He toasted the empty room and took a sip of champagne the bubbles bursting to life in his mouth. He swallowed and smiled a rueful smile, letting the taste taking him back to what…twelve, no thirteen years ago. She had been exquisite, a brunette beauty with blue eyes and a voluptuously curvy body that drove him wild.
They met at an art exhibit and spent the evening talking. He took her home with him after they both had a few too many glasses of champagne. And they sat and talked until the sun came up. They found breakfast at a little greasy spoon down the street and went back to his house. Finally, he did what he’d wanted to do since the moment he saw her. His lips found hers and her tongue found his and he led the way to his bedroom.
He undressed her slowly, watching her face in the mirror, seeing her blush and then watching her try to hide herself in the mirror. “Why are you hiding from me, Gorgeous? I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I saw you at the gallery last night.” She shivered and uncovered herself and looked at his face where she could see desire etched there. It freed her, gave her confidence she didn’t know she had and ever so boldly, she kissed him her arms twining about his neck. Before long they were both nude and he never got an answer to his question but he did not care. Exploring the hills and valleys of her body with his hands and then his mouth left him breathless and needy.
She wriggled at his touch and let herself get lost in it. She’d never known someone could want her like he did, would touch her and taste her like he did. His lips found hers once more and his busy hands roamed her body, stopping to tug at her nipples until she moaned for him. He lowered his lips to suck and nibble at her, alternating between each nipple, leaving her gasping and breathless at the same time. Her hips lifted of the own according and she could feel him, how hard he was and she marveled that it was for her. No man had ever wanted her the way he seemed to. It inflamed her and she could feel her wetness gathering. She wanted him to taste her and fuck her and to be his.
Burning kisses trailed down her body and she sighed at them, her hands reaching out to touch him even as he pulled away from her to kiss her inner thighs. He looked up at her and she nodded an assent, spreading her legs further for him. And he feasted upon her, lapping at her wet pussy, sucking her clit, his hands in a death grip on her ample thighs. She bucked her hips up and he pressed his face into her harder, licking her and sliding his tongue in and out of her pussy as she rode his face to an orgasm; her first in many years. He slid back up her body and they shared a kiss, sharing the taste of her juices and she fairly purred at the taste of herself. She wanted nothing more than to return the favor and suck his cock, but he looked down at her, that desire increased and whispered, “I can’t wait anymore. I need you.” “Then take me.”
He pulled her up and they flipped positions so he could fuck her from behind, his hands on her hips or fisted into her dark hair and just holding onto her. She wiggled her delightful ass at him and he smacked it, leaving a hand print. She giggled and reached beneath her, guiding his cock to her. She took all of him in and squirmed against his body before he began to fuck her in earnest. She’d have bruises the next day from where he had grabbed her roughly or bit a little too hard, but she didn’t care. Just for today she was going to let herself be loved this way. They fucked hard and fast, no time for either of them to wait as, without warning, they came together hard and fast. Their coupling had been intense, the most intense for either one of them and they curled up together in bed, sweaty and messy, with the smell of sex hanging in the air. They both dozed in the late morning sunlight and finally she woke she find him deeply asleep. Slipping from his arms, she dressed and vanished into the sunlight shining through the front door. Hours later he woke and she was gone, no note, nothing. He spent weeks trying to find her, hoping to run across her again at every art exhibit he went to, but it seemed she was just gone. And he took another sip of champagne, letting the bubbles keep the reminder of his buxom beauty alive.
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