It's a Date

by Jess Epps

  That's when I notice it.

  The hard, pulsing shaft constrained in his jeans. His lengthy penis presses against me as he lowers his hips to mine. He's so incredibly hard for me. Just for me. I did this to him.

  My breath comes out in a rush. I want him to touch me so badly. I want him everywhere. He starts kissing down my neck and I can't take it. His descent is slow, but I know where he wants to go. “Where do you want my tongue, Heather?”

  The couch dips when he moves lower, playing with the hem of my leggings, which are too high up my stomach. His fingers run under the hem and my body jolts violently. "Please..." I hear myself say almost in a moan. He ducks his head down as his hands push my blouse up. I'm about to hyperventilate as his lips drop to my stomach. He’s reveling in playing with me. My hips rock as I push his hand up under my shirt. I almost don't recognize my own voice: it's so erotic. "Touch me, Noah," I plead.

  “Tell me where.”

  Without looking, he moves my blouse up and off of my body, not waiting for my answer. I pull on it and anxiously get my hands out of the sleeves before throwing it onto the floor. He’s kissing my hips while he looks up at me. I’m fumbling to get my bra off: my nipples are painfully hard and tender, waiting for his touch. His eyes travel up to my breasts when I finally rid them of my bra.

  I'm winded again when his tongue darts out and licks around my navel. My stomach clenches. Agonizingly slowly, he traces his tongue all the way up to my breasts, to my tender nipple and…oh! His hot breath surrounds my left nipple as he takes it into his mouth. He’s deftly sucking and nipping and I’m gasping. He moves to my right nipple and pays as much attention to it as he did my left, before kissing back down to my hips. He growls in approval as his fingers edge my leggings down, revealing my black lace cheeksters. I'm so frenzied I just want to push them down for him.

  I’m suddenly grateful that I treated myself to a Brazilian strip wax for Christmas.

  I've never wanted someone like I want him to enrapture me right now. There's another moan. How long is this sex scene? Surprised, I realize it came from me, not the television.

  Once he manages to get my leggings off, he lifts his body to study me. I’m lying on my back and eyeing him. I tense up when I feel his fingertips graze my stomach with the lightest of touches. Licking my lips, I watch this beautiful man lean down and angle his head. My eyes flicker from his parted lips and back to his eyes in the dim light. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I wish he'd just put me out of my misery, kiss me like he does—like it’s the first time, every time. He's gliding the backs of his knuckles over the bare skin around my navel and I’m writhing with anticipation.

  My breath catches when I feel him slip his fingers under my panties, teasing my hips with the tip of his finger. What is he doing to me? I'll beg if he wants me to. I'll do anything he asks. Chewing on my cheek nervously, I'm startled when his deep, raspy voice invades my dirty thoughts.

  "Are you okay?" He breathes into my ear.

  I nod anxiously and he starts kissing down my stomach toward my sex. He feels like a thunderstorm rolling over my body, electrifying every inch of me. Luscious lips glide across my skin, leaving thunderous quakes behind as he moves to kiss his next desired spot.

  I’m trembling with need as he works my body over with only his lips, bringing me to the verge of pleasure again and again. How is he not affected by this? I'm a trembling mess and he's so composed. Suddenly, he stops and kneels up. It seems to happen in slow motion, the way he grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head. I try not to stare as he lays it over the back of the couch. My eyes roam across his perfectly sculpted chest and my mouth goes dry.

  He's got the sexiest nipples I have ever seen on a man…and he is all man. Before he's able to move back down to me, I look farther down. Oh. My. God. The front of his jeans are tented, and I'm staring in amazement. I have no way to describe what I’m seeing other than...massive.

  Oh yes...he's very much affected.

  As he leans down to place his lips against mine, I hear and feel the rumble at the back of his throat. The storm continues to brew as he teases me. He isn't touching me there, but he's oh so close.

