Chapter 1

I was from a small rural community in southeast Kansas, and was disappointed with my job, my social life, and my morale was low. I had dated and had two extended relationships. Without going into detail, they didn't end well. Suffice it to say, I wanted to leave all that behind to start anew.

I'm Anne, twenty-four, 5'4", 120 lbs, with long brown hair and hazel eyes.

In preparation for the move, I took online courses in business administration and communications. I obtained my associate's and bachelor's degrees from SNHU. Armed with them, I had my resume submitted to various job sites. I was interviewed and offered a personal assistant position with the Riker Law Firm in Portland, Oregon. I accepted, and for a year now, I've settled in as the PA for Brad Riker, the Senior Attorney.

It was Friday morning, the end of the work week. I was at the counter at the Starbucks in the lobby of the office building where I worked. After paying, I turned, bumping into the person behind me, and nearly dropped my coffee. Thanks to the lid, I didn't spill any or worse, splash them or me.

I looked up, and there stood before me a tall, handsome man with a bright smile and sea-blue eyes that sparkled. He said, "Excuse me, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so close."

Something stirred within me the moment I looked into his eyes. A bit flustered and momentarily lost in his gaze, I noticed the line pressing in behind him. I managed a smile and replied, "That's okay, no harm done. There's no need to apologize."

That said, I headed to the elevator, and just as the doors were about to close, in stepped Paul. He smiled and said, "Well, we meet again. I'm Paul," and offered his hand.

Surprised, I shook his hand. "I'm Anne, so what floor?" I asked and released his hand.

"The third floor, he replied."

I pressed the buttons for his and my floor. We stood in awkward silence until the chime sounded on his floor and the door opened. He turned before stepping out and said, "Anne, it was a pleasure to meet you."

I smiled back. "The pleasure was all mine."

Oh my, I thought, how that must have sounded. I admired Paul's physique and took note of his firm butt in his black tailored slacks as he headed down the hall.

It was hard to keep my mind on the job as thoughts of Paul distracted me. I certainly didn't expect to have a chance encounter with a handsome man while getting my morning coffee. I hadn't been in a serious relationship since moving here. I had decided to take a time out to understand myself better, my wants, needs, and desires.

Quitting time came, and I went to the elevator. On the third floor, among others, Paul entered. He smiled and said, "So, Anne, we have to stop meeting like this."

I know how cliché that sounded, and from his expression, he knew it as well. I giggled and said, "Oh, we do and why is that?"

He chuckled, saying, "Look, I normally wind down Friday at Angelo's Lounge next door after work. Would you care to join me?"

Unlike me, I smiled and replied without hesitation, "I would be delighted."

We were soon seated at the bar. I rarely imbibe when out, and one would be my limit. I nursed a gin and tonic, and he had an IPA. Our conversation flowed easily. I found him likable and easy to talk to.

Paul revealed he had been in a long-term relationship that led to an engagement. He started having second thoughts because she was overly flirtatious. When he called her out on it, she claimed it was harmless fun. He disagreed and broke it off.

Despite myself, I was nursing another drink as I revealed a little about my past. I didn't go into much detail, but I admitted my disappointment with my previous relationships and that I hadn't dated or been involved with anyone for a while.

Paul smiled and said, "I'll have to see if I can change that. Anne, this isn't a pickup line," he giggled, "well, maybe it is, but in all sincerity, you're a beautiful young woman. I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that and admit to being attracted to you."

I gasped at that and replied, "I'm flattered and admit the feeling is mutual."

He asked me, "Anne, would you join me for dinner tomorrow evening?"

I noticed the glint in his eyes and the apprehension as he waited for my response. A warmth enveloped me, and I felt a yearning of desire. Something I hadn't felt for so long.

My heart a flutter, I replied, "Yes, it's been too long since I had an evening out."

He smiled, the glint still there, only brighter, and replied, "Anne, thank you for accepting my invitation. I look forward to our date and a chance to get to know you better."

