I… I really like you.
I know it’s quick, and that the feelings are rushing through the both of us quite rapidly, but honestly, I can’t think about anyone else.
And I don’t think you can help yourself, either.
It started that afternoon when our friends introduced us, the sun was beaming high above us, and you were wearing close to nothing.
I couldn’t help but stare at you, my eyes studying your every movement through the day and evening, wondering when I could make you mine.
You see, I knew you would be mine from the very moment I saw you.
How could I not, with the way that you are when you’re laughing, when the whole world spins around you constantly, like when you move, everything around you moves along with you?
We got closer over the few weeks after we were introduced, and I knew you felt the same for me as I felt for you.
We danced, and laughed, and lived. And enjoyed every second we were together.
You were part of every single one of my thoughts, and I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else.
You were shy though, so incredibly shy, and I wanted you to take your time to give your all to me.
Tonight, we planned to finally go on our first date, and my heart pounded faster than it had ever done before.
I arrived at your doorstep to watch you step out in that beautiful summer dress, like it was made for your body. You spun around and giggled as I watched, completely mesmerized.
We chatted throughout the night, simple conversations that always flowed so easily between us.
The waiter loved us so much he gave us an extra slice of cake at the end, and we shared it between us, neither of us willing to give up more than fifty percent of our share.
It was absolutely perfect.
I was so nervous about the night finally ending, dreading the moment I would drop you to your door, and you would say goodbye to me, completely and utterly unaware of my infatuation for you, my obsession with you. You would say goodnight, and I would have to leave disgruntled, waiting for our next moment together.
My fears were for naught though, you pulled me into your apartment, showing me your home for the very first time.
I stared like a child in a candy shop, eager to learn more about you, to soak in your personality through the way you decorated your own home.
You sat cross legged on the sofa, waiting for me to finally turn my attention to you.
You put on a show on Netflix, but neither of us were paying attention.
We played with each other’s hair as we chatted, leaning our bodies against one another as we continued our many unfinished conversations.
My fingers stroked against your thigh, and when you didn’t complain, I moved higher and higher, exploring your body the way I’ve wanted to since the moment we first met.
Our lips brushed against each other’s. Soft and inviting, exploring for the first time.
I pushed in deeper, and you opened your mouth for me, letting me in. Our tongues swirled against each other, and my body reacted immediately, craving you, needing you.
You moaned against my lips and leaned back onto the couch, letting me move between your legs.
I kissed and sucked down your neck, pushing your thin dress aside to have access to your lacey black bra.
How absolutely perfect.
You let me have my way with you, suckling and nibbling on your soft skin as you pulled on my hair, moaning and grinding against me.
I couldn’t help but accept your invitation. I hadn’t realized until now you craved me just as much as I craved you, and when you told me to go faster, that you didn’t want to wait any longer, I had to comply.
We could be slow next time.
You pulled my shirt off my back in a simple quick motion, and I did the same to your dress.
Our lips pressed against each other again as our skin did, the heat between us palpable.
You ground your hips against me again, a silent request for me to continue.
I tugged my pants down, and our bodies pressed together, both of us completely breathless.
“I want you inside me. Now.” You said, and I stared at you, trying to hide the shock in my face.
“You’re desperate for me, aren’t you?” I replied, grinning slightly.
“You’re such a tease. C’mon. I can feel how hard you are against me.” You pushed into me harder than before, and I couldn’t help but moan out loud. Your wetness felt too damned good, even with your panties still on.
I hooked my fingers around them and pulled them off, groaning as I studied your naked body for the first time.
Your glistening cunt was so ready for me, so inviting.
You looked up at me with innocent eyes, completely glazed from the lust deep inside you.
I pulled my boxers off and leaned back on top of you, wanting to feel every single inch of your skin.
Our lips met again, and I thrusted into you without you realizing, making you cry out in shock.
It was so easy to slip in, with you wet and ready for me like that.
You wrapped your legs around me, pulling me in tightly as I thrusted over and over again, making you moan with every thrust.
God, you felt so tight and ready for me. You took in every inch of me like you needed it, and the desperation in your eyes almost put me over the edge.
I was completely and utterly addicted to you.
And when we came together, with my hands flicking against your clit in rhythm to my thrusting, my name escaped from your throat as you dug into me with your nails, the pleasure completely overriding your senses.
I could do this over, and over, and over again.