“So, have you picked him out yet?”

“I’m still weighing my options.”

“We all know you’re taking Henry home. He’s your favorite. You practically humped him on the dance floor.”

“What can I say? His package is huge.”

I sat with my three friends, listening to them decide what poor soul they would be taking home for the evening and using wantonly. I call them ‘poor souls’ because my friends had a tendency to make these men take them to the fanciest hotels, insist on ordering expensive room service and cleaning out the mini-bar before taking the guy to bed.

But, from what I’ve heard, these men had never complained.

“What about you, Jan?” Christy, the lover of Henry, asked me. “Are you ever going to take someone home again?”

I smiled half-heartedly. “I’m not ready yet, guys. You know that.”

“It’s been a month!” Laura exclaimed. “You haven’t fucked anyone in a month?”

“No, I haven’t,” I answered softly. “I just – don’t feel like it. I guess I’m not the slut I used to be.”

This made them laugh and their attention was deflected from me.

It was true that I had once been just like my three friends – friends that I no longer truly wished to be with, if I would only be honest with myself. We were all favorites of the clubbing scene and guys loved to see us walk in. It always meant that at least four of them would be getting lucky that night.

But six months previous, I had met someone and had thought myself to be in love with him. We had a lot of laughs and some great sex. It turned out that I wasn’t the only woman who shared that special relationship with him and it had ended badly. I had caught him with another woman and after I refused to join in, he told me to ‘piss off.’

In reflection, I realized that I hadn’t actually been in love with Roger. I had been in love with the idea of being in love. It was then that I decided that my wanton ways were over. I wasn’t sure if marriage would ever be for me, or monogamy for that matter, but I had decided to slow down. I wanted to exchange more than two sentences with a man before I said ‘yes’ and I certainly wanted at least a bit of respect from him before going down on my knees.

I watched my three friends leave the table one by one. It was 11:30 when the last, Cindy (who had chosen Henry), blew a kiss to me and left the club. I was alone at the table, but I didn’t really mind. I had had a fun evening. I had danced and hadn’t had to buy one drink for myself. I know I disappointed quite a few of those drink buyers, but I was a good dancer and most of the time, that was enough for them.

I stood to leave as well, despite the fact that my favorite dance partner had asked me to join him again. I gathered my purse and turned to face the door when I saw them.

Three men walked in together. I wondered how these young men had come to be friends. The first two through the door were huge. They looked like linebackers for the Dallas Cowboys crossed with a Ken doll and I saw many women eyeing them eagerly.

The third was not ugly and he was not unfit. However, compared to his two friends, he looked tiny, wimpy and plain.

“Are you leaving already?” one of the large men asked me as the second sat at the table I was vacating.

“Afraid so,” I said, smiling politely.

“Aw, stay and have one more drink,” the table-taker said. “We just got here.”

I looked at the third man. All he did was smile shyly. When I didn’t look away from him, I saw the redness creeping into his face and he looked away from me to glance at his surroundings.

I smiled and said, “Okay, boys, one drink and then I have to go.”

* * * * * * * * *

“So, what’s the deal with your friend?”

“Who, Zack?”

“No, Lionel,” I said, nodding at the smaller of the three men. He was at the table, sitting in the seat I had occupied earlier that night.

“Oh, him,” Derek said with a smirk. “He’s pouting. Girl he’s had the hots for is dating another guy.”

“Ah, that’s too bad,” I said sympathetically.

“Yeah, but it might have helped if he had said two words to her, you know? Lionel is just way too shy.”

“He’s talked to me,” I said, as Derek and I danced slowly. I could feel his hard-on rubbing against my thigh, but I was purposely ignoring it.

“Oh, he’s fine with people he doesn’t have a puppy-love crush on. He gets flustered when he starts to become attracted. Scared off quite a few potentials that way. They thought he was becoming un-interested.”

“Did you and Zeke try to set them straight?”

“Hell no. We boned the girls instead. It’s easy when they think they’ve been spurned. Us wanting them makes them feel better about themselves.”

“You’re disgusting, Derek,” I said openly and he laughed at my bluntness.

