Pick Up

Cursing beneath his breath he grabbed me around the waist and locked me tight against his chest, uncaring that I could feel the branding heat of his erection nestled between my buttocks. "We're leaving now," he growled into my neck.

I didn't fight, I just followed quietly. I wanted this man. I wanted to touch him and kiss him anywhere and everywhere and I wanted to do it now. He led me to his SUV and opened the door for me. I hesitated and looked over to him. Although his smile was genuine he was visibly impatient, the carnal cravings burning through his eyes. I submissively lowered mine.

"Get in. I'm taking you to my place." He lingered, letting me make the decision for myself. I ran through the dangerous thoughts in my head and decided to trust my instinct and got in. I waited for him to take his place behind the wheel. The drive was surprisingly quiet and the erotic tension was tangible. He took my hand in his and in an exceptionally tender gesture, kissed my fingers. I studied his face as he drove, memorizing every line and detail. This man stirred me, and something in my heart ached for more.

His place was nice and tidy, masculine, with a touch of style and it smelled clean. It was sparsely furnished with huge over stuffed couch, a leather king chair with ottoman and aside from a very expensive fake tree the rest was usual bachelor pad necessities, including a wide screen TV mounted to the wall. I couldn't help but wonder if he always kept it this way or if he had intended on company this evening. He threw his keys on the coffee table and led me straight to his bedroom.

His bedroom smelled of him. Lived in and warm. His bed was inviting, sheets and blanket thrown about it. And it was right beside a mirrored closet door. My mind raced with the possible visions I might see reflected tonight. How erotic it would be to watch him touching me and laying on top of me and thrusting into me...

"Oh my God! I love this bed." I threw myself onto his bed face first with a sigh of pleasure and inhaled his scent.

"You're so cute. I'm glad you like it." He smiled down at me and hummed his chuckle. There was something so sweet about the way he laughed at me, was amused with me. It made me feel young and fresh. He fell in beside me on his back. I turned my head to look at him.

He really was a very handsome man. His eyes were a deep, sapphire blue and his skin, although slightly weathered, only hinted at his years, his wrinkles cradling his eyes as he smiled. He had a beautiful prominent nose, maybe German, and his goatee accentuated the curve of his mouth as he grinned.

Looking at me affectionately he whispered, "You're so beautiful." He locked me in his stare, intense and truthful. My heart melted.

He reached over, the warm blunt tips of his fingers feathered the inside of my thighs and my legs widened of their own accord, welcoming his caresses. Bolder still he slipped his hand beneath the hem of my skirt; he came into contact with the barrier of my panties. Following the panel of silk to my feminine mound, he encountered the warm wet evidence of my arousal.

Groaning deep in his throat at what he'd discovered he rubbed the damp slick fabric against my swollen aching flesh and plied my clitoris with slow circular strokes.

It seemed my climax at the bar had only whetted my appetite for more because that easily, that quickly, another orgasm beckoned. Instinctively I arched my hips against his hand, my fingers biting in the sheets as I braced myself. I trembled at the sensations washing over me, moaned at the heated pressure building inside me, needing more, needing him.

I glanced up at him. His features were etched with a searing hunger, his eyes feverish and hot. He wanted me too, and that knowledge thrilled me. I slid off the bed and kneeled at the edge.

"Com'ere." My eyes begged him.

I eased his knees apart and moved between so that his thighs bracketed my waist. I reached for the waist band of his jeans and unfastened the top button. I gripped the tab of his zipper but before I could ease it down and over the enormous erection straining the front of his pants, I placed an open mouthed kiss on the taut material stretching across his groin. I rubbed my cheek against his heat and breathed in the musky male scent of his arousal.

Yanking his shirt out of his jeans I worked it up over his head and tossed it to the floor. Suddenly bare my eyes feasted on his shoulders, strong and defined. My fingers were compelled to experience what he felt like. I explored every bump and groove of his beautiful body. Down his arms and back up; across his chest, luxuriating in the tickle of his hair against my palm.

I leaned in to kiss his nipples...licking it and nibbling on them, his moans of enjoyment made the air in my lungs feel like kites in a hurricane. Kissing and caressing down his stomach to the edge of his pants, his gaze was intent and concentrated on me. I smoothed my palm down the elongated bulge hidden under the denim. Heat radiated off him, singeing my fingers. His gaze darkened like midnight, and his mouth twisted with a smile that reflected wry humour and unmistakable arousal.

