Still trying to regain my balance, I nodded and followed him as we hastily retreated, retracing our steps until we were once more in the night air. The coolness was bracing, and I felt my head start to clear.
That is, until he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Breaking the rules can be pretty fun, huh?” he rasped.
He dipped his head down and kissed my neck, just under my ear. I fought to hold back a moan, unable to answer. He spun me around and kissed me deeply again, as if to make up for the time we’d just lost.
For a long, breathless moment, I luxuriated in the feel of him, his body’s warmth raising an identical reaction in mine as I flushed down to my toes with desire. He slid a hand up until he could wrap his palm around my breast. Heat pooled between my legs as he squeezed gently.
This time, a moan slipped out of me, vibrating into his mouth. Dustin rubbed my nipple through my bra, which instantly hardened. He took his mouth off of mine to kiss the base of my neck, giving me time to breathe.
This is too fast. Who moves this quickly? Does he think I’m—oh!
Dustin slid his hands inside my shirt and shoved my bra aside.
No. Not here. This isn’t right. I don’t do this kind of thing.
Dustin paused, and I realized he must have felt me pulling away. I froze, unsure of what to do next. When he withdrew his hands, I completely lost my nerve.
“You know, it’s late. I should probably go,” I said quietly, staring at the top button of his shirt. “There’s a train I can catch—probably the last one headed to my side of town.”
He slid his fingers under my chin and tilted my face up.
“Maybe you should step outside your comfort zone for a night. I mean, it’s served you pretty good so far, right?”
His voice was relaxed—almost teasing, even—but his body was tensed, muscles flexing as he held himself in place. For the first time, I realized how much he wanted me and was trying to control himself.
With that thought, a heady flush of power pulsed through me. Me, shy Samantha, had this incredibly gorgeous, sweet, funny guy trying to keep his hands off of me. What was I thinking? I couldn’t let my timidity control my life forever.
I reached out and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down and planting my lips firmly back on his. Then, I grabbed his hands and placed them around my hips. I pushed my tongue between his lips and slid my hands inside his shirt. His skin was smooth, his muscles taut under my fingertips.
In response, Dustin slid his hands inside the waistband of my pants until his palms rested against my bare ass. He thrust his body against mine, the hard length of his manhood pushing against my stomach.
After a minute or two, he broke the kiss.
“Shall we get out of here?” he rasped against my lips, chest heaving.
“My place?” I breathed.
He smiled against my lips and kissed me again. Then, he slowly peeled himself away from me, resting his forehead against mine until his breath evened out.
Dustin grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the curb. Fortunately, a cab was just turning a corner, so he hailed it.
We slid inside and I gave the cabbie my address. Then, without any shame, we started making out again. This time, we kept our hands away from each other, only allowing our lips to meet in an unspoken agreement—we were both close to losing control, and wanted to make it back to my place.
Fortunately, the cab ride took only fifteen minutes, the traffic being fairly light on the way to my side of town for once. Dustin paid the cabbie and we headed upstairs, not touching, yet only a step apart. On the third floor, I let us into my apartment.
“Well, this is my place,” I told him, gesturing around as I turned on a lamp. Books and plush pillows dominated the living room. “It’s kind of small, sorry.”
He looked around. “It’s cute. Besides…” He pulled me back against him. “That just means the bedroom is even closer.”
“Right,” I murmured as he placed his lips on mine.
Dustin wasn’t wasting any time. He pushed my jacket off and, lips still on me, started to unbutton my blouse. I found my hands were doing the same to his shirt, anxious to run themselves across his wide chest.
Seconds later, both our tops were on our floor. He gently pushed me away and I watched as he trailed his gaze over me.
“You have such perfect curves.”
My own gaze drifted across the broad expanse of his chest, a shimmering bronze under the light.
“So do you,” I breathed.
Eyes smoldering, he leaned in and fastened his lips on my neck. His teeth grazed my pulse point and a loud moan finally erupted from my throat.
Dustin chuckled and continued trailing his lips down until they closed on my nipple. The feel of the lacy material and the rasp of his tongue against my skin nearly sent me over the edge.
It had been too long, for sure.
I moved my hands over his chest until I found his nipples. I flicked them lightly, eliciting a satisfying gasp from Dustin. He yanked down my bra, then pulled his mouth off of me.
“Bed,” he gasped before kissing me again.
“There,” I managed to say as I pointed to my bedroom.
He picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Then, he walked us to my bedroom, only a few steps away. He pushed the door open, set me on my feet, and started to push my pants down.
“Where are the lights? I want to see you,” he growled.
I moved away and found the light switch; flicking it on, I turned to see him staring at me. Suddenly shy, I found my arms crossing over my chest.
Smiling, he reached up and eased my arms away.
“Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful.”
He walked me backwards until my calves hit the bed, keeping the pressure up until I was sitting. Then, he slid his hands to my panties and eased them down my legs. Before I realized it, he’d grabbed both of my thighs and spread them apart.
Startled, I instinctively moved to close them. He pressed his lips to my knees and looked me in the eye.