“Oh, we know it,” Derek said. “But it doesn’t keep the ladies away.”

He reached down to kiss me, but I turned my head so that his lips landed on my cheek. When he pulled back, he seemed a bit annoyed, but didn’t stop dancing.

“Are all three of you still in college?” I asked.

“Yeah. It’s our last year. Graduating next month.”

“You’re all over 18 then, including Lionel?”

“Yeah, we’re all legal – hey, wait a second. Are you jonesing for Lionel?” He seemed flabbergasted at the idea. “I mean, he’s okay, but me and Zeke – “

“Can fuck anyone you want,” I said, smiling up at him.

“Yeah, and I want to fuck you,” he said, choosing to be just as blunt as I had been.

“Sorry, Derek, I don’t just fuck anyone anymore.”

“But you’ll fuck Lionel?”

“I might. I sympathize with him. I just came out of a bad relationship and I know how he feels. Rejection really sucks.”

“I wouldn’t know,” Derek said, grimacing, obviously not liking how this was turning out.

“Well, you do now,” I said, but not unkindly, and kissed his cheek. I didn’t leave him then, not wanting to embarrass him, but when the song was over I did walk away. He was still a bit angry, but didn’t try to stop me.

Lionel looked up when I sat next to him, moving my chair close to him. A waiter walked by and I ordered myself a rum and coke – the first drink I had ordered using my own money that night.

“Why aren’t you dancing, Lionel?” I asked when the waiter had left.

“Oh, not really feeling like it,” he said, looking down into his empty glass.

“Derek told me about that girl,” I said. He looked up at me, obviously not happy about that. “Don’t be angry. I asked him why you seemed so sad.”

“Well, he shouldn’t go blabbing. I’m not looking for a sympathy fuck.” His eyes widened and he flushed bright red. “I-I’m sorry,” he said, quickly, looking back down again. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“It’s all right,” I said gently. “And not unfair. I was considering doing just that.”

He looked at me, his eyes wide again. “Now I really wish I hadn’t said it.”

“Changing your mind?” I asked taking the drink the returning waiter handed to me. I gave him a few bucks and he left quickly, not asking if I wanted change.

“I’d be crazy to not at least consider it,” he said, blushing again.

“Look, Lionel, as I was telling Derek, I know how you feel. I just came out of a bad relationship with a complete schmuck. You’re the first decent guy I’ve seen walk in here in over a year.”

“How do you know I’m decent?” he asked shrewdly, interrupting me. “I could be playing you.”

“Well, I suppose, but if you were, you probably wouldn’t have pointed it out and the fact that you didn’t just say, ‘hot damn, let’s go fuck!’ when I told you I was willing tells me that you are, in fact, decent.”

“I’ve done some pretty indecent things in my time.”

“I didn’t say you were a Saint, Lionel. If you were you wouldn’t be here.” He didn’t say anything, but looked around the room as if agreeing. “Anyway, I told myself after my last relationship that I wouldn’t be screwing around with just anyone anymore. I have no plans to join a nunnery and I still want to have fun, but I’d really rather only spend time with decent guys from now on.”

“And…I’m the first decent guy you’ve met in a while?” he asked.

“In years,” I corrected. “But that’s probably my fault. I don’t hang around in the right places.”

“Decent people are becoming rarer than diamonds,” he said darkly.

“Yes,” I agreed, “and I can’t claim to be decent. Up until recently, I’ve been pretty…I’ve been a total slut,” I admitted, feeling a blush creeping into my cheeks. “I know I’ve broken a few hearts and looking back at that, I’m very ashamed of myself.”

“And you think giving a poor guy a pity fuck will make up for all that?” he asked and I was surprised to hear the harshness in his voice. He didn’t look down when I looked at him and I felt the redness in my cheeks blaze.

“No,” I admitted. “And that’s not why I want to sleep with you. I don’t want to give you a pity fuck, Lionel. I honestly want you.”

