I arrived at his place, parked my car in the garage, from where we walked straight into the house. The smile on his face unnerved me a little, but I was hoping I kept my cool, a blush creeping from my neck to my face though.

He offered me a seat on the couch, which I hurriedly accepted as my knees suddenly felt weak, all he had done was put his hand in the small of my back to usher me in. He offered me a drink(wine or sparkling wine). Wine I said(red please), he poured both of us a glass.

He sat on the couch opposite me. Then got up and wanted to put music on, it didn't work, TV, it didn't work, so apart from our voices filtering through the air, there was no other sound.

We talked about silly things, but the air was charged with electricity. He was close enough for me to touch, but just out of reach for a kiss, something I wanted badly.

Our fingers touched, then our hands met, we looked at each other, then kissed, a light feathery kiss that drew an instant hunger from us neither expected or was ready for. Hands roamed, lips devoured, chests heaved , when we pulled apart our eyes were dark pools of desire, want, need, a hunger that had to be quenched.

He was suddenly standing in front of me, hand outstretched, saying 'Come'. He led me to the bedroom where we kissed deeply, hungrily holding on to each other so tight it was hard to breath. Our clothes were discarded, but not all and not at once. The parts of our bodies that did touch was so hot, like a lavapot. I wanted him inside me, I could feel his hardness, his hand was between my legs, it parted without resistance, but he moved his head down there and found me with his tongue, hot and moist, I was still wearing my panties. He licked me right through them, the sensations were unimaginable, I was moving myself against his mouth and i knew I wouldn't last long. I didn't. Without realizing it he had moved my panties aside to give his tongue access. I came without warning and he lapped it all up. He towered above me, I saw he was ready and so was I, but I desperately wanted him in my mouth, so I moved like a tiger and showed him I wanted him to lie down. I moved my mouth over to his cock and licked and sucked his balls, then the bottom of his shaft up to the head and back down again. I teased him and finally took his head in my mouth, gently nibbling, sucking just over his head and back up again. He was growling and moving, then he pulled me by the hair and pulled me away from him, pushing me down on the bed, parting my legs with his knee, his intent clear!

He entered me with a force I welcomed, pushed himself as far as he could go, started moving in and out of me, then took my one leg and lifted it up, another delicious angle which allowed him different access, my other leg followed. He now had my legs pinned backwards as well as over his shoulders as he lifted himself and started fucking me slightly raised.

The sensations, the moans, it was both of us. Then I hear as if in the distance: "FUCK, I'm Cumming." I realized I was Cumming again too. I felt his shoot inside me, mixing with mine. He had let go of my legs, so I wrapped then around him, pulled him in and held him there, I felt him throbbing. Then he collapsed on top of me. Though he was crushing me I didn't want him to move, wanted him inside me for as long as possible.

When he finally had to move, I realized I was still wearing my shirt and it had somehow managed to stay around my waist with one button.

The state of me when I saw myself in the mirror! I had been well and truly fucked. He had the look of a man that got the cake and the cream.

We lay in each other's arms, spent and sweaty, with the musky smell of sex in the air. Needless to say, no wine or sparkling wine were wasted that night........