The proof of his desire was screaming to be released from confinement. I carefully dragged the zipper of his jeans down, anxious to free him to my avid gaze, my eager touch. I pulled down his boxers and took the hard throbbing length of his penis in my hand.

He sucked in a deep breath and his hips bucked as I stroked experimentally. Awed by the impressive size of him, spellbound by the hot velvety texture of his rigid flesh I slid my fingers lower and gently fondled his taut sac. His eye squeezed shut and his jaw locked and I watched in fascination as the muscles in his abdomen flexed and rippled.

Sharp awareness and acute need flared in my belly like a ball of fire and spread through my bloodstream soliciting slick erotic warmth between my thighs, I looked up at his face flushed with aroused colour, his gazed heavy-lidded with unbridled lust and primal need, a need I wanted to satisfy.

"Tell me what you want, what you like." I whispered.

He brought my hand to his mouth and licked my palm and fingers thoroughly dampening my skin. Wrapping my fingers around the hard base of his cock, he guided my hand slowly, firmly up the length of his shaft, then down again.

He taught me exactly what he liked, told me with a moan how much he enjoyed my touch. I picked up his rhythm quickly, completely enthralled at the way his erection pumped through my tight fist, the way the head of his penis popped in and out, pulsating, growing impossibly longer and harder with each stroke. His hand abandoned mine as he braced his hands on the mattress and leaned back offering himself up to me. I blatantly looked my fill of his naked body, brushed my thumb over the smooth broad tip of his cock and he shuddered in response. I rose up on my knees, shifted between his thighs and skimmed my soft sleek lips along his chest, scattering moist, open mouthed kissed on his heated flesh. His entire body tensed when I lowered my head and daringly lapped my tongue over the sensitive head of his penis. I licked my bottom lip, the male flavour of him making me crave to taste him elsewhere. .

He trembled with restraint. I met his gaze, my body growing damp with gathering expectation. He gently touched the back of my head, pressing me closer.

"Take me in your mouth," he said, his low voice tinged with a thread of desperation. "As much as you can,"

I parted my lips and drew him in, using my tongue to stroke and lick and swirl along his length. His hands threaded through my hair and his fingers massaged the back of my scalp, gently urging me to take more of him.

Wanting to experience everything this man had to offer I took him deeper. His hips moved in sinuous gyrations and then I sucked, letting instincts and a wild need to devour him, all of him, drive me.

Deep in my throat, in between the strokes, I would swallow, rippling the muscles in my mouth, essentially milking him. My hands caressed his chest and tummy and moved down to his thighs and back up the insides. Gently, I grabbed his balls and tugged at them as I took him deeper. My fingers wandered under his ass and between his cheeks. Playing and pressing. He bucked harder. His hands on my head, steadying himself with each thrust.

"Mmm you're gonna make me cum; right now." His voice was deeper and harder and his thighs tensed and at that moment I slid my finger into him and his cock drove hard into my mouth. He groaned like a dying man as he erupted deep in my throat. I moaned with satisfaction. Supremely pleased to have brought him to such a vulnerable place, but long before I was ready to quit, he pulled my mouth away from him. His chest heaved as he gasped for breath and I wasted no time tugging his pants and boxers down his legs, tossing them aside. When he was magnificently naked I reached out to touch him again, but he quickly intercepted my move by grabbing me beneath my arms and hauled me up onto his big bed.

Sprawled in the middle of his comforter, I came up on my elbows and found him standing by the edge of the mattress by my feet, with a possessive, primal look in his eyes that made me shiver with delight.

"I feel a little over dressed."

He flashed a smile as tempting as sin itself. "Don't worry baby, I'm gonna take care of that little problem right now."