He looked taken aback at this and became nervous again. “Why would you want me? Derek and Zeke-“

“Are complete boneheads,” I said, and he laughed. “I’m done with boneheads. I’m tired of them – they do absolutely nothing for me. Derek was doing his best to seduce me out there and the only thing I could think about, or talk about, was you. Pissed him off, I must say.”

“Well, it would be a first. It’s usually him and Zeke who take advantage of the girls I like.”

I smiled, glad to find that he wasn’t oblivious to his friends’ faults.

“So…what do you say, Lionel?”

“About what?” he asked innocently, looking up at me.

I leaned toward him. “Do you want to go to my place?”

“You’re serious, then,” he said, not blushing anymore, but looking slightly pale.

“Yes, I am,” I said. “I’m clean, I have plenty of condoms and I like taking it anywhere you want to put it.”

He swallowed and I couldn’t help but smile. He wanted me – it was very obvious – but I knew he wasn’t going to be easy to convince to go home with me.

“Okay, Lionel, if you don’t want me, I can – “

“I do want you,” he blurted. “But I – I haven’t…”

“Are you a virgin?” I asked, lowering my voice.

“No,” he said, blushing once again. I swear, I was wondering if the boy were naturally red. “I’m not a virgin. But I’m not overly experienced, either. I’ve only had sex two times and that was over a year ago.”

“Ever have a blow job?” I asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Of course I did,” he said, smiling in spite of himself.

“Are you coming home with me or not?” He didn’t answer, so I stood. I took his hand and when I pulled, he resisted only for a moment, then stood as well. I looked behind me and caught Derek’s eyes. They were wide and unbelieving. I gave him a short wave and turned to lead Lionel out of the club.

* * * * * * * * *

“This is a nice place.”

“Yeah, I like it,” I said, pouring wine into two glasses. Lionel was standing in my living room looking around. My apartment wasn’t big, but it was nicely designed and felt bigger than it really was. It was a studio apartment and everything but the bathroom was open and visible. I saw Lionel’s eyes land on the bed, but he quickly looked away as if seeing something naughty.

I walked to him and handed him his wine glass. We clinked glasses and took a sip. I looked at him as he looked around some more, still visibly nervous.

“Do you want to share a shower?” I asked suddenly.

He jumped, almost spilling his wine, and said, “What?”

“Well, I don’t know about you, but I would really like to get this smoky smell off of me and I worked up quite a sweat dancing tonight.”

“Yeah, I could use a shower,” he said, smelling his jacket lapel. “But I can wait until you’re done to-“

“Oh no,” I grinned, taking his hand. “I’m all into conservation. We have to share.”

He stared at me for a few moments then suddenly drained his wine glass quickly. He set it on the kitchen bar and firmly said, “Okay.”

“You sound as if you’re bracing yourself before jumping off a cliff,” I laughed.

“I feel that way a bit,” he admitted.

I set my wine glass next to his and took his second hand. “Well then, let’s go jump.”

* * * * * * * * *

His body was nice – average, but nice. He let me undress him before stepping into the shower. He shut the sliding glass door as I undressed and when I joined him, he didn’t look anywhere except into my eyes.

“Turn around,” I said softly and he did, looking wary.

I picked up the bar of soap, lathered my hands, and then began running my hands over his back slowly. He breathed deeply and I could see and feel him relaxing. He grunted softly when my hands covered his ass, but he said nothing.

He tensed once again when I moved my arms around him, running my soapy hands over his chest and stomach, which were lightly covered with dark hair. “Oh god,” he moaned deeply when I finally pressed myself against his back.

“I wish you would relax,” I whispered into his ear.

“It’s been a very long time, Jan,” he said.

“I’m going to make you relax,” I whispered again, resting my chin on his shoulder. “I want you as much as you want me.”

“I highly doubt that,” he said honestly. His breath caught in his throat when my right hand moved down to cup his balls in my hand. My second hand moved onto his hardening cock and he moaned openly as I liberally washed him.

“Turn around,” I said. He hesitated so I grasped his hips and spun him to face me. He looked across at me – we were practically the same height – and I pressed myself against him again. “Kiss me,” I ordered.