Before parting, we exchanged contacts and my address. Paul would pick me up at seven. I told him to press the button for apartment number twelve, and I would come down to meet him.

I lived conveniently just a few blocks from downtown and was giddy as I walked home. Arriving, I undressed and noticed my panties were wet from arousal. It had been a while since I had been so excited. I showered, dried, and slipped into a blue silk lace camisole and shorts.

I had a light meal and a glass of Chardonnay. The drinks at Angelo's, along with the wine, had me relaxed, and I decided to turn in early.

Lying in bed, I thought of Paul. Aside from being handsome, I was drawn to Paul's confidence, as well as his smile and sense of humor. His sea-blue eyes, which contrasted with his wavy black hair, intrigued me, as they were unusual and added to his allure.

I felt comfortable opening up to him, shedding my timidity. I hadn't been with anyone intimately since moving here. Was I ready for this? I thought it was time to get over my reluctance. The past was behind me, and I couldn't deny my attraction.

I imagined his arms around me, our bodies pressed together, his lips pressed to mine. Wow, I thought, what's come over me? Aroused, my left hand slipped under my cami, teasing a nipple as my right slipped into my shorts.

Having admired his ass, I wondered about his cock. I giggled and thought that's a mystery yet to be revealed. I imagined its length and girth, hard and throbbing, poised to plunge into my hot, wet depths. "Fuck yes!" I said out loud.

I squeezed my swollen breasts, pinched and tugged my nipple, alternating from one to the other. That triggered a shock to my core as my juices flowed.

"Oh lord," I moaned as my finger parted the folds of my slick labia. I slid it in my wet depths, then up along my slit to my hard throbbing clit. I brought my left hand down and inserted two fingers into my vagina, which clenched around them. I had never been so aroused. I furiously rubbed my clit and plunged my fingers deep within. I wailed, bucked, and writhed in carnal delight.

The heat and pressure built deep within. My release was imminent as the waves of pleasure hit. I yelled out, "Oh fuck, my god yes!" My body shuddered uncontrollably as my eyes rolled back, lost in the throes. I lay there quivering, relishing the aftermath. I hadn't experienced so intense an orgasm. Neither had I ever uttered the expletives I yelled out.

I had an epiphany; changes had occurred within me. I was no longer the shy, reserved girl I had been and felt free of the restraints that had held me back. I would no longer inhibit my true nature but embrace it along with my sexuality. Sated and with that thought, I slipped under the comforter and drifted off to sleep.

Chapter 2

I awoke to the early morning sun illuminating the bedroom. There was a brisk early October breeze blowing in through the open bedroom window.

Huddled under the comforter, I stretched to awaken my body and get my endorphins flowing. I looked forward to the day as I heard the coffee maker brewing in the kitchen. Remembering the previous evening brought a smile to my face and a tingle to my nether regions. I looked forward to my date with Paul that evening.

After breakfast, I grabbed my gym bag and went to my women's health club, Curves. On Saturdays, I would meet my friend Mary there for my workout. After, we would have brunch at Crystal's Cafe.

Mary was twenty-six and had been married for four years to William. They were a loving couple and had a four-year-old daughter, Lily.

We sat at our usual table, and she noticed my excitement. "Anne, what's up your glowing?"

I replied, "It's that obvious."

"Yes," she said, "Now tell me what has you so giddy?"

"Mary, I've met someone. His name is Paul. We've only just met, but he has stirred feelings in me that I haven't felt for so long. There was an immediate attraction between us. We met after work at Angelo's yesterday, and he asked me out tonight."

She knew my past and that I hadn't been involved in any serious relationships since I moved here. I told her how we met and described Paul to her.

Mary smiled and said, "He sounds like quite a catch, and I'm happy for you. It's about time you got out of your shell."

We finished our meal. Mary asked me to let her know how things develop and wished me luck on the date. With a hug and a chaste kiss on the cheek, we parted.

Returning home, I did my laundry and cleaned the apartment. It was time to get ready.

