Still Fucking Perfect

Cory and I lay in our pool of sweat, bliss and silence. The tip of Cory’s dick rested on my thigh with a small stream of cum navigating down to the sheet. This man just ran all the red lights and lit up my world with the first thorough fucking and the first orgasms of my life. His gentle demeanor, personality, confidence, bedroom prowess and chiseled face were enough to leave me smitten. My thoughts were mushy, almost emotional, while I lay protected in his arms.

“D’ya want something to drink?” he asked

I nodded. “Sure. But, no alcohol…please.”

Cory chuckled as he crawled out of bed and asked, “Lemonade?”

“Thank you,” I said. I reached between my legs and rubbed my still-throbbing pussy. I felt so complete and the smile on my face was evidence. I pulled Cory’s pillow to my face and inhaled his scent when a thought popped in my head. Alicia, one of my BFFs, said she smells a guy’s sheet and pillows for signs of another woman…you know, perfume or smudges of make-up on a pillow. All I could smell was Cory.

“Lemonade for m’lady...” Cory said. I popped up and took my glass. Cory got under the sheets and raised his glass. “To the treasure.”

“The treasure?” I asked.

“To the treasure we've discovered tonight.”

“So, this is all some kind of pirate’s game…treasure…conquest thing to you, huh?”

Cory laughed. “That’s right, baby. To us,” he said as he tapped our glasses. Once sated, I cuddled up to Cory and he wrapped me up with those construction worker arms. “So baby, how many children do you want to have?”

I popped up from my nest. “What!?!”

Cory just pulled me back to my nest, in his arms. “Just kidding…just kidding.” He laughed. After a few moments of silence he mumbled, “But, I could get use to this real easy.”

I didn't say anything. I felt so warm, comfortable and protected that I drifted off to sleep.

****

I opened my eyes and, for a moment, didn't know where I was. The light on the other side of the curtains was still a dingy gray and the arm that was wrapped around me belonged to Cory. That’s when the memory of what went on a few hours earlier flooded my mind. I lay there remembering how I went home with a guy I had met only a few hours earlier and how this man rocked my world.

I thought about how my mom or my boyfriend, David, would probably be trying get a hold of me sometime over the course of this morning. It’s a Saturday morning ritual with my mom, for sure. I, however, didn't want to go anywhere. I melted into Cory who was gone…sailing down the river of la la land. With my ear to his chest, I listened to his heart beat and rode with him on the slumbering waves of his breath.

I laid my leg over his and when I did, my thigh brushed his dick. I ran my hand lightly over his abdomen and my fantasy popped into my head. I’d never taken advantage of that lustful opportunity to grab a man’s crotch. Not out in public or anything, but at an appropriate moment between me and my man. I got the urge when one of my BFFs told me how she grabbed and squeezed a guy’s crotch when they were making out in his car. She bragged how hot it is to feel a hard-on in the heat of it all.

So, I lazily ran my fingertips over his tummy and worked my way down. I ran my fingers along the length of his dick and then held it in my hand.

I was breaking barriers and realizing a fantasy even if this cock was asleep.

Now, how hot is that?

I reached under his balls and felt their weight in my hand and then went back to stroking. He lay there flaccid and unresponsive but then, I wasn't jacking him off. I was just exploring…Cory was sleeping.

That’s when I thought, why not!

I slipped my head under the covers and kissed a trail across Cory’s body on my way to taking a sleeping man’s cock in my mouth. God, how nasty, I thought.

Let me remind you that I am the product of a supremely sheltered upbringing. I never seriously considered having sex with someone until I was seventeen and didn't do anything about it until I was nineteen years old. I wasn't a goodie-two-shoes but I was raised a good girl. My family was the antithesis of P!nk’s song, ‘Family Portrait’. And…no teacher, boss, girlfriend or brother ever hit on me. Sex with my boyfriend just wasn't…how do I say…it lacked that something special. There weren't any red lights glaring in my head. It was just simple sex. That’s why I emphasize how special everything is with this guy. Running all these red lights was making me feel like I'd turned a corner…sexually and emotionally. This morning, I felt more like a woman.

I also chuckled to myself…so, this why women turn into sluts. 

I sent a wake-up call to Cory when I picked up his sleeping dick and sucked him into my mouth. I rolled him around, playing and teasing with my tongue. I sucked on him, pulling him out of my mouth with a smack! Cory stirred and I felt his hand on the back of my head. Slowly he gyrated his dick into and out of my mouth. He began to swell and get firm. In a half-asleep fog he worked his dick in and out of my mouth and murmured, “God, baby!” as his dick became rock solid.

