When a relationship that was once strictly sexual starts to become serious it gets a little frightening. It sneaks up out of nowhere and locks you in its grip before you even realize you’ve been stung. The first stage you go through is denial. You consistently misdiagnose your emotions about that person attributing your strong feelings and attachment to them to something trivial, never allowing the idea of you being in love to even enter into your brain. The funny thing is everyone around you can see you’ve been infected, but for some reason the inner truth still continues to elude you. Your stubbornness progressively convinces you that you’re not in love… and you’ll continue to fight it until reality eventually smacks you in the face and forces you to come to grips.
Alexis it wasn’t without heavy deliberation that I’ve come to this conclusion, I feel we’ve both been pretending for quite some time now. Seven months of liberated no strings attached casual encounters we both whole heartedly agreed to, in an attempt to preserve what little feeling we had left in our hearts from the horrible breakups we both suffered in the past. We both said we wanted to be free from relationships for a while. It was the ideal situation for us but we were unaware of how strong our emotional attachment had become over those months. ****
You laid back playing with yourself as I watched. The porno played in the back drop as you rubbed the rabbit vibrator slowly over your clit. I loved to watch you masturbate before we did it. You moaned in a low rumble as the cream dripped out of you and your eyes rolled back. You summoned me with your finger,
“Come here daddy.”
You grabbed the back of my head dominantly and made me lick you good before you would allow me to put it in. I drank you down slow putting my tongue inside causing you to tremble as I moved my lips.
“Oooooo baby right there, right fucking there. Mmm suck it, suck it,” you begged.”
You turned me into a freak over time. I’d never been exposed to so much sexual experimentation in my life. I loved to eat your pussy now, every day, anytime you asked I was on my knees draining you dry, the smell of it turned me on. Our sex was explosive. We fit each other like a tailored suit and I never wanted to stop fucking you.
You rested on my shoulder huffing and puffing after you rode me. Your body was still shaking from the hard orgasm you gushed out. You lay silently rolling my chest hairs between your fingers as your heart rate began to stabilize and your body became dead weight on top of me. I gripped your booty in my hands and held you close, basking in the euphoria of our incredible sexual chemistry. You brought out the best in me and I brought out the beast in you.
It was the middle of the day and you had come to see me before you had to pick up your sister from the airport. I think you only came because you wanted to get a little something to hold you over because you knew you weren’t going to see me all weekend.
“That was great, I don’t want to fucking move. You got me good today,” you murmured in defeat attempted to sit up on the bed.
“What time do you have to pick her up?” I asked.
“Her plane lands at 5:30. Lucky me, I get to be stuck in traffic during rush hour.”
“So what are you guys going to do tonight?”
“She wants to go to a dance club. I ‘ll probably take her to club Chrome then where ever else she wants to go.”
You were excited to see your big sister, that’s all you talked about for the whole month. I
wasn’t sure if I was going to get to meet her while she was in town but I didn’t want to be the first to bring it up. We’ve had this unspoken understanding, we didn’t ask to meet each other’s folks. We were strictly lovers and neither of us had violated the agreement up to that time.
You put on your bra and panties then squeezed back into your Capri pants getting dressed to go to the airport. Lately I found myself hating to see you go and counting the days until you return. It’s become harder and harder to deny the strange emptiness I feel when you leave. I walked you outside and kissed you goodbye unsure of the next time we would rendezvous again. You said you would call me later then you drove off to pick up your sister up from the airport.
Later that evening I hadn’t heard from you yet and I was tired of sitting around, so I called my best friend Gerald to go shoot pool and have a couple drinks at the pub. He and I met up at Blondie’s bar and rented a pool table. We began to converse about you as we shot the pockets down. I told him my dilemma and he laughed.
“Why don’t you just tell her how you feel? I’m surprised you two haven’t gotten serious yet… you talk about her a lot,” he teased.
“Do I?” I replied.
“Fuck yeah you do. Think about it, that’s the only person you’re having sex with. You’re already faithful! You mind as well lock her down officially,” he laughed.
He did make a good point. You were the only person I’d been with or even wanted to be with. Other women rarely crossed my mind, you’ve been the object of my affections this whole time and I didn’t even realize it. We continued to play and I came to the conclusion that it may be time I that I got serious and gave this thing of ours my full attention and energy. I felt we deserved that much.
I sat on the couch when I went home that evening watching television waiting for your call. I couldn’t wait to get the feelings off my chest I was anxious to see what your reaction would be. Did you feel the same way or were you even ready for another relationship? Those were the thoughts that raced through my mind. I know you’ve been hurt and taken advantage of in the past. Your last boyfriend really did a number on you and the way you talked about it sometimes made it obvious that you were still affected.