“Hey. No need to feel awkward.”
My thighs opened again under the gentle pressure of his lips and hands, exposing me fully to his gaze. His lips moved closer to the now wet spot between my legs, but he kept his gaze on me. I watched him, panting, unable to speak.
Just as his lips grazed my skin, he stopped.
“Fuck comfort zones,” he said with a smile.
Then, his tongue darted out and licked me.
My body lifted off the bed, trembling, desperate for release, but he held himself back until I calmed down enough to let his tongue slide against me again. This time, he slowly sucked on the pearl nestled there until his lips were fully wrapped around it.
My hands buried themselves in his curly hair, clutching tightly as he worked his magic on me.
But Dustin was only just beginning. He continued sucking and licking, pulling and flicking at the swollen nub until I was crying out, on the verge of climax. He stopped me just short once, twice…I lost count. I only knew I was awash in sensations sharper and more encompassing than anything I’d ever felt before.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he raised himself up. By the time I managed to open my eyes, he was pulling down his briefs, revealing a thick length.
Dustin pushed me further back on the bed and positioned himself between my legs. He lifted my legs, spreading them wide apart, his manhood hard and ready.
“Do you want this?” he breathed.
“Yes,” I cried, reaching for him.
Dustin needed no further encouragement. With one strong thrust, he was buried inside me.
* * *
DUSTIN
The second I saw her mostly naked, her large breasts barely hidden by her hands, I knew I had to have her. It was only with the utmost self-control that I managed to go slowly enough to ease her shyness.
Her skin tasted of apples and that sexy feminine musk. When she moane
d and bucked, I almost lost control, but I held on, sucking and licking her clit and taking her to the edge.
I drew back, over and over, enjoying her building pleasure. I slid two fingers inside to find her warm and wet.
She was ready. I was ready.
“Do you want this?” I asked.
“Yes!” she half-screamed, grabbing my hips and urging them towards her.
With that, I plunged myself inside her, a groan escaping me as her warm wetness tightened around me.
With a shudder, I moved back, intending to start slowly, but Samantha wasn’t making it easy for me. She squeezed herself around me and the sensation destroyed any last thoughts of control. I started railing her, faster, harder, matching her moans with my own.
Reining myself in for a moment, I slowed down, leaning back to admire the sheen of sweat highlighting her creamy skin.
“You like that?” I rasped, my voice choked.
A wide, seductive smile crossed her face.
“Get on your back,” she instructed, surprising me.
Even more aroused, I did as she said. She climbed atop me and slowly slid down my shaft until I was once more buried inside her.
“That feels…amazing,” I groaned.
In response, she started moving faster, sliding up and down until I was sure I was going to explode.
I held back, wanting to give her time to reach her own pleasure. Yet she was relentless, staring down at me with fire in her eyes as she rode me until I, at last, gave in. My hands grabbed her ass and I knew I was approaching my peak, thrusting up even as I urged her hips to move faster.
“That’s it…there…there!”
I groaned lowly as I came in a hot rush with her body clenched tight around mine. Samantha moaned, shuddering, and I realized her own orgasm was just beginning. I flicked my fingers over her clit, coaxing it out, enjoying the sight of her bouncing breasts as she shuddered her release.
Sensing she was finished, I moved my fingers away, and she slumped over me, spent.
“That was…incredible…” she gasped.
Still out of breath, I nodded, hoping she sensed the movement. I lifted her head up and planted a kiss on her lips. She smiled against my face and sighed, then rolled off of me. I didn’t move, my body heavy with pleasure and satiation.
Samantha might have made a mistake thinking I was her blind date, but in that moment, I was willing to bet it was one of the best mistakes she’d ever made in her life.
With that thought in my mind, I slipped off into sleep.
* * *
SAMANTHA
When I woke up the next morning, a sense of delicious soreness swept through me. My body ached in all the right places, and I stretched, thinking of the vigorous activity that had led to the feeling.
Dustin…
I sighed at the thought of him. Then, my eyes flew open. I turned my head, ready to feel upset, but to my surprise, he was still there.
He didn’t bail.
Happiness spread through me. Despite my cynicism about sleeping with a guy on the first date, Dustin hadn’t done the stereotypical ‘disappear in the night’ act on me. Maybe I hadn’t imagined all that sizzling electricity between us.
His eyes fluttered open and met mine. He smiled, the corner of his mouth lifting in a perfect arc.
And maybe, in the light of day, nothing has changed at all.
“Hey, there,” he whispered.
“Morning,” I whispered back.
He hooked a strand of my hair around his finger and tugged it lightly.
“So. Last night was…really something, huh?”
Relief flowed through me.
“I definitely felt a connection.”
He let my hair go to slide his fingers down my face. My pulse jumped.
“An immediate…connection…” he murmured.
His fingers brushed my exposed nipple. It was still sensitive from the night before, and I found myself moaning instantly. He followed up with his mouth, latching on and sucking it while kneading my other breast. He eased away and looked up at me.
“Bend over. Hands and knees.”