  He kneels up and pulls my cheeksters down my legs. He removes one of my legs from my lace panties, but not the other, leaving them at my ankle like an ankle bracelet. His mouth is on me, sucking and nipping on my toes, moving to the arch of my foot. He takes a deep breath, breathing in the scent from my panties before kissing and licking back up my calf to my thigh where he sinks his teeth in. I gasp at the much welcomed intrusion, when his voice fills the room.

  “I can smell how turned on you are and it makes my cock throb, Heather.” He settles himself between my legs, spreading them wider apart. Then he’s there, touching my now wet folds, caressing me in ways that make my body break out in goose bumps.

  His raspy voice rips through the silence as his index finger runs down the only strip of hair on me. “I like this.”

  I writhe underneath him, wanting him to give me some sort of relief. He seems to read my mind as he gradually pushes his middle finger up and into me. He pulls it out then repeats the action, moving even slower the second time around.

  I’m about to catch fire. Ignite under his electrifying touch.

  He’s watching his finger disappear inside of me when his warm tongue brushes against my clitoris, paralyzing me. An almost inaudible whimper escapes me as my eyes flitter shut. I can’t stand to watch him relish me. His tongue works my clitoris, flicking, circling, and then he sucks on me. I’m unable to hold it in anymore when he growls and snaps his tongue back and forth as he adds a second finger inside of me.

  Pointing my toes as my body stiffens, an outpouring of pure, raw ardor takes over my body.

  A soul-shattering orgasm rips through my being.

  Pure ecstasy courses through my veins.

  He’s making me come like a freight train.

  My body thrashes underneath him, but his mouth stays on me as if he wants everything I have and more. He’s running his tongue over my folds again before I even have time to recover.

  “Noah...” I whimper. My breasts feel heavy and full.

  He cockily flicks his tongue against my folds before answering, "Yes, ballerina?"

  “I…” Words fail me.

  “That good, huh?” he questions in a low, sexy voice.

  Looking down my body at him, I can see his lips glistening with my arousal and suddenly I'm ready again. I can't believe he's still half dressed. Does he not want me? I'm starting to feel self-conscious. My voice is soft but I still sound needy. "Say something."

  “You’re fucking beautiful, ballerina.” He kisses his way up my body, kissing each of my breasts on his way up to my lips. He locks his lips with mine so I can taste myself, only pulling away after our tongues desperately sought and found each other. “You taste unbelievable.”

  All of a sudden the TV goes black from being stagnant for too long; I can barely see the outline of his jaw anymore so I move my hand up and cup his cheek. Feeling a little braver in the dark, I tell him, “I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that before.”

  He takes my mouth again and groans. "Would you like another?" he asks, biting my lip seductively and his right hand moves to cup my breast.

  Smiling against his lips, I shake my head. “It’s your turn, Greek god.” I reach out and caress his chest with my fingers, touching his bare skin for the first time. I slide my hands down his abs to the sexy V that leads down to his hard bulge.

  "I'm not sure you can handle this."

  He’s so cocky and I love it. My fingers run along his waistband and he sits up quickly. I can barely see his arms moving, yet I can't mistake the sound of a zipper being pulled down. I can't wait to have him in my mouth.

  I hear his jeans drop to the floor; I’m not sure if he’s naked or not, but I move toward him. He cups my face and kisses me hard before letting go.

  “Enjoy yourself, ballerina. I know I wi
ll, with that beautiful mouth of yours.”

  His tongue flashes across my bottom lip and I’m dying to know what he tastes like. Biting the inside of my cheek, I kneel between his legs. His calves are toned, muscular, and covered in a light dusting of hair. I don’t hesitate to lean forward, kissing down his jaw, my hands caressing his tight pecs and down his well-defined abs. Dropping lower, my breasts brush against his erection and I can't take it anymore. I kneel down on the plush rug, positioning my body between his hard thighs as I reach up for his cock and…oh.

  Oh… he’s…

  Enormous. Heavy. Thick.

  I can feel the veins that run to the head of his cock. He’s already pulsing. My mouth is watering. From just my touch, I can tell that he’s impeccably manscaped.

