Friends with Benefits

I was nervous. My heart pounded against the thin fabric of my sweater as I sat in my living room, waiting. It was eight-thirty in the evening, and I knew he couldn't be far away by now. I quickly shot back a gulp of whiskey to calm myself, cringing at the bitter taste of gasoline that ensued. The familiar beep of my cell phone turned my attention to the green flashing indicator. It was him.

The chat bubble simply read "I'm here."

My stomach fell to the floor. I slid into my flip-flops and walked down to greet my guest, inching between shadows.

Following a dark, winding path to the parking lot, I almost felt scared. The marshy swampland that surrounded me was full of groans and howls at that time of night. I slowed my pace when the shadows started shifting in front of me. Then, out of the bellowing stillness that entrapped me, there he was, grinning from ear-to-ear.

So much taller than I remembered, the massive figure wrapped his thick arm muscles around me, pressing the entirety of my body directly against his, part for part. I buried my head deep into his chest, breathing in the woodsy scent of pure testosterone. He sighed, picked me up in true heroic motion, and carried me into my condominium.

...

It started off innocent enough. We sat close on my sofa, discussing the stress weighing heavily on his mind. I looked at the draping fabric of his tshirt as it gently outlined a contour in his sculpted chest. He was an athlete, made of pure muscle, all man. He must have caught me staring, because before I could even look up, his hands were trailing up the smooth skin of my thigh, up the groove of my hip, trailing in between my breasts, and finally cupping my neck between his large hands gently. He forced my eyes to meet his.

"What are you staring at?" he asked with a sly grin, before diving into a smooth kiss, tongue first.

I sighed out loud as I continued to indulge in his tantalizing kisses. Before long I was straddling him on the sofa, his tongue tracing the soft lines of my neck up and down. I whimpered slightly when I reached down and felt his rock hard member throbbing beneath me. I could feel his smile under my lips. Still smiling, he slid a hand into each pant leg, cradling my pert cheeks in his strong hands, and lifted me up. I strained for a moment, not used to such strength from a man.

With his deep, soothing voice he whispered into my ear, "I'm not going to drop you. I'd never hurt you."

...

I landed on the bed softly, with him unzipping my sweater in one soft movement. He ran his hand down the entirety of my body, while working the snap of my pants with the other hand. As he slid the white pants off my legs slowly, I tugged at the thin cotton of his tshirt, pulling the barrier off of his head.

The darkness of the room hindered my view, but make no mistake, each well-defined muscle glowed in the dim moonlight shining through her window. I must have smiled or remained lost in his abs, but he suddenly got shy for a moment. I began kissing his neck, running my nails across each pectoral muscle. He was perfect.

I reached around and unfastened my bra, tossing the clothing to the floor. I was completely nude and a bit of light trailing in from the kitchen was making me self-conscious in the presence of the perfect male form. He caught on quickly and slammed the door shut. Everything he did was so full of energy-even closing the door.

When he climbed back on top of me, his dick was poking at my inner thighs. I reached down to stroke it, but he was so tall, holding me down with his lips and tongue. He smiled through a kiss and started kissing his way down my stomach to engulf my pussy with his tongue.

Mike's tongue was soft and gentle, lapping at my clit while I writhed in the bed. Up until now he had been aggressive, assertive; but now, while holding my knees down with each hand, he enveloped me with passionate licks that hit me in gentle waves of pleasure. I moaned softly, enjoying every flick of his perfect tongue. Within moments, I was gripping clumps of tangled sheets with each fist, embracing the cascading orgasm that was upon me.

Catching my breath, I could not stand the anticipation any longer. I wanted him inside of me. I pulled at his arms and he stealthily inched towards me; I wrapped his tongue with mine, and, as if it were the most natural thing there ever was, his throbbing cock glided right into my moistened pussy.

...

His eyes remained locked on mine. He wanted to see my face as I took all of him in. Truth is, with every inch, I felt a twinge of pain. I had never been with a man his size. As he settled inside of me, he lowered himself onto his elbows, brushing the hair away from my face.

"I'm not going to be able to get enough of you." He whispered as he kissed me tenderly.