He stops to glance up at me as I groan, his wide grin making him even more stunning. Then he jumps back in, imitating my noises and actions, doing what I enjoy, and putting all of his effort into getting me to come.

It is quick to complete.

He quickly gets me off by curling two fingers inside of me and flicking his tongue over the top of my clit. He then keeps me riding the peak by sucking on my little pleasure nub while humming, which causes a vibration that I can feel in every area of my body. This dude is knowledgeable.

He is so skilled at licking my pussy that when he pulls away and grins proudly, I almost wouldn't mind if we called it a night.

Almost.

There is no need to quit now, however.

You'll be craving more.

Mark is standing at the foot of the bed, so I turn onto my stomach and go up on all fours, giving him my preferred position.

The question "Do you have a condom?" I ask. Although I have plenty of supplies on my nightstand, he is likewise ready, taking one out of his wallet and arming himself.

He takes his time once again, massaging my ass and the back of my thigh as he assesses the situation. Rebecca, you have a really attractive pussy.

I don't know whether I appreciate this moment of appreciation or if it's making me excruciatingly impatient since I'm so eager for him.

I reassure him, "It's going to feel great wrapped around your cock."

It's "damn right." Before lining up the head of his cock at my entrance, he pinches my leg and gives my butt cheek a little smack.

I don't wait for him; instead, I push back and take his tip inside of me. I try to ask for more, but he maintains his distance. He teases me and says, "What's your rush?"

I mutter, clenching a handful of blanket in anger, "I need you to fuck me." How come you're moving so slowly?

There are certain things that should be relished. Then he demonstrates for me what he means. He presses against me so slowly that it seems like pleasant pain. He moves in close before backing away, leaving the huge head of his cock just inside my door. He touches my body and rubs my clit while simultaneously depriving me of the fullness I so much need from him.

He runs a finger down the length of my spine, and I suddenly become aware of how alert every nerve ending in my body is. My legs are trembling and I feel like I could pass out from want by the time he really commits to me.

The pleasure is so much more fulfilling than I ever anticipated since I was denied what I desired. Mark must have been suffering too because as our bodies finally unite, we both moan together. All of these sensations-the stretch, the depth, the fullness, and the sense of his body pressing firmly against mine-feel better and more intense than they ever have. At least, that is how it seems.

He begins to move inside of me, abandoning his glacial pace entirely. His cadence and intensity go up with each thrust until he is crashing into me and rocking the bed with each pump while his fingers bite into my hip to hold us together.

Just as rapidly, an orgasm erupts and nearly immediately overtakes me. Ah, Mark, what the hell?

When he knows I'm coming, he pushes me even more, and I fucking love it.

Tomorrow my pussy will hurt, and I won't be anything but happy about it.

I pull the blanket closer to me and squeezing my eyes shut so tightly I can see stars. "Oh, fuck, Mark!" Thank God Jade isn't at home because I could never keep my feelings to myself.

He stops to glance up at me as I groan, his wide grin making him even more stunning. Then he jumps back in, imitating my noises and actions, doing what I enjoy, and putting all of his effort into getting me to come.

It is quick to complete.

He quickly gets me off by curling two fingers inside of me and flicking his tongue over the top of my clit. He then keeps me riding the peak by sucking on my little pleasure nub while humming, which causes a vibration that I can feel in every area of my body. This dude is knowledgeable.

He is so skilled at licking my pussy that when he pulls away and grins proudly, I almost wouldn't mind if we called it a night.

Almost.

There is no need to quit now, however.

You'll be craving more.

Mark is standing at the foot of the bed, so I turn onto my stomach and go up on all fours, giving him my preferred position.

The question "Do you have a condom?" I ask. Although I have plenty of supplies on my nightstand, he is likewise ready, taking one out of his wallet and arming himself.

He takes his time once again, massaging my ass and the back of my thigh as he assesses the situation. Rebecca, you have a really attractive pussy.

I don't know whether I appreciate this moment of appreciation or if it's making me excruciatingly impatient since I'm so eager for him.

I reassure him, "It's going to feel great wrapped around your cock."

It's "damn right." Before lining up the head of his cock at my entrance, he pinches my leg and gives my butt cheek a little smack.

I don't wait for him; instead, I push back and take his tip inside of me. I try to ask for more, but he maintains his distance. He teases me and says, "What's your rush?"

I mutter, clenching a handful of blanket in anger, "I need you to fuck me." How come you're moving so slowly?

There are certain things that should be relished. Then he demonstrates for me what he means. He presses against me so slowly that it seems like pleasant pain. He moves in close before backing away, leaving the huge head of his cock just inside my door. He touches my body and rubs my clit while simultaneously depriving me of the fullness I so much need from him.

He runs a finger down the length of my spine, and I suddenly become aware of how alert every nerve ending in my body is. My legs are trembling and I feel like I could pass out from want by the time he really commits to me.

The pleasure is so much more fulfilling than I ever anticipated since I was denied what I desired. Mark must have been suffering too because as our bodies finally unite, we both moan together. All of these sensations-the stretch, the depth, the fullness, and the sense of his body pressing firmly against mine-feel better and more intense than they ever have. At least, that is how it seems.

He begins to move inside of me, abandoning his glacial pace entirely. His cadence and intensity go up with each thrust until he is crashing into me and rocking the bed with each pump while his fingers bite into my hip to hold us together.