  I slowly move my hand down his extensive shaft to his balls, cupping them with one hand while I grasp his shaft with the other. I graze my lips against it as I move my hand up and down exceptionally slowly. I flick the frenulum with the tip of my tongue and he grunts noisily. I’m getting wet from the sounds he’s making and I love how sensitive he is there. I circle the head of his penis with my lips, and my jaw feels strained…but I want more of him. I start taking his heavy shaft into my mouth, one inch at a time.

  I start pumping my fist up and down as my lips meet my fist, setting a steady rhythm for my mouth and hand. He’s getting so worked up, I get a taste of his sea-salty pre-come and I moan against his shaft, sending vibrations all the way down to his balls, knowing the sensation will bring him to his knees.

  I can't take him all the way into my mouth—I don't know what woman could. He's more than three of my hands fisted in length but his thickness is what I can't get over. I've never seen or felt anything like it before. Suddenly I’m caught daydreaming about how much come he'll give me and I'm so wet right now. Pulling him from my mouth, I start kissing and sucking on the base of his shaft…running my tongue all the way up to the tip, following his thick veins…gently, I graze my teeth against the head.

  This time when I take him into my mouth, I circle my lips around his head and gently bite down as I lightly scrape my nails down his thick thighs.

  “OH SHIT!” he cries out.

  I hum as I take what I can of his shaft into my mouth again; his entire penis is wet from my mouth and his pre-come. Inspired by my lust for him, I want to give him an experience he’ll never forget. Situating myself so I’m able to take him a little deeper, my lips move up and down his length. Our body temperatures are rapidly rising as I tighten the grip of my mouth around him, attempting to hollow out my cheeks, but he’s just so big!

  The erotic sounds of arousal that are coming from his lips make me moan in return. We share his pleasure—he wants me to enjoy this too. I let go of his balls and search for his hand; he tries to lace his fingers with mine, but I decide on something I know will make him go wild.

  I stop sucking and pumping him long enough to say, “Show me how fast you want it.” Taking him back into my mouth, I place his hand on the back of my head.

  His fingers tangle with my hair, gripping onto strands as he grunts and starts to show me how he likes it. He gently pushes on the top of my head until I’m following his rhythm. I’m giving him a devilish look, not caring if he can see me or not. The sensual connection between us tells me that he knows exactly what I want.

  I can hear him gritting his teeth as he hisses out, “I’m going to come in your dirty little mouth…stop now…if you don’t want it.”

  The moan that escapes me is his final undoing. Circling my hand around his heavy balls, I lightly tug at this highly sensitive part of his body.

  I want him...all of him...and he gives it to me. His fingers clench in my hair and his hips jerk. He starts coming violently and his thighs clench. I'm swallowing everything I can, yet I feel his come seep from my lips. His cock twitches again and it sends another surge of heat down my throat.

  The pure satisfaction I get from pleasuring him gives me such a high. I swallow everything, licking my lips as I kneel back.

  “Damn, Heather.” He’s breathless. “That…might have been the best head I have ever had.”

  A blush makes my cheeks rosy, but I can’t help it. This Greek god is so much man…I want him again. He pulls me up and kisses me softly—as if he’s saying thank you without muttering the words.

  Heather

  HIS STRONG, ATHLETIC body lies sated on the couch as I put my bra back on. We’ve completely worn each other out and I don’t think we could manage another world-shattering orgasm. I hear him get up and pull on an article of clothing and find myself hoping that it’s not anything below the waist. I want to see the monster I was sucking on.

  I hear a click and the lamp bathes the living room in a soft light. He’s wearing black boxer briefs that sit low on his hips, and all I can see is that immense bulge.

  “Come here,” he utters.

  I get up and take my panties off of my ankle then walk over to where he’s standing. He cups my face with one hand, and I lean into his touch as he inspects me.

  “Are you okay?” he asks with genuine concern.

  All I can do is nod because I’m more than okay. “I need to go clean up,” I say in a whisper.

  His smile makes my stomach clench. He leans down and kisses me briefly. “The bathroom is through my bedroom.” He’s pointing to one of the few doors in the apartment. I move away from him and start walking over, but stop when he pats my ass.

  “So you are an ass man,” I say coyly.