I obliged and he spread my legs open. A second later, I felt his fingers lightly teasing my clit, stroking me up and down from behind. Instinctively, I rubbed myself against them, increasing the delicious contact, only for him to withdraw seconds later.
Anticipation built within me, and I gasped out as he gave me what I wanted, pushing his hard length deep inside me as if it belonged there and nowhere else.
“More,” I gasped as he partially withdrew.
He obliged, thrusting inside me until he was once more buried up to the hilt.
“Like that?”
“Yes…yes…” I panted.
I met every thrust of his hips, lifting myself to meet him, relishing the feel of his thighs pressing against my ass as he slid in and out of me in a steady rhythm.
“You want more?” he asked, his voice heavy with arousal.
“Yes,” I moaned.
He suddenly withdrew and flipped me onto my back.
“I want to look at you,” he murmured.
“Me, too,” I managed.
And even though my eyes were half-closed, the sight of him holding himself above me, his muscles rippling in the morning light, made me want him even more.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close. He settled his body against me, his weight warm and welcome.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I opened my eyes just slightly to find his gaze locked on mine. It was a surprising and intimate request, but I saw no reason to say no. As crazy as it sounded, I felt closer to Dustin after knowing him for less than a day than I did with almost everyone else already in my life.
So, as he continued to move in and out of me, my eyes remained open, focused on him.
With every thrust, my pleasure increased. I knew I was close to coming, but just before I could roll over the edge, just as my walls began to pulse in frantic ecstasy, Dustin pulled away.
I keened, wordlessly asking why, and he answered with a sly grin.
“I want to taste you,” he murmured, moving down until his head was nestled between my thighs.
Without waiting for a response from me, he buried his mouth between my legs and fastened his lips around my pearl as it pulsed with need and arousal. He sucked it firmly, but not too roughly, flicking his tongue out in little flashes of fiery, wet pleasure that shot straight from my toes to my fingertips.
All awareness of my body focused inwards to the sensation of his hands cupping my thighs and his mouth steadily driving me crazy with mounting pleasure. I was sure I was moaning or screaming or both, but all I knew was a need for Dustin to keep going.
Higher and higher, my body rose, begging him for release, until all of a sudden, I reached a crescendo of pleasure that swept through me like an earthquake. My body spasmed and I locked my legs around his head, keeping it in place until the violent shaking finally eased.
Reason slowly returned, and I thought perhaps I was suffocating him. I opened my legs, spreading myself apart for him once more, only to see a satisfied smirk on his face.
“Better?” he asked.
I nodded, my voice completely gone, then closed my eyes, enjoying the last ebbs of my orgasm for a few moments before opening them again.
At the sight of Dustin’s throbbing length, still glistening with my own juices, I felt my arousal pique once again.
Remembering just how good it had felt being on top last night, I gathered the last of my strength and rolled on top of him, sliding my wet pussy up and down his shaft before taking him inside me again.
We both moaned out as I began to rock, slowly backward and forward, his muscular pelvis stimulating my clit in counterpoint to his cock within.
Sensing that neither of us would last much longer, I increased my pace, Dustin gasping and reaching up to caress my breasts.
As he lightly squeezed my nipples, I felt th
e dots connect. I cried out as a second orgasm ripped through me, Dustin’s low moan telling me that he was coming, too.
Utterly spent, I carefully moved up and off of him, smiling dazedly as I closed my eyes once again, relishing the ebbing sensations.
He’s still here, I thought happily.
My entire body buzzed with that perfect afterglow as I tried to catch my breath. As before, the sex had been amazing. Dustin was amazing. I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about the vixen I’d seemingly turned into overnight.
Or, maybe this side of me had always been present, and I’d never had any reason to look for it.
Yet with Dustin, I felt free to let go. Free to be brave.
Fuck comfort zones, like he said. So, here goes nothing…
“So, maybe later this week, we could meet up for another, uh, drink,” I finished awkwardly.
It was a pretty bad attempt at a joke, but I figured he’d catch my drift.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry. Can’t do it.”
I turned my head to look at him.
“Oh? Another hot date planned?” I teased.
He looked at me and grinned.
“You could say that. I’m actually moving to California in a few days.”
My heart stopped.
“What?” I whispered.
He turned to face me.
“I’ve always dreamed of being a stuntman in Hollywood, so I’m moving fire departments, and in my free time, I’ll look for gigs.”
Disappointment raced through me and I pushed myself into a sitting position. Images of Dustin and me holding hands and exploring the city splintered away. How could I have ever thought of having a relationship with him?
My face reddened as I realized how foolish I’d been with a complete stranger who, it turned out, had never been available to begin with.
“Why didn’t you tell me? Last night?”
“Should I have?” he asked, stretching and completely at ease.
My anger stirred.
“Yes, last night. When I asked if you would ever give up being a fireman and you said no. You lied.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m not giving it up at all. I’m just adding a whole new set of adventures to my life. Did I not make that clear?”
He abruptly rolled off the bed and stood. For the first time, the sight of his naked body didn’t stir anything in me but regret.
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