I ran a bath, washed my hair, shaved my legs, underarms, and for the first time, my pubes, leaving just a heart-shaped tuft on my mons. Pleased, I applied an aloe moisturizer. Though aroused, I resisted pleasuring myself.

I slipped into a lacy red silk thong and matching demi-bra. I applied light makeup and finished with a spritz of Jovan Musk. I slipped into a black silk mini dress I hadn't had the occasion to wear. It had a sweetheart neckline that revealed just a hint of my full, pert breasts and cleavage. The dress flared at the hip, and the hem sat just below mid-thigh.

I stepped into a pair of black pumps and appraised myself in the mirror. I did a pirouette and lightly tousled my hair. I was pleased with the look, but a bit apprehensive, as I wanted to make a lasting impression.

It was near seven and I had a glass of wine to settle my nerves. My esteem had improved, and so had my confidence. This date was the next step. Paul had stirred something within that I was ready to pursue. I was shaken from my reverie by the bell. The front had a door cam that allowed you to view who was out front. Paul had arrived.

Chapter 3

I hit the intercom, saying I would be right down. I made my way down the stairs to the door and took a deep breath. I opened it, stepping outside into the crisp Autumn evening.

Paul stepped back; he was impeccably dressed in a black blazer, white dress shirt, black slacks, and loafers. His eyes shimmered as he appraised me, and with a broad smile said, "My lord, Anne, you look absolutely stunning in that dress."

I blushed as I was momentarily at a loss for words. I regained my composure, smiled, and said, "That's so lovely for you to say, and you look fabulous as well."

"Thank you, Anne." He gestured behind him, "Well lovely lady, our Chariot awaits."

My attention had been on this handsome man before me. I hadn't noticed the black limousine parked at the curb. The driver is holding the passenger door open.

"Oh my!" I gasped, "I didn't expect this."

Paul smiled, "Yes, I might of gone a little overboard but I wanted our first date to be special."

It felt special indeed, and I was anxious with anticipation for what else he planned for the evening. I stepped forward and kissed him on the cheek, giggled, and replied, "Well, you're off to a good start."

We entered the Limo, and waiting for us was an open chilled bottle of Dom Pérignon and two flutes.

"Oh my lord, Paul, champagne, really? I exclaimed.

I thought to myself, I must be dreaming. This isn't real; it only happens in romance novels or movies, but certainly not to me.

Paul poured us each a flute, "Anne, a toast to what I hope is a memorable evening and the start of something special between us."

Somehow, this man's words and actions continue to leave me gasping. I replied, "I look forward to the evening and the possibilities."

He smiled and said, "Cheers." We clinked glasses and drank our toast.

The driver had allowed us a moment before asking if we were ready to head out. Paul had already told him our destination and said we were. He informed me he had made reservations at a fine French restaurant and lounge called 'Le Ciel Bleu Brasserie et Salon' (The Blue Sky Brasserie and Lounge).

We arrived after a pleasant ride through the foothills, enjoying our champagne. The restaurant was located in the heights. Upon entering, we were greeted by the Maître d'. Paul announced our reservation, and he seated us at a table by a window overlooking the city. The view was spectacular.

The place was dimly lit, and the table settings were formal, with lit candles adding to the warm, romantic ambiance—soft music wafted from the adjacent lounge.

"Oh my, Paul, this place, the view, it's amazing. How did you hear about it. Have you been here before?"

He replied, "My friend Mark and his wife just celebrated their first anniversary here and recommended it. My goal was to provide a memorable evening and I'm glad your pleased."

"It's wonderful and so romantic. I'm just a rural, small-town country girl adjusting to life in the city. There's nothing like this back home. To paraphrase Dorothy, I'm not in Kansas anymore."

Paul laughed, and I laughed along with him at my OZ reference. Upon the waiter's suggestion, we enjoyed a fabulous meal paired with a fine wine.

The conversation flowed easily between us. Each story prompted another as our connection deepened. I felt it, as I am sure Paul did as well. The glimmer in his eyes and smile said it all. I felt my longing and pent-up desire within me taking hold, and I struggled to remain composed.