Just as rapidly, an orgasm erupts and nearly immediately overtakes me. Ah, Mark, what the hell?

When he knows I'm coming, he pushes me even more, and I fucking love it.

Tomorrow my pussy will hurt, and I won't be anything but happy about it.

I pull the blanket closer to me and squeezing my eyes shut so tightly I can see stars. "Oh, fuck, Mark!" Thank God Jade isn't at home because I could never keep my feelings to myself.

He continues to fuck me through my peak while progressively slowing down as I recuperate. I purposefully contract my inside muscles when I regain consciousness in an effort to get him to release, but after a few more thrusts, he pulls away.

Why are you doing that? My speech is slurred. Speaking in a cloud of hazy sex.

Let's try something new, she said. Mark grabs my arm and helps me rise up while allowing me some time to regain my feet. He pulls me into his lap with my knees on each side of him once I'm stable and sits on the edge of the bed.

I get a rare flash of self-consciousness. I'm a dripping mess. My skin could be flushed red from the previous exercise, and my hair is clinging to my face.

Although it's a little too close for my tastes, the position affords me a superb view of Mark, who despite his efforts doesn't seem to have suffered much. He really has absolutely bright skin, primed muscles, and a physically fit appearance throughout. He seems to be able to carry me for five kilometers while running without any effort.

"Ride me," he commands.

I've been fucked so hard that I'm semi-exhausted, but I tell myself that if my body can give me the energy boost I need right now, I'll sleep all day tomorrow. I don't want Mark to be unhappy, and I also really want more of him.

Although the speed he maintained inside of me was exactly perfect, I raise up and sink down onto his cock, bringing him inside of me. I'm happy to learn that I get to determine the tempo this time. His cock makes me feel so fantastic deep within, and every time I grind down, his clit grinds against mine in a manner that makes me crazy. Maybe there's more to this job than I first believed.

My nipples are pinched between Mark's fingers as he holds my breasts in his palms. Another orgasm suddenly bursts through my body, enveloping me in joy and temporarily removing me from time and space.

When I land, he leans to suck on my thickened nipples and rubs his thumb into my clit. He keeps me riding the waves. Everything is too delicate, and I begin to urge him to stop, but he forces me to return before I can finish.

"Oh, my God, yes!" I collapse into his lap and grab onto his powerful shoulders in my desperation. It's stronger than ever, emanating from the center of my being and engulfing every cell in a prolonged euphoria.

My eyes blink wide to see Mark's face gripped in his own climax even though I'm hardly there. This indicates that something in me must have sensed a shift in him. His eyes are tightly closed, his jaw is clenched, and his teeth are gritted. I can feel him pulsating inside of me.

We are both arriving simultaneously.

What are the chances of it occurring during a single meeting, because it never occurs? That's the kind of thing I believe two individuals who are really familiar with one another's bodies may strive toward.

I sneak a second look at his face. He is stunning and has passed the peak but is still in the throes. He is a very gorgeous guy, and at no other time is this true than when he is losing himself inside of me.

I'm struggling to breathe normally while attempting to overcome a general uneasy sensation for which I have no explanation. This may be the finest sex I've ever had, so I'm not sure what the issue is. My body should be saturated with every feel-good hormone it can create.

Perhaps I'm simply worn out and want to unwind now that things are coming to a close.

Mark also has trouble breathing. He places his forehead against mine, caresses my face with one hand, and then brushes a few hairs back behind my ear.

He remarks, "That was so good." I am aware that he is still inside of me as he begins to stroke my back. When our bodies are no longer joined, I move back while holding the base of the condom and hunt for my abandoned clothing.

I point to the doorway to my bedroom and explain, "The bathroom is just over there to the right."

I don't bother with my bra as I put my clothing back on while he is gone from the room. I'll take a shower after he's gone.

As soon as my trousers are fastened, Mark enters the room again, his cock already beginning to stiffen once more, making me have crazy ideas of asking him if he wants to continue.

He sits down on the bed and says, "Are you free after work tomorrow night?" He doesn't seem to be in a rush to get ready.

I wasn't anticipating the query. "I don't do that," I answer. "I told you to -"

I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, he adds as he cuts me off with a grin on his face. I want to know whether you want to meet up again. His gaze briefly wanders to where we had just joined on my bed, where his arms are around me and his cock is located.

"I don't do boyfriends, and I also don't do repeats," I reply.

He frowns while still displaying a hint of amusement, as if I had given him an amusing tale that he isn't quite sure about. You avoid repetitions, right?

"Sequels are never as good as they seem."

He laughs, but it has a hint of annoyance in it.

To remove the creases, I tug on the blanket's corner on my bed. "One-night stands simplify life so much. But Mark, this was very nice. I'm grateful. I'm really happy that we connected.

The guy looks at me with disbelief. I imagine he's not accustomed to being rejected by ladies given the way his face and physique seem. Is that it? he queries.

"What more do you require? Oh, do you like to cuddle?

Instead of responding, he stands up and dons his clothing, snapping each one to make the fabric stand straight. I should have made my standards clear earlier in the evening, and I apologize if he is upset, but I don't have any obligation to him.

He continues, "I'd think you were saying this no-repeats bullshit just to brush me off, but I know you enjoyed it." as he fastens his belt.

"I did."