You finally texted me saying you were at the dance club and were thinking about going to the afterhours next. I wanted to see how good you looked so I asked you to send me some flicks. Moments later I received 4 or 5 party photos to look at. I was blown away at how different you looked. Your dress was tight and your heels were tall. You always looked nice but you looked more than nice this time… you looked… single.
I was perplexed as I swiped through the other pictures. There was one particular photo that bought me back to reality. You and your sister were standing shoulder to shoulder raising your drinks in the air with one hand and holding your phones in the other taking pictures. You two appeared to be dancing with a couple guys having a good ole time. They were crowded around you photo bombing. My heart rate began to increase as I looked at the picture. Jealousy and insecurity began to take a hold of me. I didn’t feel good. It hurt to see you even near someone else. You looked great and I hated it.
I must have looked at that picture at least a hundred times trying to make sense of my feelings. The very thought of you being with another man haunted me through the night and some of the following day. I needed to see you. We spoke shortly on Saturday but you had already had stuff planned for you and your sister… and again… there was no mention of introducing me to her. I didn’t let it bother me too bad I just continued to play my position until I got an opportunity to voice the emotions I was feeling about you.
I paced through the apartment drinking wine and listening to slow music that day, rehearsing a manly way that I could tell you that I was in love with you. I struggled with the idea of being on the outside looking in. I wanted you off the market. I wanted you to be only mine.
You called me the next day telling me you would be talking your sister to the airport later. I told you I wanted to see you and there were important things I wanted to talk to you about. You were concerned, asking me if everything was ok trying to pry it out of me over the phone. I assured you I was fine but you were going to have to wait to find out. Your sister’s flight was at 5:30 and you said were going to come over afterwards so that left me a few hours to turn my apartment into the Garden of Eden.
I planned a dinner for us. I wanted to make all of your favorite seafood dishes. I knew how much you loved crab cakes, crawfish and calamari. I went to the market to pick up some items. I picked up a beautiful arrangement of flowers they had at the floral shop and also some natural milk bubble bath because I had all intentions on making it a night to remember for you.
You knew I was making dinner and wanted to talk to you so you were on edge the whole time at the airport texting me complaining about how nervous you were about it. Everything was coming out perfect the seafood was succulent and the angel hair pasta was al dente. I placed the lighter to the candle wicks and spread them throughout the dining room and the rest of the house, the setting was perfect. The aroma of the food was inviting and love was in the air.
The doorbell rang and I came to let you in. As soon as I saw your face I knew I was making the right decision. I was a fool for even waiting this long I thought to myself. Before you even crossed the threshold of my door you nervously began questioning what was the matter and If everything was ok with me.
Walking down the hallway towards the surprise you immediately felt the ambience. The music played softly wrapping us both up.
“Terry why are the lights so low?” you asked nearing the living room. I held your hand in anticipation.
“Oh my Gosh Terry, Is this for me?” you beamed with gratitude looking at the set up in the living room.
“Yes it’s for you. Come sit down,” I smiled.
I led you by the hand to the dining room and pulled your chair out. Your eyes looked up at me for an explanation but it wasn’t time yet. I wanted you to enjoy the dinner I prepared first and then I would get to the explaining in good time. I poured your wine and served your food practically feeding it to you myself. You were lost and didn’t know what bought on this show of affection, but you liked it, sitting back submitting to the pampering.
We made small talk during dinner but you wanted to get to the good part. You were dying to know what was going on. I waited until we were both good and tipsy off the wine before I got the courage to start talking. I stood up from the table and walked around, pulling up the other chair next to you. I held your hand with sincerity and kissed it.
“I asked you here because over the past couple days I’ve been doing some thinking… about us. I feel embarrassed, it’s usually the woman in this position,” I laughed dropping my head.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about…tell me,” you said.
“It’s hard to put into words. I don’t want to sound jealous, insecure or clingy, nor do I feel it’s absolutely necessary to put a label on what we have. I just want to know if you feel as deeply for me as I feel for you. Alexis when you sent me those pictures of you and you sister from the club I didn’t think my heart would react the way it did. Seeing you around other guys made me a little jealous I guess… I’m not ashamed to admit it.”
You looked at me like what I said was the most adorable thing.
“Awwww. Terry no, that was nothing. Those guys were just hanging out buying my sister and I drinks and stuff because she told them she was visiting from out of town. And the guy standing behind me in the one picture was gay, he was there with his boyfriend. Believe me there was nothing going on. Babe you’re all I think about. If you only know how much I talked about you. My sister had to tell me to shut up about you at the club. I just wanted to leave and come over so you could make love to me over and over again,” you smiled.