Paul asked, "Shall we check out the lounge and enjoy a nightcap?"

"Sounds delightful, especially after this wonderful meal. If you'll excuse me, I need to use the ladies and freshen up."

Paul replied, "I'll settle the bill and meet you in the lounge."

I entered the lounge. Like the restaurant, the lighting was soft and low, creating a warm yet intimate setting. Candles in small glass holders on each table, casting flickering shadows across the polished wood, added to the ambiance.

A string quartet accompanied a pianist. Couples dancing to the soft melodic music, others having quiet conversations at the bar, tables, or tucked into booths.

I sat at the bar, and the Bartender asked what I wanted. I told him to wait until my date arrives. I spun on the stool to look around while I waited. I hadn't noticed how my hem had slid up my thighs as I sat.

I noticed two gentlemen at a table saying something to each other, looking my way. I hadn't intended to make eye contact, but they saw me look their way. They smiled and raised their glasses in a toast to me. It was then I noticed my hem and realized how exposed I was. Flustered, I spun back, facing the bar, pulling the hem down.

Thankfully, in the mirror behind the bar, I saw Paul approaching. Relieved, I saw his handsome, smiling face and slid off the stool, hugging and kissing him on the cheek.

Taken by surprise, he said, "Wow, Anne, that's quite a welcome."

I replied, "After the wonderful evening you've provided a hug and kiss on the cheek is the least I can do to thank you."

"I'm pleased that your enjoying our evening." With a wry grin, he said, "I hope to earn more of those hugs and sweet kisses."

I giggled and replied, "Like I said earlier, your off to a good start."

We sat at the bar. Paul ordered us a fine brandy that he said was a proper digestif. I enjoyed my first taste of the smooth, lightly sweet, warm amber liquid.

"Shall we dance?" he asked.

I giggled and said, "I would, if the fine gentleman promises not to step on my toes."

He laughed, taking my hand, and led me out onto the floor, replying, "So you think I have two left feet?"

Paul embraced me, was light on his feet, and we were soon gliding gracefully around the floor. This man continued to amaze me.

After a couple of dances, I was feeling lightheaded from the drinks. There was a patio, and I suggested we step out and get some air.

The autumn evening air was cool and crisp. I leaned against the railing, enjoying the view. Paul wrapped his arms around me from behind, and I snuggled into his embrace.

"Anne," he whispered, "Your scent is intoxicating."

Paul's fingers gently brushed my hair away. I felt his warm breath as he kissed my shoulder. He runs his lips up my neck slowly. I tilted my head slightly as I felt his tongue just behind my ear. He nibbled the lobe gently, eliciting a shudder, and I moaned in response.

I turned into his embrace, and we faced each other. Paul's arms wrapped around me, his hands on the small of my back. With bated breath and my heart a flutter, a warmth enveloped me. I wrapped my arms around Paul and pressed my body to his.

I looked up and saw the glimmer in his eyes like a flame. Paul leaned in, bringing his mouth to mine. Though tentative at first, his lips were warm, and the brandy's taste lingered as his lips pressed softly against my own. The kiss deepened as time seemed to stand still, and the world faded away.

The moment was broken as an attractive middle-aged couple stepped out onto the patio. Paul released me, and, blushing, I stepped back.

The woman said, "Oh, excuse us, sorry to interrupt you two young lovers."

I felt foolish for reacting like we were doing something inappropriate, after all, we were adults. I leaned back into Paul and replied, "It's quite all alright no apology is necessary. We got a little carried away."

Paul said, "If you'll excuse us we were about to call it an evening."

As we walked by them, the woman giggled and said, "I envy your youth and passion. Hang on to it."

We stepped back into the lounge. I looked back, and the couple had embraced and were kissing passionately. I nudged Paul to look. He smiled, acknowledging the moment.

I thought of our moment as Paul paid the tab. Our first kiss and Oh..., what a kiss! It was a taste of heaven, a moment of pure bliss.

