Terry and I met online. At first, we were just two bored people trolling each other on the internet. We exchanged phone numbers soon after though. After came the late night conversations, the video chat and the sexting. We were also friends, and we shared secrets, confessions, laughs, and random humor. I was getting irremediably drawn to him. However, nothing seemed to be possible between us, which was understandable since I live in Florida and he lives all the way in New Jersey. I just could not take it anymore. I wanted every piece of him and he became involved in all my daydreams and my fantasies. So I decided to surprise him in Jersey. One night, that’s all I’d take then I could forget about him. I booked my plane ticket, packed my sexiest outfit and operation “Get Terry” started.
“Who’s this”?- I could recognize that voice anywhere since it made me reach ecstasy during so many nights when it incited me to touch myself and to “come for him”. I was wet already, reminiscing all those moments. He opened the door and my jaw hit the floor. He surely just got out of the shower and had the towel wrapped around his slim hips, giving me a great view of his “V”. I forced myself to look at his face instead. Mistake. His eyes were so deep, looking at me and his lips, looking so full and succulent. I could barely hold myself still. His dreads were wet and a cute little droplet of water fell on his neck and caught my attention. It ran right in the middle of his hard and muscled chest to his belly button and disappeared inside the towel. I felt like dropping to my knees and lick every single drop on his body, everywhere.
While I was lost in my more than inappropriate thoughts, I felt him moving and he grabbed me and hugged me. “What are you doing here? Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I was drawn in his scent. So masculine and fresh and clean. I looked up at him and he bent down and kissed me; just a peck, just an “Avant-gout” of what could come if I played my cards right. Then He pushed me back and looked at me. His eyes didn’t miss one detail of my outfit; my short little black dress showing just enough cleavage, my hair up in a high ponytail, enhancing my décolleté, my high red heels accentuating my long legs. And then he did the sexiest thing ever. He licked his lips and took my hand and turned me around and said “Damn!”
I smiled at him and hugged him again and whispered in his ear “you like?” and I bit his lobe lightly. I felt his hands gently sliding down and stopping just on top of my derriere. So I went for it and kissed him fully on the mouth, tiptoeing because he was so tall. I slid my hands in his dreads and nibble on his bottom lip, demanding access which he gave me without hesitation. I slowly penetrated his mouth with my tongue, searching slowly, tasting, taking my time. He held me tighter now, his hands going up and down my body, groping, grabbing squeezing. He closed the door with one hand and pushed me against it. Taking control. He left my mouth and started putting little kisses on my cheek and my ear and asked me slowly, “Bianka, are you sure?” I smiled and just pushed my hips a little closer against his.
He then took my hands and pulled me to the couch. He started asking me ten thousand questions; when did I come here? How did I find his address? When am I leaving? What am I doing here? We started laughing. He wanted to take me out to dinner and go watch a movie but I refused because I just wanted us to be alone. I just wanted to enjoy him as much as I could. He told me to get comfortable and went to his room to put some clothes on. I took my shoes off and turned on the TV. He came back wearing only sweatpants which was perfect for me because I wanted to stare a little more. We ordered Chinese food and we picked out “Blitz” from his DVD collection. He sat down close to me and I took his arm and wrapped it around me. We started making all types of comments about the movie and Jason Statham. Soon, I lost interest in the movie and became conscious of the heat of his body. His smell, his heartbeat, his breathing, all of it surrounded me and the desire came back stronger. I inched closer to him and kissed his neck, then I pulled his face closer to mine and kissed him. I slid my leg over his thighs, trying to get even closer into his arms.
Understanding my message, he slowly started kissing me licking my ear, breathing slowly, biting my neck. His hands were everywhere at once, plunging me in an ocean of sensations. He was kissing my neck, and grabbed my breasts, pushed them together and buried his face between them, nuzzling and making all those sexy noises. I was no longer on earth. He slowly slid his hands under my dress and yanked my thong down my legs. One obstacle out of his way, he lifted me and made me straddle his hips. I was so wet, I think that I soaked his pants. I was grinding slowly while he also got rid of my bra and was playing with my nipples; sucking on one while toying with the other. My dress was no more than an insignificant little thing hanging around my waist.
He suddenly pushed me back on the couch and dropped to his knees. He took my dress completely off and took one minute to contemplate me. He smiled and said “lean back”. I eagerly did and he thrust his face between my thighs breathing in. “You smell so fucking good” he said while looking straight at me. He then licked, just one lick and I closed my eyes. He stopped and said “No, pay attention to.. my… every.. move” punctuating every word with a lick. He slowly entered me with one, then two fingers while looking straight into my eyes. I couldn’t muffle my moans and I was writhing, the sensations overwhelming me thinking that I couldn’t handle much more until he curled his tongue around my clit and sucked. He pushed a third finger inside and was sucking strongly while finger fucking me roughly. I came instantly, the tension built throughout the whole week getting the best of me. I cried out and fell back. He got up trying to get away and I grabbed him and pulled him between my legs and slid my hands inside his pants.
That is when I realized that one night will not be enough. I was looking at perfection. Literally drooling, I forced myself to look at him and said “Fuck me, please”. I gently curled my fingers around his length and stroked slowly, biting my lips. He grabbed my hand and shook his head; I said “please” still stroking, faster now. I took his pants off, breathing heavily because I wanted him again, already. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply. He looked into my eyes and told me to get on all fours. “Brace yourself, I’m about to deep in that pussy” he warned me before I felt his fingers checking if I was wet enough. Then he forcefully entered me. I screamed at the pleasure of finally having him, strong, hot, inside of me. He grabbed my hips and entered me at a slower pace. I was trying to give it as good as I was getting it when he slapped my ass, making me understand that he was in control. He kept it slow and nerve wrecking then suddenly he accelerated, then slowed down again. I was going crazy, moaning loudly, calling out his name. I was really close, my muscles were uncontrollably griping him too and I knew he wouldn’t last long either. His low and sexy moans brought me to the edge and I went for it, losing total control over my body. He joined me only moments after, whispering my name.