By then I had heard enough. I wanted to feel your lips against mine. I wanted your warm breath in my mouth and my tongue against yours. I kissed you on the lips and said,
“I don’t think my heart can take it slow anymore. I don’t want to be weekend buddies. You’re the smile I want to see when I wake up and the only voice I want in my ear. I want to be the guy that is worthy enough to meet your folks, and I’m willing to do what it takes to get to that level.”
“Terry stop. Your worthy enough now baby. I lo… Terry just know I care for you a lot,” you said.
The pit of my stomach dropped out when I thought you were going to say you loved me. I didn’t continue to dig because I wanted anything you had to say to come out organically.
After we ate I led you to the bathroom and ran some warm bath water for us. I undressed you sensually, kissing your arms and shoulders as I lifted your shirt and unsnapped your bra. It seemed like a new experience for you. You laughed squeamishly while my lips pecked your naked body from head to toe. You stepped in and slowly lowered your body into the water.
“Will you get in with me?” you asking looking up at me as you waded in the bubbles.
I stripped down. You watched me take everything off.
“Here, I want to lay on you,” you said.
I got in the water then rested my back up against the bath pillow and you rested your back against my chest. You were pleased. The bubbles were neck high and the light from the candles flickered off the water achieving visual romantic success in your eyes. I reached for a chocolate covered strawberry and fed it to you.
“This is too much. You didn’t have to do all this,” you shook your head in disbelief.
I kissed the side of your ear and whispered, “I want to do this. I want to be the only man that gets the pleasure of touching you and getting to know what’s in your heart.”
“You are. I swear you are. You’re the only one I want,” you said caressing my forearm as it draped over the front of you in the water.
I washed and massaged every part of your body, generously lathering up the bath sponge making a soapy mess of the both of us. You splashed me playfully then wrapped your arms around my neck straddling me. With soap dripping down the front of your naked body you kissed and moved sexually on top of me. You rubbed the side of my beard with soap on your hands staring into my eyes.
“Terry, I want you to take me in the bedroom… and make love to me.”
My erection began throbbing pressing hard up against you anticipating
tasting your sweetness again. You stood up rinsing the remaining
bubbles off your skin and I did the same. I then followed behind you to
the bedroom where another surprise lie in wait. You gasped upon reaching
it. The bedroom was decorated with burning candles and white long stem
roses scattered about. I stepped in hugging you from behind and kissing
you on the back of your
neck. “I hope you like it. I did my best to make it romantic,” I whispered.
“I love it,” you breathed closing your eyes in my embrace.
I unwrapped you like a gift, opening your towel and gently moving my hands up your stomach. I clenched your breast as we stood in the doorway. Your nipples were rock hard begging to be sucked. I dropped my towel and you reached back with your hand gripping and lightly squeezing it to get a rise. You aggressively turned your body towards me and started licking my neck. My head rolled as your tongue dragged from my chest down to my abs. I melted in your mouth as you put me in it. You pinned me against the door frame squatted down low in front of me tasting my skin. Your thick lips looked tantalizing locked around me. I fantasized about what I wanted next.
I stood you up backing you against the bed forcing you onto it. You grinned lustfully playing into my ruff treatment of you laying back helplessly with your legs wide open. I had something in my possession I had been wanting to use on you but I was saving it for the right occasion.
I picked up the Lick Me massage oil and squirted it on my hands. You watched in interest as I rubbed it on the inside of your thighs, pussy and abdominal area. You squeezed your breast as my finger circled your throbbing clit. I began to lick off the oil starting from your ankle. You meanly looked down at me showing your teeth like a tiger directing my nasty tongue to suck the caramel oil off of your pussy.
“Mmmm that’s it baby, stick your tongue out. I want to see it. Yes,” you moaned tilting your head back with your legs suspended in the air.
I could taste you all day and drink you by the gallon. I just couldn’t get enough. I was a fiend.
“Ahh, Ahh, I’m gonna cum so fucking hard in your mouth,” you growled with authority.
I flicked my tongue honing in on the very spot that made you moan the loudest.
“Ooooo, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhh,” you belted as your love came down into my mouth. I was draining the life out of you. You tensed up squeezing and whining in lustful torment.
“Baby I want to feel you inside of me. I want to feel you,” you breathed.
I climbed on top of your naked body entering your warm walls with appreciation, quenching your fire with the first stroke. Your sweetness covered me, making it a waterslide as I pushed inside of you. I hoisted your leg onto my shoulder grinding strongly between your legs. You fucked me back challenging me to hurt you. Squeezing my glutes pulling me deeper into your moist trap.