Slipping my shoe off, he ran the pad of his thumb down my sole, making my toes curl and a rumbling prr escaped my throat. He repeated the process with my other foot, then crawled over me like a predatory jungle cat claiming his mate. Straddling my hips, he locked his knees against my waist. He was careful to keep his full weight off of me, but the decadent sensation of being pinned beneath him, a captive to any and every wicked predilection he might have, made me feel light headed and sensually charged. He bent over me nuzzling my neck with his lips and his strong fingers slipped beneath my t-shirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head. My arms rose over my head, he hesitated briefly with my shirt acting as handcuffs, then twisted it again and secured my wrists. He kissed and sucked my exposed flesh slowly, gradually, tormenting me every inch of the way down. My breath caught when his tongue dipped between my breasts then up over the soft, aching swells straining against my bra. With one hand he undid my bra and the force of my breasts flung it open, freeing them to the cool air in the room. My skin drew tight and goose bumps rose, teasing and tingling all over my body. He latched on to the hardened crest of my nipple, scraping deliciously, his tongue swirling, his mouth tugging, pulling and suckling the engorged tip.

I writhed beneath him and cried out quietly, and he continued to drive me steadily into that feverish realm where nothing existed but the pleasure and hot clawing need. Just when I felt as though I was about to come apart, he slid lower and proceeded to peel the clingy fabric of my skirt from my body. His lips and soft tongue continued, his downward journey over my belly around my navel, and along my hip, making me breathless in anticipation. He hooked his thumbs beneath the elastic band of my thong to render me completely bare. Struck by a moment of modesty, I grabbed his wrists to stop him. Once he removed my thong I'd be at my most vulnerable, with nowhere to hide my body's response to him. I blushed and my head spun with the imperfections he would soon see. This room wasn't quite dark enough, and all of my insecurities came rushing back.

His face wavered before me, his eyes hot and fierce, and I felt scorched by the intensity burning between them. "You started this," he murmured, his voice hoarse with passion and need that equalled my own. "I want to taste you too. All of you."

He easily could have shaken off my grasp and done as he pleased, yet he waited for me to make the decision to trust him. And I did, releasing his hand, letting him remove the last article of clothing between us, allowing him free access to my body.

Gently parting my legs he rained hot kisses along my calves, tongued and suckled the sensitive spot on my hips and nibbled thigh to thigh. The bites grew sensuous and lingering, his breath erratic and hot as he made his way closer to the most intimate part of me.

My hips tilted in automatic reflex, and I moaned as a finger slipped inside me, hard and virile, slowly thrusting deep. A prelude of what was to come. I could feel my own wetness and I trembled when his thumb delved along my pussy, followed by the heat of his breath and the languorous lick of his seeking tongue.

I bit my lower lip to hold back a scream, but there was no prolonging the exquisite pressure building within me. I was too ready, too primed and he already knew what it took to send me over the razor-sharp edge to a stunning orgasm. All I could do was grip the comforter in my fists and ride on the wave of hot, explosive contractions pulsing through me.

He levered his body over mine but didn't enter me as I expected him to. Instead he showered me with soft kisses across my eye lids, temples and jaw, seemingly sensing that I need comfort of his gentle touch in the aftermath of such an overwhelming climax. My trembling eventually subsided and he dropped his forehead to mine, heaving a long drawn out sigh.

"Damn," he muttered, and started to move off me.

Startled, I caught his arms and curled my calves over the back of his strong legs refusing to let him go.

"What's wrong?"

"Sorry, I don't have any condoms," he rasped, the disappointment in his gaze clear.

I playfully skimmed my fingers down his spine to his butt, "I'm good, we're good." I said stifling a giggle.

"Oh yeah, you find that funny huh?" he growled and spread my thighs with his own as he eased over me and braced a forearm along the side of my head. Caressing his other hand down to my hip, he positioned me, holding me open for his possession. Wasting no more time on foreplay, he sank into me with one hard, driving thrust. Despite being wet and ready for him, I sucked in a sharp breath and arched against his hips, overwhelmed by the uncompromising maleness stretching me, impaling me to the hilt, filling me like nothing ever had. Slick and hot and deep.

"You ok baby?" He brushed the tendrils of hair off my cheek, his touch so tender and his gaze brimming with so much concern, my heart ached.

"You're bigger then I've had before, not that I'm complaining. I'm getting used to the size of you real quick."

"Thank goodness, because you feel incredible, so warm and tight and I can't wait much longer..." He flexed his hips, forcing his way deeper, and groaned at the internal friction he cause.

Wanting him to lose that precious hold on his control I raised my knees, wrapped my legs around the back of his thighs and urged him to move.