On the ride back, we sat quietly snuggled together, both of us gathering our thoughts. Paul turned facing me and said, "Anne, our kiss on the patio was magical. I apologize if I took it to far. Your allure, beauty and charm overrode my sense of propriety."

Paul amazed me with his chivalry. Just another quality that enamored me about him. I felt my inhibitions melt away. I took his hands in mine, "Paul, you've been such a gentleman and showed great restraint and respect. The kiss was wonderfully sensual and passionate. No kiss ever evoked the feelings it stirred within me." I giggled and said, "Now bring those sweet lips to mine and share the passion and desire you've awakened."

Oh my, I thought, where did that come from? Yes, it was unlike me, but I couldn't deny the allure I felt for this man. Not to mention my intense arousal.

Paul, surprised by my sudden aggressiveness, hesitated and asked, "Anne, you're sure it's not the alcohol talking? Because I want more than anything to take this further, but once the flame is lit ...."

Not letting him finish, I said, "Oh, it's more than lit, I want you, Paul, now kiss me."

We embraced, and our mouths came together. Paul's lips were soft, inviting, and parted slightly, allowing my tongue to slip inside. Then a deepening exploration as our tongues danced. The kiss was a spark that ignited a fire, something primal that threatened to consume me.

We were lost in our passion, as we fondled and caressed each other, our mouths locked together. A sudden jerk of the Limo brought us back to earth. The driver swore and apologized for the idiot who caused him to slam on the brakes.

I noticed we were nearly back at my apartment. I whispered, "Paul, when we arrive send the Limo on it's way."

I knew from Paul's expression that he was surprised by my request. He recovered quickly, saying, "Anne, I would love to, but are you sure?"

I replied, "Yes, I'm sure, I've never wanted anything more."

Chapter 4

So there we were, I was nervous with excitement, fumbling with my keys at the door. Paul thankfully took hold of them and asked once again, "Anne, are you sure about this?"

Wow, I thought, how chivalrous. I wanted to please this man, to give him whatever satisfaction my body could offer. Pausing to catch my breath and calm my nerves, I replied, "Yes, I'm sure, I know this is sudden, and I assure you it's not something I've ever done. You've lit a fire within me, and I can't resist my desire for you. Now open the door, please."

Paul opened the door, and we entered. As the door closed behind us, I leaned into his embrace. His sweet lips met mine. Our mouths locked, devouring each other with the passion that burned between us.

The kiss had further flamed my arousal. A carnal need awakened within. It was as if I had become someone else. A new persona, and I embraced it.

I stepped back and slipped the straps off my shoulders. Paul stood there, stunned as the dress pooled at my feet. I slid off my thong, unclasped the bra, and his eyes widened as I removed it, revealing my swollen breasts. My hot pink nipples were hard and flushed with arousal.

Now, Paul was the one at a loss for words. His expression amused me. I smiled seductively, took his hand, and led him to the bedroom. At the bed, I turned and faced him. He started to speak, I placed a finger to his lips, "Hush, don't question this. Just let it happen."

I reached for his shirt, my fingers trembling as I unbuttoned it and slipped the sides over his strong shoulders, revealing his dark, toned chest, tight abs, and the veins popping on his biceps. I ran my hands over him, gazing at his nude body, gasping at the way his skin stretched taut across the bulges in his muscles. As my eyes finally rose to meet his, I saw a fire burning within them, and a hunger in his expression.

He invited me to him, kissing me softly as my hands freed his belt. Breaking the kiss, my lips moved down his chest as my hands opened the clasp and lowered the zipper on his pants. I dropped to my knees and guided them down. I grasped the waistband of his boxers and slipped them down his muscled legs. They pooled at his feet, and he stepped out of them.

Focusing on the task at hand. Paul's magnificent cock throbbed before me. The musky scent was intoxicating. With my left hand, my fingers traced the outline. With his length and girth, I was barely able to wrap them around it.