We kissed long and hard. I sucked on your tongue tasting your spit as you groaned in repetition into my mouth. I never wanted another man to feel what I was feeling. You were mine and I was going to show you. I pulled out and twirled your leg to the side demanding you flip over. In obedience you got on your hands and knees arching your back and poking your ass out for me to admire its beauty. I kissed the cheek and squeezed it hard in my hands as fire shot through me.
My erection was massive. All the blood pumping to that one extremity giving me fierce desire towards you. You backed into me and I thrust upward causing you to gasp as I held the stroke tightly. I held your waist pulling you down on it slowly trying to establish a rhythm. You read my body language and you were taking it, letting me go slow and deep. The long meaningful thrust were making you holler out and grip the sheets in agony. The candle light flickered off your back as beads of sweat began to form.
Your shapely ass bounced taking over the rhythm. I tightened up my grip on your waist working hard so you couldn’t bounce me off. You were a beast in the bed, and nothing to be taken lightly. I rocked the headboard over and over causing you to look back at me as I fucked you. You closed your eyes. The rumbling in your moan let me know I was close. I stayed right where I was letting you glide on it smoothly as the milky cream began to appear on my shaft.
“Mmmm baby this feels so good. I Love the way you fuck me,” You cursed
I reached down and grabbed a handful of your hair pulling back sternly.
“Ahhhh, Ahhhh, Ooooohh,” your voice vibrated as you bucked faster on it.
I thumped my groin into your dripping slot making your ass bounce in my lap. I slapped it making it jiggle and that seemed to set you off. You looked back menacingly demanding that I fuck you harder as I held your hair.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me baby, ooooooo,” you screamed.
I gripped tighter and placed the other hand on the back of your neck pushing your head into the pillow. You back was curved at the perfect angle for me to wreck you the way you begged me to. I began to speed up. Every smack against your soft luscious skin caused you to speak out and breathe heavier.
“Oooo daddy get it. I want you to make me cum. I want you to feel it on your dick, fuck me.”
I surged in and out of you at a rapid pounding pace and I must have hit the geyser. You screamed,
“Ooooohhhh myyyyyyy… Ahhhhhhh. Fuck this pussy. I want to cum just like this, just like this,” you begged me.
I thrust upward holding your hair like a handle going long and hard stretching you to the point of orgasm. “Baaaaaaabbbyyy I’m cuuuuuuummmmiiing. I loooooovee youuuuuuuu,” you screamed gripping the bed sheets.
My heart fluttered. I wanted to hear you say it again. I leaned over top of you licking the sweat off your back pumping you slow.
“You love me baby huh? You love me?” I whispered in your right ear.
“Yes, yes, yes baby. Just keep fucking meeeee, I want to feel your cum.”
I kissed the side of your face and mouth animalistically, man handling your hair as you begged for my climax.
“Squeeze your ass together,” I said.
You liked the request. You squeezed it around my pulsating dick and pushed your ass back slowly. You continued to moan and talk nasty because you knew I was about to release. I clenched my teeth trying to hold it. You looked over your shoulder and said,
“Give it to me baby, don’t hold back, don’t hold back. I want you to take it out and put it all over my ass.”
The orgasm was at the tip and ready to shoot.
“Mmmmm spread it open,” I roared with lust.
“You reached back with both hands gripping it with your nails holding it open. I pulled out and started stroking myself. With lightning speed and velocity the juice unexpectedly shot down onto your back and them I took better aim covering the rest. It dripped down your pussy and onto the sheets as your backside stayed fixed in the air. Your eyes were closed and sweat rolled off your brow. Your back rose and fell from hard breathing. I reached over and grabbed the box of tissue on the dresser then began to clean you up.
“Mmmm Thank you,” you groaned lazily in exhaustion.
You collapsed down spread naked across the mattress.
“Come lay right here,” you mumbled, patting a spot next to you. “It wasn’t the sex. You know I really do love you right?” you said turning over to look at me in the eyes.
“Well..I didn’t. But I’m glad you said it first because I was very nervous, I didn’t want to embarrass myself. I was just hoping you felt the same way I did.
“Terry I’m not going to lie you seemed happy the way things were. I’ve been feeling this way about you but I didn’t want to complicate things. This was very romantic what you did! As you can see it bought out a lot of emotions in me… you had me climbing the walls,” you laughed.
“So does this mean were officially together now? Do I get to meet your people?” I smirked.
“Yes smart ass! And you could have met my sister I was just waiting for you to mention it when she was here… I guess you didn’t have the balls,” you teased.
From that day a foundation was built and our bond has remained unbroken. We haven’t been without trials but we complement each other rather well. What was once a weekend love has blossomed into a 360 full calendar affair and I am hopeful for the future.
Story Written by Lavar Amare. © 2104 Tumblr
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