As the sun began to set over the city skyline, I found myself sitting in a dimly lit bar, nursing my drink as I waited for my date to arrive. I had met him online, and although we had chatted for weeks, this would be our first official meeting in person. I couldn’t help but feel nervous as I scanned the room, my eyes lingering on the various faces, wondering if any of them belonged to him.
Just as I was starting to lose hope, a tall, handsome man walked through the door. His dark skin gleamed in the soft light, and his confident stride immediately caught my attention. I felt a flutter of excitement in my stomach as he approached me, his smile warm and inviting.
“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he said, extending his hand towards me. I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity shoot through me at his touch.
“I’m Emily,” I replied, unable to tear my eyes away from his intense gaze. We sat down at a table in the corner, and as we talked, I found myself drawn to him more and more. His deep voice was like velvet, and his laughter was infectious.
As the night wore on, the chemistry between us grew stronger. I couldn’t help but be captivated by his charm and charisma, and before I knew it, we were lost in conversation, our words flowing easily between us. It felt as though we had known each other for years, and I found myself opening up to him in a way I had never done before.
As the bar began to empty out, Marcus suggested we take a walk outside. The night air was cool against my skin, and I shivered slightly as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. I could feel the heat of his body through his shirt, and it sent a thrill of desire coursing through me.
We walked in silence for a while, the only sound the soft shuffle of our feet on the pavement. It felt like a dream, being with him, and I never wanted it to end. Eventually, we found ourselves standing on a quiet street corner, the only light coming from the flickering street lamps above us.
I turned to face Marcus, my heart pounding in my chest. His eyes were dark and intense, and I could see the raw desire burning within them. Without a word, he leaned in and brushed his lips against mine, sending a surge of electricity through my body.
I gasped at the sensation, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair as I deepened the kiss. His tongue traced the seam of my lips, and I eagerly opened for him, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Our bodies pressed together, and I could feel the hard length of his cock straining against his pants.
Marcus broke the kiss, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “I want you, Emily,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I want to make you feel so good.”
I nodded, unable to speak as he took my hand and led me down the street to a nearby hotel. The elevator ride up to his room was a blur of anticipation, the tension between us palpable in the air. As soon as the door closed behind us, Marcus pushed me up against the wall, his hands roaming over my body as he kissed me hungrily.
I moaned into his mouth, arching my back as his fingers found their way beneath my dress, trailing hot paths over my skin. I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, and I writhed against him, desperate for more.
With a growl, Marcus lifted me up and carried me to the bed, laying me down gently before stripping off his clothes. His body was a work of art, all lean muscle and smooth skin, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the impressive bulge straining against his boxers.
He crawled on top of me, his hands roaming over my body as he kissed me deeply. I could feel the heat of his cock pressing against my thigh, and I reached down to stroke him through the fabric, feeling him grow even harder in my hand.
Marcus groaned at the touch, his hips thrusting involuntarily. “God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmured, his voice rough with desire. “I need to taste you.”
With that, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue lapping at my pussy with a hunger that left me breathless. I cried out as he flicked his tongue over my clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. His fingers delved deep inside me, stroking my walls as he sucked and licked, driving me to the brink of madness.
I bucked against his face, my hands gripping the sheets as I felt the first tendrils of my orgasm building deep within me. Marcus sensed my impending release and redoubled his efforts, his tongue flicking over my sensitive bud in a rhythm that had me teetering on the edge.
And then, with a cry of ecstasy, I came, my body convulsing as the pleasure washed over me in delicious waves. Marcus lapped up my juices eagerly, his fingers still working their magic inside me as I rode out the aftershocks.
As I came down from my high, Marcus kissed his way back up my body, his lips soft and gentle against my skin. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only served to turn me on even more. I needed him inside me, filling me up and making me whole.
I pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, my hands fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. When I finally freed his cock from its confines, I gasped at the sheer size of it. It was thick and long, with a slight curve that promised to hit all the right spots.
I positioned myself over him, sinking down slowly until he was buried to the hilt inside me. I moaned at the fullness of him, the stretch and burn of his cock sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. Marcus groaned beneath me, his hands gripping my hips as I began to move, riding him hard and fast.
The sensation was overwhelming, the feeling of him filling me up like nothing I had ever experienced before. I rocked my hips against his, the friction driving me closer and closer to the edge. Marcus thrust up into me, his movements rough and primal as he chased his own release.
I could feel the tension building in my core, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until I thought I would explode. And then, with a cry of his name on my lips, I came again, my body shuddering as the pleasure coursed through me.
Marcus followed soon after, his own release hot and sticky inside me as he spilled himself deep within my womb. We collapsed against each other, our bodies slick with sweat as we caught our breath.
As we lay there, tangled together in a mess of limbs and sheets, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. Marcus pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me in a protective embrace.
“I’ve never felt like this before,” he murmured, his voice soft and vulnerable. “I think I’m falling for you, Emily.”
I smiled, feeling tears prick at the corners of my eyes. “I think I’m falling for you too, Marcus,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to his chest. “I think I might be in love.”
And as we drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms, I knew that this was only the beginning of our story. A story of passion, desire, and love that would last a lifetime.
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