Along the ridged shaft, the veins flushed with blood stood out. The purple crown oozed a shiny white dollop of precum. My mouth salivated, wanting to taste Paul, to provide exquisite pleasure. My attention fell to that dollop.

I grasped the base, leaned forward, kissed, and licked the dollop off the tip. Savoring the slight salty sweetness, I then slithered my lips and tongue down the length. My hand cupped Paul's balls. I suckled on one and then the other, which elicited a moan. Encouraged by his response, I ran my tongue back up, wrapping my lips around the head. I sucked and swirled my tongue around it as I took him in my mouth.

"My god, you're ravenous!" he groaned. Paul gently grasped my head as he ran his hands through my hair.

I sucked and bobbed as I took him in. I worried that I wouldn't be able to take him all the way. I wanted to please him, hear his praise as he groans and cums into my throat. I backed off, took a deep breath, and went back down on him. When the thick crown hit my throat, it was a struggle to fight off my gag reflex. I swallowed, taking him in.

He groaned and exclaimed, "Oh, Anne!"

I grabbed his firm ass as I backed off enough to take another breath and then resumed.

He thrust gently and soon let out a guttural groan, "Oh...fuck!" he yelled as he released cumming deep in my throat. I was thrilled and backed off enough to savor the taste before swallowing. I continued to suck, wanting it all.

With a final lick, I backed off, rose, and lay back on the bed. With a sultry smile, I spread my legs and gestured to Paul with the crook of a finger to join me.

My soaked vagina glistened, labia swollen, and clit was fully engorged. Paul stood before me. His eyes lit with desire as he got on the bed and crawled up between my legs. He smiled up at me, "You have a beautiful pussy, so pink and inviting. I must have a taste."

"Oh god, yes!" I exclaimed as he lowered his head between my thighs. I shuddered as his tongue parted my folds and slithered inside me.

Paul withdrew his tongue and licked up my slit, drawing my engorged clit out into his mouth. He plunged two fingers into my hot, wet depths. It was all it took to send me over the edge.

"Fuck yes!" I yelled, and the lights went out as I released, flooding his mouth. I writhed in the throes as he hungrily lapped my nectar.

Paul crawled up and lay alongside me. My chest heaved as I caught my breath. He ran his fingers down the cleft of my breasts as they rose and fell. My nipples were hard and flushed with arousal.

He said, "I haven't paid enough attention to these beauties, they're simply perfect, so full and firm." Paul leaned over, grasping one, and tweaked the nipple. He lowered his mouth on the other, sucking it while swirling his tongue around the areola.

"Oh lord," I uttered as the sensations shot to my core. Paul switched to the other. It was too much; my womb ached to take him inside me.

I grasped his head and said, "Paul, I need you inside me, please make love to me, I want you on top.I want to look into your eyes and hold you when you cum for me."

Paul rolled on top of me. I caressed his face, drawing his mouth to mine, kissing him softly. He rubbed the crown of his cock up and down my labia, parting my slick lips. The touch of his bare cock against my pulsing pussy had me reeling. Paul was poised to enter me. He leaned down and kissed me passionately. I felt the pressure and the weight of his body on me.

"Oh, Yes!" I exclaimed as he slowly slid his cock inside me.

Paul stretched me to my limits, and the sensations overwhelmed me. A wave of pleasure coursed through my body as my pussy welcomed the intrusion. Paul slowly pulled out and then pushed in again. Fully impaled, my vagina clenched around his cock. My body shuddered as the nerves awakened, sending mini-shocks through me.

"Oh lord, you're so snug and warm," Paul said, as he began to slide in and out of me. He extended his arms, holding his upper body up so he could look down at me as he began to thrust. He thrust deeper, and I reveled in the feel of his lean, muscular body and the power it possessed. I grabbed his firm butt and wrapped my legs around his hips, encouraging him to go deeper, bucking and grinding my clit against him.

"Oh god, yes! Fuck me!" I wailed.

He began to pound me harder and faster, and my breasts bounced with each thrust. His balls and hips smacked into me with an audible slap. I started to feel an orgasm building inside.

