“Hi I am game… Pls contact me. No pressure or expectations. Just meet…” His first message caught my eye cause of the undeniable sincerity – the start of a fiery, authentic and raw magnetism. Not to mention his eyes in the picture that accompanied his message – piercing soulgazing eyes.
Our online exchanges burned with mutual intensity, even though I felt an apprehension. But meeting in person was beyond anything either of us could have imagined.
It was but a month when we had our first date and the way his presence wrapped around me, making me feel safe yet thrillingly alive, was intoxicating. It was a moment where chemistry and authenticity collided in the most sensual, unforgettable way.
We ended up at a lookup point with the stars above, mere reflections of the fire crackling between us. The moment I felt his kisses was pure fiery bliss. His touch—firm, reverent and insatiable—set my skin ablaze and with every sigh, every whispered moan, we unraveled into something raw and untamed.
His fingers slid beneath my top, his palms grazing my bare skin sending shivers through me. I arched into him, breath hitching as I felt his throbbing arousal pressing against me. His hands wandered lower…. dipping inside my jeans…. teasing over the damp heat of my panties before he finally pushed them aside and caressed me.
I gasped into his mouth…. my body melting into his as he explored me with eager fingers. The tension between us was unbearable – an ache that demanded release.
“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he growled against my lips.
I answered him not with words but with my body—pressing against his chest…. kissing him deeper…. needing more. Time ceased to exist. We were nothing but sensation lost in the gravity of our desire. My hands were restless, greedy, unzipping his jeans, reaching inside.
And then—oh, fucking hell—his cock. Thick, hard, hot and throbbing in my grip. The guttural moan that escaped his lips as I stroked him sent a rush of heat straight to my core.
We should have stopped. Should have slowed down. But something about the night, about this undeniable pull between us, refused restraint.
Something snapped us out of the frenzy and we found ourselves in the car catching our breath, hands still tracing one another absentmindedly—his fingers on my thigh, mine on his arm, the energy between us so thick it was suffocating. We spoke, but the words were nothing compared to what we already knew in the silence.
Then, without pretense, we were outside again. Standing beneath the stars, yet seeing only each other. His hands pulled me close…. fingers unfastening my belt…. unbuttoning my jeans…. peeling them down my legs while simultaneously undoing his own. Every movement was unhurried, but filled with unspoken urgency. My anticipation thrumming in my veins.
And then—kisses…. deep and endless. His hands grasping my hips, lifting me as I lean into him. The cool night air contrasted sharply with the burning heat between us as he aligned himself with my heated moist entrance.
And then—he was inside me.
A sharp inhale. A whispered curse. A gasp that turned into a moan as he filled me completely…. stretching me…. grounding me. Against his car. Outside in nature.
His thrusts were slow, reverent, like he was savoring the moment, like we both knew this wasn’t just sex—it was something far more potent.
And then we let go.
He moved deeper, faster, each roll of his hips sending pleasure spiraling through me. I met him eagerly, gasping, moaning, losing myself in the rhythm we created. His hands tightened on my waist, anchoring and balancing me to him. The stars blurred above, the night air thick with the sounds of our pleasure, with whispered curses.
Still trembling, still pulsing, still moaning—we only stopped when reality crept in where we were. A breathless moment of pure bliss.
And then silence.
Not the absence of sound, but the fullness of it.
He held me against him, pressed against each other, our breathing tangled together.
And in that moment, I knew—this was the beginning of something neither of us was ready for.