Oh my God!

I have never felt a man get hard in mouth. Cory was helping me to realize another fantasy. I got on my knees so I could just bob my head up and down on him. Cory ripped the blankets back and pulled me up to a kiss and then he moved my head back to his cock and moaned when he felt the wet heat stimulate his morning wood.

“Baby, I need to make love to you,” Cory demanded.

I ignored him and kept bobbing.

“Baby, please…” he plied. “I need to fuck.”

“Mmmm,” was all I said.

Cory let me suck on him for a short while until he pulled himself out of my mouth and pulled me up to another kiss. He rolled me on my back and was on top of me in an instant.

But Cory wasn't in a hurry, at all.

His tongue played in my mouth with a romantic, dreamy swagger. He brought his hand up to my breast and held me, teasing my nipple with little pinches. The grind from Cory’s hips encouraged me to spread my legs wider and once again, I felt the eroticism of his agitated dick poking my puss. I wrapped my legs around him to meet his grind and thrust.

God I was turned on. I moaned into his mouth and was holding his butt when I felt the soft mushroom head of his cock finally push past the petals of my puss. (Say that, five times fast) Cory propped himself up on his elbows so he could observe the invasion...

…and he made love to me.

This was the way sex was supposed to be, I was sure. Last night, I got hummed, cummed, sucked, fucked, screwed, blued, tattooed, staid, made, laid, marmalade and re-laid. This morning, slow-handing with Cory was my pleasure as we got into a rocking rhythm. At the height of each rock, I opened my legs wide to give Cory all he wanted and rode his love muscle all the way down.

Probing his mouth with my tongue was another first. I’d just never done that to a man. I was always submissive, even when it came to kissing, but something about this was so beautiful, so romantic, that I wanted Cory to know my urgency. I wanted to make him feel my…oh god…I don’t want to go there!

In between kisses I moaned, “Mmmm…make love to me, baby. Go crazy on me.” I felt so dirty, whispering this naughty stuff. I couldn't help myself. It was so damn nice to be handled by a man who knew what he was doing. I slid down onto him, we ground against each other’s sex and then I pulled back and offered myself to him again…each time meeting his thrust. He grabbed both sides of my head and pulled my face up to his. Eye to eye we stared and nose to nose he made love to me like I’d always dreamed of.

I had a nice moan vibrating in my throat when Cory began to grunt and his hips started to grind a little harder. Knowing that Cory was about to climax turned me on so much that it sent me over the top. We both started breathing heavy and grinding ourselves together. Waves of an orgasm raced through every fiber of my body and caused Cory to fuck harder as I felt his cock swell and he spilled his sexual frustration into me.

“Go crazy on me, baby!” I shrieked.

Damn, this was good. It was better than I ever dreamed sex was supposed to be. I watched Cory’s face contort as he squeezed out his orgasm, enjoying every blissful moment that was exploding in his body. He gasped for breath and then lay on me, reveling in the throes of his orgasm.

“Good morning,” I whispered.

That elicited a laugh from Cory. “Good morning, baby and that’s how I want to wake up every morning,” he said. I didn't respond. At the same time I noticed that my impulse was not a, “Yeah, right,” attitude.

“Wanna take a shower with me, baby?”

“Yeah, I do,” I replied.

We washed each other, giggling and playing the whole time. Cory gave me an over-sized t-shirt to wear and I wandered into the kitchen for something to eat. I opened his refrigerator and gasped, “Oh my God, Cory!”

This was bad.

Cory came from his bedroom.

“Lemonade…a half o’can of beans. Comes with a fork already in the can.”

I gave him a sad look.

“Green cheese…a…science project in the cottage cheese container… stuff I think used to be vegetables…and beer.”

Cory leaned on the breakfast bar and took my chastising like a man.

“Well, I like beer for breakfast,” he said. “How about you, baby. Do you like beer?”

“I’ll tell you what. I’ll split one with ya,” I said, and I grabbed a can and popped the top.

“Ahhh, she’s a bad girl,” Cory joked. “I’ll get us some breakfast. A place around the corner has world class breakfast burritos.”

I touched base with my mom and blew off David’s call. All I wanted to do was hang out with this guy. Oh my God! What to do about David? I didn't want to think about it.

During the course of this lazy Saturday, Cory took me from behind in the kitchen, went down on me on the couch, he screwed me to the living room floor and we christened the shower, all before we started thinking about dinner.

God, I was crushing on this guy in a big way.

I had never felt the solid conviction that this is the man that I want to have children with. But, those were the thoughts I was entertaining. All because he was still fucking perfect!