“I-“

“Lionel, I need you to kiss me.”

His hands, which were resting lightly on my hips, moved around me and I tilted my head. I moaned when his lips met mine. He gave me several light kisses, lingering. I moved my hands into his hair and he pressed his lips fully against mine, nudging them with his tongue.

I moaned again as his tongue wove about mine. My stomach was jumping and I could feel myself beginning to burn slightly. His lips were warm, his tongue sensuous and I realized that what I had told him was true – I wanted him.

He broke our kiss and moved his lips to my neck as I gasped. His hands were beginning to move and his lips were becoming nicely aggressive on my sensitive neck.

“You’re a great kisser, Lionel,” I said softly.

He didn’t answer but kissed me again. I moaned into his mouth as his hands firmly grasped my round ass. I could feel his erection pressing against me, sliding from the lubrication of the soap. I rotated my hips, rubbing his cock with my body and he moaned deeply.

I broke our kiss and breathless, requested that he wash me now. He picked up the bar of soap as I took a step back.

He didn’t start with my breasts as I expected, but on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and tilted my head as his fingers kneaded my flesh gently.

“Gee, you seem a little tense,” he teased and I couldn’t help but smile.

His hands moved down my chest and finally, his hands covered my breasts. He had large hands and they both covered my mounds perfectly. They moved slowly, kneading gently and I moaned as my nipples hardened against his palms.

He lingered at my breasts for a few moments, but continued down to my stomach. He caressed my slight bulge appreciatively and softly said, “I’m so glad to see that some women know that a little meat on the bones is sexy.” I didn’t answer and his left hand moved down between my legs.

My breath caught as he washed me.

I grasped his upper arms when his finger parted my lips. I let out a soft ‘uh!’ when they found my clit.

I moved my face towards him and his kissed me again eagerly. I was delighted at the forwardness of his kiss. I wrapped my arms about his neck and lifted my right leg, wrapping it about him. He stumbled a bit and said, “Whoah!” but I quickly leaned back against the shower wall. He moved his mouth against mine immediately and slid a second finger against my clit. His other hand was against the shower wall, bracing himself.

I rocked my hips slightly, matching the rhythm of his fingers that were stroking my clit, occasionally dipping inside me. His tongue was merciless against mine and I found myself short of breath.

I broke our kiss to cry out softly and his eyes bored into mine. His fingers never stopped and the sensations they were causing made my body bow towards him. I could feel myself trembling and when the pleasure washed over me I couldn’t help but yell, bucking against his hand.

I lowered my leg, gasping and whimpering, holding myself up by clinging to his shoulders. He put both of his hands on the wall on either side of my head and pressed himself against me again.

“You do want me, don’t you?” he asked, his voice steady. I could only nod. “Did you mean what you said earlier – that you’ll take it wherever I want to put it?” I hesitated at the gleam in his eyes, but nodded again. He moved his mouth as close to mine as he could without kissing me and whispered, “I want it here.” He gave me quick kiss.

I moved to kneel before him, but he grasped my arms, pulling me back up. “No, not like that.”

“Tell me what you want, Lionel,” I whispered.

“Let’s get out of here, first.”

We rinsed off what little soap was left on our bodies and left the shower. We dried each other off, which took a while because he kept kissing me, delaying our progress.

Once dry, however, he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked into my front room. As he built a fire in my fireplace I gathered blankets from my linen drawer and spread them on the floor after moving the furniture out of the way.

I lay on the blankets as he finished with the fire. He joined me, throwing the towel across the room to the chair by the window. He pressed against me, kissing me once again and I moaned deep in my throat as his hand covered my breast.

“I like you this way,” I whispered.

“What way?” he asked, biting my earlobe.

“You’re not nervous or jumping like a cat anymore.”

I grasped his shoulders and pushed until he was lying on his back. I got on my hands and knees above him and he watched me as my hand moved down his chest and stomach until I was grasping his erection.

“How old are you?” he asked suddenly. “I know you’re older than me.”

“I’m 28,” I answered. His eyes closed as I gave his cock a tug.

“I’m 20,” he said, a little breathless.

