imagine effects that weren't there or if the commodity was really there.

I wrapped my legs around his midriff, with my hands around his Goliath's shoulders. Oh, how this man was virile in all aspects. He precisely deposited himself at my wet, sopping entrance. In no time, I felt the pressure of him. He used his tip to tease my blown clitoris as he played with his member up and down sluggishly.

Piecemeal from the coochie teasing, he moved on to my neck kissing it. My breathing increased as he sluggishly smelled on my neck, I could feel his lingo communicating with the skin there. Cole also made his way down to my hard nipples, at this point they were super, super sensitive to his sense of him. He smoothly bit on my right nipple making me fidget from the brief pain, but also from the pleasure it brought along. Virtuousness!

“Please, I need you inside me”. I whispered, not feeling embarrassed to admit it to him. I was ready to tell him I wanted him to take me, rough, fast, hard for as long as we made each other feel good. I caught him smiling.

“Again baby?” He teased slowly teasing my clitoris with his fingers now. Please, I wanted some dick.

His finger was circling faster and faster as this intense feeling was building inside me, a pure pleasure I would call it. I was going to explode, burst into flames. He looked directly into my eyes and bit my lower lip finally sliding into me. He didn't hesitate, I was dripping wet, my virginal muscles were damn ready to have him all in. He began to thrust inside of me, at a steady pace, the full length of him filling me while I received him happily. My head whipped back in ecstasy. It felt so good as he pulled his waist back and thrust back in. Deeper, harder, with much force each time.

The intensity erected and erected until the feeling overflowed and my body nearly collapsed as I cum harder than I ever had. I wish Mark could be tutored like this on how to please a woman, his woman for that matter.

We were both breathing briskly and our hearts contending. My hands slid up into his hair, pulling his head back causing him to release a wail. I love to hear a man wail, it sounded like art. And talk about when he's having his relief in you or on you. He moved his head back over and took one nipple in his mouth and licked it in circles, oh the addicting feeling. I was still grinding, wanting to feel full, to feel fed, to feel satisfied. His free hand also wrapped around my neck, with that perfect quantum of pressure. Just right.

This man had full control of my body.

The sensation erected in me and I couldn't take it presently. I have noway wanted someone so much in my life.

"I am going to cum!" I said while mindlessly grinding my hips. We were in a perfect union. Perfect motion colliding into each other, grinding into each other.

He grabbed my jaw, looked me in my eyes, and continued to bring me to the brink of unraveling pleasure. He was gold.

He then pulled my face to his and sucked my bottom lip into his mouth.

"I want to hear from you. I want to hear you be free," He demanded as he started going faster again.

I came apart at the sound of those words.

"Oh my god, Cole..."

When morning came, the sun had risen and the light was trickling through the curtains but I kept my eyes closed. Turned and felt the man I had a lusty and steamy night with. I stole a glance at his handsome face and smiled, if only Mark made me feel giddy like this stranger did. We had been together for a year now and sadly for me, he was always busy as the company legal lawyer, and yeah I get that.

I felt Cole's hand over my hip, my thoughts wandered to his name, I didn't know his name, I just recalled that we met in the bar, made out in the alley, and kissed our way to his bed where he made me feel like I was in heaven. Any man can pound you hard but not every man can make you feel something in the pit of your tummy, apart from his member of course.

“You awake,” he said, his voice deep, yet far off like a whisper

“Barely. ”I found myself smiling

He sat straight and brushed my hair to the side kissing my shoulder.

“I like your tattoo.”

Tattoo? Oh yeah, the heart-shaped tattoo on my right shoulder that I had gotten with Mark. Mark!

“What? Did I say something wrong?”

'I need to go.’

“But why are we having a good time?”

“I have to leave,” I said, getting off the bed and running naked in the bathroom.