His nostrils flared, his eyes blazed and his restraint finally snapped. He began sliding within me, lithe and strong, and there was nothing sweet, slow, or gentle about his possession. His body was on fire, and he fanned the flame with every stroke, taking me just as high.

He lowered his head and captured my mouth in a hungry, greedy, tongue-tangling kiss I returned just as voraciously. My soft breasts crushed against his chest, keen sensation curled in my loins from the undulating pressure against my clit as he pumped faster, harder, a desperate urgency to his thrusts.

I writhed and arched and moaned my passion as wild and untamed as his. The increasing tension surging through me stole my breath, and then I was cumming.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum." My voice was small and quiet.

"I'm cumming too, cum with me baby."

I was unravelling from the inside out my inner muscles clenching in small spasms around his burgeoning cock. At the same time he tossed his head back and with a low savage groan that vibrated its way up from his chest and one final, frenzied thrust, I felt his own release rip through him in powerful, endless waves of pleasure.

He collapsed on top of me, muscles quivering, and I held him close, heartbeat to heartbeat, while his hot panting breath fanned my throat. I closed my eyes savouring the moment, suspecting it would be over much too soon.

I think we both dosed off briefly. I began to stir again when I was aware of lying beside him. He was a solid mass of muscle and masculinity, and the scent of him, the sound of him and the feel of him lumbering against my body, moved me like Mozart. My leg entangled in his, one arm over his chest watching it rise and fall as he slept, was similar to a spiritual state of bliss. But an undercurrent of longing rippled deep inside of me. It was still night and I wanted him again before the sun came up.

I wiggled and arched seductively stretching out like a kitten and I think I actually purred. He slowly came to and moaned sleepily. I began caressing him all over his chests and tummy.

"MMMMM," he moaned again, grinning as he looked down at me from the corner of his eye. A shiver of awareness ran right through me. I caressed further and further down his abdomen. He moaned quietly with every pass of my hand. When I reached his pelvis, I let my fingers straddle him at the base as I cupped the sensitive area of the bone on either side of his balls, and then firmly dragged my hand back up.

"Oh God, yes, mmmm," he moaned.

I did this over and over again and on the final trip, I cupped his balls and slowly, gently, I caressed up the length of him and gave my own moan of appreciation. Looking up at him I pleaded for more. His eyes were full of all the passion and lust from earlier. He kissed me passionately, his hands engulfing my face, his eyes piercing. He was like a man on a mission and moved quickly down to the end of the bed. He took no time positioning my legs over his shoulders and took my entire pussy in his mouth in one ravishing gulp. He lapped at my lips, in every crease, in every fold, all the way down to my tight little rosebud. My hips rose to meet him instinctively.

"Mmmmy God!" I couldn't believe how fast he brought me back to the edge. My toes curled, my breath caught. I grabbed his head, my fingers in his hair and ground my clit into his eager tongue. Then I shattered, my orgasm thudding deeply through out my entire body. He moaned into my pussy and drank me mingled with him, while I slowly came back to earth.

"S—so this is how you pick up, did you know you'd get lucky to night?" I said barely breathing. I smiled.

The look he shot my direction was pure sex. "Never thought I would get this lucky," he said sweeping a look down over my body and back to my face. "You're perfect, " he said roughly.

I blushed from the intensity of his inspection, watching him as he slipped off of the bed, baring his gorgeous, thick erection. I might have licked my lips, I can't remember.

"I need you," He whispered, standing, walking toward me, needing to finish what I started. "Now."

"I'm right here." He pulled me up, off the bed and into his arms. I scarcely had enough time to plant my feet when he slid his hands down to my thighs and then hoisted me up onto his hips. Wasting no time finding my core, he slid deep inside, one sure thrust linking us together.

He swallowed my gasp and moved us to a spot where nothing hung on the wall, pushing me up against it. He was all strong, hard male animal pressed up against me. I wound my arms around him, pulling him in, opening my lips and letting him explore to his and my delight. I didn't want to think or talk. The branding of his hot flesh on mine was a welcome mark I'd never forget. I pressed in, wanting it all.

"Hang on sweetie," he warned on a raspy breath making me laugh even though my entire body seemed to clutch in ecstasy.