“Oh, you’re a bad boy,” I said, grinning.

“How so?”

“At a bar and not even old enough to drink?”

“I turn twenty one in three months,” he offered, his voice ragged.

“Well then, I guess it’s okay if I do this.” He whimpered as I dipped my head, sitting back on my haunches. My hand was still on him, slowly stroking. Feeling that he was again at my mercy, and not the other way around, I moved my head close but didn’t take his cock just yet.

I opened my mouth and breathed out, letting my hot breath cover his cock. “Please,” I heard him whisper. He moaned out loud as I pressed my check against his cock head.

“You have a nice cock, Lionel,” I said softly, rubbing my face with his shaft. “It’s a shame you don’t share it with more women.”

“Not many have wanted it,” he said, but not in a self-pitying way.

“They would if you were just a little more confident,” I said, kissing the underside of his length softly. “Nothing is sexier to a woman than confidence.”

“Then why did you want me?” he asked, laughing softly.

“Maybe I could sense how confident you could be,” I suggested.

“God, Jan, if you don’t suck my cock soon…”

“What?” I challenged.

“Suck my cock,” he ordered in a whisper.

I lay down between his legs, rubbing the swells of my breasts against his thighs, and placed my tongue upon the base of his cock. “Oh yes,” he said shakily, laughing slightly.

I used my tongue on him for quite a while, running it up and down the underside of his shaft, barely letting my mouth touch him. Moving up, I let my tongue wrap around the head, teasing just underneath which made him squirm slightly. At the same time, my hands slowly moved over his lower stomach.

When my lips finally enveloped him, he let out a guttural cry and grasped my head gently. His fingers sank into my short, dark hair and he began guiding me without being forceful.

He had been hard for quite a while and it only took a short time before he was crying out loudly, releasing inside my mouth. I massaged his balls and sucked gently until his entire body was limp as a noodle. I removed my mouth, and gave his head a light kiss before sitting up once more.

He watched me as I moved over him again and he grasped my arms when I kissed him softly. He pulled me down against him, giving me another of his wonderfully deep kisses.

“I take it you enjoyed that,” I whispered.

“Oh yes,” he answered. “When I can move again, I’ll show you how much.”

“Will that take long?” I asked.

“I doubt it,” he said.

“Make me feel good,” I whispered.

Kissing me, he pushed me to my back, pressing against me. He moved his lips to my neck and I arched it toward him, closing my eyes. He settled his full weight on top of me and I moaned openly, running my hands over his back, clutching gently. It had been so long since I felt the weight of a man on top of me – much longer than the month that my friends believed. Roger had never liked being on top. It was too much work for him.

Lionel moved down and began planting soft kisses on the swells of my breasts. “You have such a lovely body,” he said softly. “I wish…” but he broke off to cover my right nipple with his lips.

I grasped his head, tangling my fingers in his short brown hair. His tongue moved over my sensitive nipple and I couldn’t help but moan continuously. His hand moved over my second breast and I gasped as his fingers manipulated my second nub.

“Lionel!” I cried softly, writhing beneath him, arching my back to press my breast further into his mouth. He moaned against me and I could tell he loved how I moved beneath him, because of him.

He moved up and softly said, “I’m hard again and I want you. Do you want me in you first, or do you want me to go down first?”

“I need you to fuck me,” I whimpered.

“Oh, do you?” he said smirking, genuinely surprised at my statement. I nodded. “Where do you keep the condoms?”

“They’re right there,” I panted, pointing to my left. I had brought a box with me along with the blankets. I moaned with despair as he left me, and I was surprised at the sound myself. I tried to wait patiently as he readied himself. I watched him and moaned as he sheathed himself. I grasped his arm and pulled him towards me.

“Patience,” he said teasing me, smiling wickedly.

“Don’t make me wait,” I said. “I need you. Don’t torture me.”

“I’m not into torture,” he said, moving on top of me again. I spread my legs wide and he kissed me deeply, making me ache for him. He reached down and grasped me underneath my left knee, bending my leg against him.