"Oh! Fuck! You feel so good! This pussy is unreal!" Paul exclaimed.

We developed a rhythm as I writhed and bucked beneath him. My fingers raked and dug into his back. I felt the heat and pressure build. I couldn't hold back and wailed, "Oh lord I'm cumming!"

My body shuddered as the waves crashed over me. My release was intense. It felt glorious. Paul had paused deep inside me as my vagina spasmed and creamed his cock.

He leaned down and whispered, "Anne, you're so beautiful, even more so when you cum. Making love to you is the best I've ever experienced." He brought his lips to mine, and we kissed. Like our first, it was special and passionate.

"Oh, Paul, that means so much. I thought I had experienced and orgasm before but never anything like this. Make love to me, we have all night. I need to feel you cum deep inside me."

Paul replied, "Roll over, I want to take you from behind." He pulled out, his hard cock glistening with my juices. I rolled over onto my hands and knees. "Oh, what beautiful sight!" he exclaimed.

Recovered and more than ready, I wiggled my rear, presenting my ass, and said, "Don't hold back! Fuck me!"

Paul raised behind me, grabbed a handful of my thick brown hair, pulling my head up. The head of his cock parted my slick lips and slipped in easily. I pushed back in response as he began to thrust.

We were facing a mirror at the foot of the bed. I could see our reflection, and see Paul's cock moving in and out of me.

'Oh wow that's hot!' I thought, as I marveled at how erotic we looked. It was like a scene from an erotic movie. He began to pick up the pace. I watched his powerful hips begin to smack against my ass with each thrust, driving me into the bed. As much as I wanted to watch, I was struggling to keep my eyes open and focus on anything but the feeling of being taken from behind.

Paul released my hair and grabbed my shoulders, holding me in place. I lowered my head down on the bed, gripping the sheets, and pushed back, meeting his thrust. I wanted him to claim me, take me entirely, and fill me with his seed.

I heard Paul grunting and moaning loudly behind me. His breathing was ragged, and even though he was in good shape and showed amazing stamina, I could tell he was struggling to hold off from cumming.

"Feels so good!" Paul uttered as he began to thrust harder and grabbed my hips with both hands. Every thrust felt like it was more powerful than the last as he slammed into me.

The room was filled with our cries. The sheer power of each thrust seemed to transform Paul from a man into a wild beast. As he pounded me with ever more ferocity. I gripped the bed's backboard with one hand to stay in place and with the other, reached back, rubbing my clit. I could feel the heat and pressure of my impending release building quickly.

"Oh fuck, I love this pussy!" Paul groaned.

"Yes! You own it!" I yelled.

"I'm close baby, I'm close," Paul's breath grew ragged.

"Please come inside me! Please I need your cum! Fill me!" I begged. The words shocked me almost as much as my desire to have this man pulse his seed into me. The sensations building deep within were unlike any I had ever experienced before.

Paul drove himself harder. The power was too much for me, and I suddenly spilled over the edge.

"Oh, my god! Yes!" I yelled. My pussy clenched Paul's cock, and my juices flowed. My eyes rolled back as every fiber of my being succumbed to the waves that overtook me.

Paul hammered into me and, like a feral animal, let out a low growl which became more shrill. He slammed into me with one final deep thrust as the full weight of his body drove behind his gorgeous cock. His hands pressed my shoulders down into the bed. He tensed and cried out, "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!"

My pussy spasmed as I felt Paul's cock pulsing deep within me. It brought on another wave that left me writhing and mindless. Between us, we yelled out a cacophony of expletives, groans, and moans.

I had never felt anything like this as my orgasm refused to relent. My body quivered, I writhed in the throes and basked in the glow of the sheer carnality of our coupling.

We stayed coupled together as we recovered and caught our breath. Paul softened, withdrew, and we collapsed in a heap on the bed, bodies soaked in sweat, completely spent and sated. As I lay wrapped in my lover's arms, I felt the joy of being a woman and the pleasure of sharing myself fully, both emotionally and physically.

The End