one hand still on my robe and his eyes penetrating me. I was transfixed and unable to tie it shut, again. His face was unreadable, serious, as he looked at me, his long hair, damp and flowing. It was obvious he'd walked to my apartment in the night-time drizzle. He leaned into me and kissed the flesh between my breasts. I felt his hot breath as slowly he began to kiss his way upwards to my neck. He had hold of my face with his free hand and the other slowly wrapped behind my back and began pulling me tighter against him. I surrendered, wrapping my arms around his neck.
By now he was cradling my face in both hands and I felt his mouth moving to the shell of my ear. "I had to see you, Mary," he whispered, as his lips found mine. I melted into him, our tongues exploring each other.
Wanting more, my body arched into his as our kiss became more intense and erotic. I wanted this man and I didn't care what rules I might have set down earlier.
When we broke free to catch our breath, we stood face to face, our foreheads touching, eyes boring through to the other's soul.
"Mary, I am so tired."
Staring at him, I knew I was so screwed; but something about his demeanor told me he was not playing with me. "That’s not fair, Daniel."
"I know, but please, Mary…"
He placed those gorgeous, luscious lips of his back on mine. I heard myself groan as the dance began. His hands found their way to my shoulders and guided the robe over them, letting it fall to the ground. His hands reached for my hips and he lifted me to his waist. I wrapped my legs around him.
I noted the bag still on the entry floor. "If there's a box of condoms in that bag…"
He leaned his head back and laughed before walking, with my legs still wrapped around him, down the hall toward my bedroom. "No, it's something special for someone very special to me."
Yep, I was so screwed!
He deposited me onto the bed, pulling the covers over me as he stood in front of me and began to undress, slowly, my eyes never leaving his. Even in the darkness of the bedroom, there was enough light coming in from outside to see just how beautiful he really was.
Crawling in beside me, he leaned over, consuming me in another kiss. His hands roamed my body, but never touching where it screamed for him.
Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and began removing those massive metal rings off his hands. As he did, I noticed a tattoo encircling his bicep on the arm closest to me. I reached up and put my hand on it as he slid the last ring off his fingers and carefully placed it on the bedside table.
"I don't want to hurt you with these," he whispered before engulfing me with his body once again. I felt his erection against my belly. I spread my legs wanting more. He shifted himself next to me, his fingers exploring, slowly and methodically. His mouth took a nipple, sucking, biting. I caught myself moaning at the heat from it.
Opening my eyes, I felt his fingers dip further down and begin to explore my folds. He slid two fingers inside of me, his thumb working my hardened nub.
"God, Mary, you're so wet. Let me help you, angel."
My body began moving against his hand until I could no longer hold back.
"Daniel…"
"That's right, angel, cum for me." Which was exactly what I did, his cock rubbing against my thigh.
He gathered me in his arms and lay me close to him. My face burned where his beard had rubbed against me in our passion.
"Daniel?" I asked.
"Hmmm, what is it, angel mine. You know that's what you are don't you?"
"Don't you want…?"
"To make love to you? Of course I do, Mary, more than anything else in the world. Right now, though, what I really want is for you to hold me. You soothe me; calm me from all the madness in my life."
We fell asleep, still holding each other. It was early morning when I heard him stir. The next thing I knew he was getting out of the bed, but I drifted back to sleep.
"Mary, sweet, wake up. I've got to go. I play in Liverpool,
By now he was cradling my face in both hands and I felt his mouth moving to the shell of my ear. "I had to see you, Mary," he whispered, as his lips found mine. I melted into him, our tongues exploring each other.
Wanting more, my body arched into his as our kiss became more intense and erotic. I wanted this man and I didn't care what rules I might have set down earlier.
When we broke free to catch our breath, we stood face to face, our foreheads touching, eyes boring through to the other's soul.
"Mary, I am so tired."
Staring at him, I knew I was so screwed; but something about his demeanor told me he was not playing with me. "That’s not fair, Daniel."
"I know, but please, Mary…"
He placed those gorgeous, luscious lips of his back on mine. I heard myself groan as the dance began. His hands found their way to my shoulders and guided the robe over them, letting it fall to the ground. His hands reached for my hips and he lifted me to his waist. I wrapped my legs around him.
I noted the bag still on the entry floor. "If there's a box of condoms in that bag…"
He leaned his head back and laughed before walking, with my legs still wrapped around him, down the hall toward my bedroom. "No, it's something special for someone very special to me."
Yep, I was so screwed!
He deposited me onto the bed, pulling the covers over me as he stood in front of me and began to undress, slowly, my eyes never leaving his. Even in the darkness of the bedroom, there was enough light coming in from outside to see just how beautiful he really was.
Crawling in beside me, he leaned over, consuming me in another kiss. His hands roamed my body, but never touching where it screamed for him.
Sitting up, he swung his legs over the side of the bed and began removing those massive metal rings off his hands. As he did, I noticed a tattoo encircling his bicep on the arm closest to me. I reached up and put my hand on it as he slid the last ring off his fingers and carefully placed it on the bedside table.
"I don't want to hurt you with these," he whispered before engulfing me with his body once again. I felt his erection against my belly. I spread my legs wanting more. He shifted himself next to me, his fingers exploring, slowly and methodically. His mouth took a nipple, sucking, biting. I caught myself moaning at the heat from it.
Opening my eyes, I felt his fingers dip further down and begin to explore my folds. He slid two fingers inside of me, his thumb working my hardened nub.
"God, Mary, you're so wet. Let me help you, angel."
My body began moving against his hand until I could no longer hold back.
"Daniel…"
"That's right, angel, cum for me." Which was exactly what I did, his cock rubbing against my thigh.
He gathered me in his arms and lay me close to him. My face burned where his beard had rubbed against me in our passion.
"Daniel?" I asked.
"Hmmm, what is it, angel mine. You know that's what you are don't you?"
"Don't you want…?"
"To make love to you? Of course I do, Mary, more than anything else in the world. Right now, though, what I really want is for you to hold me. You soothe me; calm me from all the madness in my life."
We fell asleep, still holding each other. It was early morning when I heard him stir. The next thing I knew he was getting out of the bed, but I drifted back to sleep.
"Mary, sweet, wake up. I've got to go. I play in Liverpool,
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