I broke our kiss and let out another soft ‘uh!’ as his cock pressed inside me. I looked at his face and found his eyes closed, his mouth open. Once he was fully inside of me, he paused. I contracted my muscles about him and he moaned deeply.

“Tell me you want me,” he whispered raggedly.

“I do want you,” I said. “And I want you to fuck me. Now.”

And he did. I grasped his shoulders as he began thrusting into me. He propped himself up on his elbows as he took me, watching my face.

I moved my second leg up and he said, “Yes,” as I wrapped around him. I squeezed tightly and he grunted in appreciation.

“Faster,” I rasped. He obeyed. “Harder!” I cried. He obeyed again.

I couldn’t help it when the cries began issuing from my throat. He bent his left leg, lifting me slightly and giving him better leverage. I cried, “Oh yes!” as he plowed into me even deeper.

“Oh god,” he moaned softly, not even pausing his rhythm. “Jan, oh god.”

“Don’t stop!” I cried. I could feel the orgasm building between my legs and I had to have it. “Don’t stop fucking me until I scream!”

“I’m so close,” he said desperately.

“Faster!” I cried.

“If I do I’ll come,” he argued, but moved faster anyway. My head was thrashing and I was moving my hips in time with his, so close, so close…

“Jan, please!” he yelled and that was when I screamed, bucking beneath him. He yelled almost as loud as me and grasped my hips, hard, trying to hold me still, thrusting into me hard but erratically as he came.

After a few more deep thrusts, he stopped, gasping for air and collapsing on top of me. I weakly moved my arms about him, also gasping, feeling the sweat on his back. I moaned openly when he shifted and his cock slid out of me.

He laughed softly and weakly said, “Don’t worry. It’ll be back there again before the night’s over. Unless you just killed me.”

“Me kill you?” I laughed. “It was you plowing into me, remember.”

“Ah god, it’s been so long. I was afraid I wouldn’t remember how.”

“It’s like riding a bicycle.”

“I guess so. Get on and keep pumping.”

I laughed and he rolled off of me and onto his back. I stood and went into the kitchen to fetch the bottle of wine that we had started earlier. There was just enough for two more generous glasses. He followed me shortly, but passed me to go into the bathroom. He returned as I was putting the empty bottle in the recycling bin. I saw that he had retrieved his towel and had wrapped it about himself again.

“Hey, that’s not fair,” I said calmly, handing him his glass.

“I’m feeling a little hungry. Thought maybe I should go out and bring something back.”

“I have some leftover Chinese food from last night,” I offered. “From around the corner. Best take out this side of Manhattan.”

“Mm, bring it on. I love Chinese.”

“You and Mr. Python. And that still doesn’t tell my why you’re wearing that towel.” I moved to pull it off, but he grasped it and stepped back, tutting at me.

“I make it a policy never to eat in the nude,” he said matter-of-factly, with a grin on his face.

“You should really reconsider that policy. It could restrict your sex life.”

He said nothing as I pulled the food out of the refrigerator. As he set my small table, I went into the bedroom area and slipped on my short silk robe, tying it loosely about the waist.

“I suppose I should follow suit,” I sighed dramatically. “Since you have this ‘policy’ and everything.”

We ate silently, both quite hungry from our exertions. I watched him as we ate. He was looking around my apartment again, but this time much more at ease. His eyes seemed to be absorbing what he was seeing instead of just skimming the surface.

We finished off the leftovers quickly and I stood to place the plates in the sink. As I was turning the faucet off from rinsing them, I felt Lionel’s arms go around me and he pressed himself against my back.

I tilted my head as he buried his face in my neck and I sighed deeply as he bit at me gently. His hands undid the tie of my robe and slid inside. I made a sound of approval as his left hand cupped my right breast and his right hand moved between my legs.

“Do you still have that towel on?” I asked.

“No.”

His hands moved down and grasped the hem of my short robe, lifting it to expose my behind to him. His arms moved back around me, but now I could feel his hard cock pressing between my cheeks. I squeezed my buttocks around his shaft and he moaned into my ear and thrust against me.