  “Possibly. I’ve never been one before, but with your perfect little ass…how can I not be?”

  I shrug innocently and walk into his bedroom. I shut my eyes and inhale his scent. He always smells so good. There’s not much in the room other than a king-sized bed, the two lamps, one on each nightstand, which light up the room, and a huge black and white painting of the scales of justice hung above his bed. It looks like an extension of his headboard. It must be one of a kind, and unquestionably impressive. The scales are an afterthought in the painting. They are so faded in the background that someone who doesn’t appreciate art wouldn’t notice them.

  Across the bedroom from me is his dark wooden desk, piled high with law books and notebooks. I must say, I’m liking how studious he is. I walk into his bathroom and shut the door.

  After I clean up and feel refreshed, I put my panties on and wash my hands. I’m eyeing the cologne bottle he’s left on the countertop. I make a mental note of the name, which I know I’m going to forget. Crap!

  Cracking the bathroom door open, I call out, “Noah? Would you mind bringing me my purse, please?” Moments later there’s a knock on the bathroom door. I open it just enough to get my purse in then shut it. “Thank you.”

  “No problem. I’m opening a beer—do you want one?”

  “Oh yes, please.”

  I’m digging in my purse for something…anything…when I come across an old perfume strip from the Phoenix mall. I squeal excitedly as I grab a pen from the bottom of my Burberry tote. I think this perfume test strip is from something I sampled when I was buying this very outfit.

  I quickly write down the name on his cologne bottle on the thin white strip then spray the cologne on it a few times before putting the test strip in a safe pocket in my purse. I want to remember him, to remember how he smells. There’s an ache in my chest, and I’m not entirely sure why, but no man has ever made me feel so alive before.

  After composing myself, I walk out in just my lace bra and cheeksters to the living room, where he’s waiting for me on the couch in just those sexy, tight boxer briefs.

  “Thanks for letting me use your bathroom.”

  He winks and holds up a beer bottle. “Not a problem.” Taking the beer from him, I look around for my leggings and blouse, but I don’t see them. “Where..?”

  “Yeah, you won’t find them. We’re staying just like this. Exposed.”

  Biting the inside of my cheek, I nod and sit down next to him. “Fine by m
e. Did you enjoy yourself?” I ask quickly before taking a sip of my beer, trying to block the blush that appears. My libido is in overdrive.

  He nods and adjusts his hefty, substantial, abundant, pulsing cock.

  “You’re okay with just oral?” Oh my. My questions are getting rather particular.

  “I am. Are you?” he questions with a cocked eyebrow.

  I shrug. “I am…for now.”

  “Are we going back to the interrogation room?”

  “Why not? Is it bad that I want to know how many women have been lucky enough to have you?”

  He takes a long drink from his beer, like he’s purposely postponing his answer, or completely avoiding the question.

  “That many, huh?”

  When he doesn’t respond beyond shaking his head as he carefully puts the empty beer bottle down, I try again. “Noah? You have before? You know…right?”

  The sexiest smile forms on his face and I even want to lick his teeth. He leisurely shakes his head no. There's something there, behind that confident smile...embarrassment maybe? I can't even believe what he's saying to me. I pick my jaw up off the floor and attempt to talk.

  “Shut up!” I say disbelievingly. "N-Never?" I stutter.

  He says nothing.

  "Why not?" I blurt out before my filter catches it.

  He cocks his head to the side with that panty-dropping smile and I can tell he doesn't want to say why. Quickly, I add, "I mean...that's..." And my words fall off there.

  What in hell do you say when the most gorgeous man you've ever laid eyes on tells you that he's never slept with anyone? I'm suddenly the one embarrassed and I feel my cheeks flush. If he calls me out on it, I'm blaming all the alcohol.

  “I’d rather not force myself onto…” He pauses, “…into a woman. I’d need to warm her up first and every woman I’ve tried with can’t take much more than the foreplay, never mind my cock. I’d give you more details, but I doubt you’d want to hear them.”

  I take another drink and it's well needed. I peek back up at him through my lashes and he's already staring at me.