I grasped the counter and arched my back, pressing my ass firmly back against him. His hands moved down once again to grasp my hips.

He pulled his own hips back for a moment, sliding his cock down. I let out a soft ‘ah’, feeling his cock slide inside my pussy easily.

He began pumping into me, slowly at first. I could hear his breathing. It was ragged and I could tell from the sound of his harsh breath how excited he was. I highly doubted either of the two women he had fucked before had let him do them standing at the kitchen sink.

“I like this,” he whispered, “but can we move back to the floor? I’m honestly afraid I’m going to fall.”

I stood up straight and he withdrew from me. I turned around and wrapped my arms about him, pressing against him firmly. He gave me a lingering kiss, but pulled away from me to lead me back into the front room.

After discarding my robe, I got on the blankets first, getting on my hands and knees. “Lovely sight,” he whispered, just looking at me for a moment. I looked back up at him over my shoulder and he finally joined me, placing himself behind me.

I closed my eyes, feeling both of his hands caressing my ass. I grunted softly as he slid inside of me once again.

“I’ve never done this,” he whispered, grasping my hips. “I’ve always wanted to.”

“It’s probably my favorite position,” I whispered back. He began thrusting into me and I moaned. His cock felt thicker from this angle.

He moved slowly at first, running his hands over my back and plump ass. I pushed myself up onto my knees and he immediately put his arms around me, holding me tightly against him. He buried his face in my neck thrust upwards at a faster pace.

“Yes,” I rasped when his right hand covered my left breast. His left hand moved between my legs and clutched at me possessively. He was moving faster, but still at a relatively slow pace.

“I love how my cock feels moving in and out of you,” he whispered raggedly.

“Oh so do I,” I said, moving my hands behind myself to run up and down his hips. I cried out softly when his fingers parted my pussy lips once again to find my clit. “God, you know exactly what to do, don’t you?”

“Must be instinct because it sure isn’t experience,” he said laughing. He moaned as I arched my back, pressing my ass back against him. He pushed faster, moving his fingers between my legs at a quicker tempo as well. “I cant’ believe I’m here, doing this.” He sounded very out of breath.

I couldn’t answer. His fingers were working wonders on me once again and I cried out loudly when his right hand began rubbing my breasts, moving between them. His breathing was getting harsh and his cock was slicing into me at a faster tempo. His hand squeezed my breasts and the fingers on my clit were merciless.

“Yes,” he growled when I came, but did not stop his thrusts. The pleasure coursed from between my legs, making me feel weak and he felt me wilt slightly. He pushed me back down so that I was resting on my elbows, my ass still in the air.

I yelled and threw my head back when he suddenly began pumping into me at a frantic pace. His hands were grasping my hips hard and I could hear the desperate moans deep in his throat.

“Yes!” I cried. “Yes! Fuck me, Lionel! Fuck me hard!”

He didn’t need any direction and I continued to cry out as he slammed into me over and over until finally yelling. I cried out as well, his grip on my hips painful, but he quickly released me, wilting himself.

He pulled out of me and I rolled over quickly, giving him room to collapse, which he did, breathing heavily and moaning softly. He moaned loudly when I pressed against his back, planting feathery kisses on the back of his neck.

“Too much, too much,” he said desperately, trying to pull away. I relented and settled on pressing myself against him until his breathing was normal.

The fire he had built over an hour earlier was now just glowing coals, radiating a wonderful heat. I was dozing when Lionel left me for a moment but he returned within a minute, pulling me into his arms. We lie like that for quite a while, just holding each other and running our hands over each other’s skin.

“I suppose I should be going,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to,” I said, opening my eyes. “It’s late and I make wonderful blueberry pancakes.”

“You’re sure you don’t mind?” he asked. “I’ve never really done one of these one night stand things before.”

I smiled. “They’re all different, Lionel, and normally I want my one nighters to leave, but not tonight.”

“And why am I different?” he asked.

“Because, you might not be just a one-nighter.”

We both stood and moved to my bed. We fell asleep, Lionel pressed against my back, and didn’t wake until noon the next day.