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“No, you’re kidding! In front of the whole crowd?” “It was mortifying. There was glass everywhere—my hair, my clothes, everything was soaked with whiskey!” “Oh my god, I bet that was a nightmare to clean up! ” “Mmhm. Why do I get the feeling that you’re going to bring this extraordinarily embarrassing story up at a completely inopportune time in the future?” “Aw, come on. It’s hilarious. And I bet you looked so cute, you look good with your hair wet.” “Do I?” It’s hard to imagine you being clumsy with an errant bottle of whiskey when you’re sitting across from me looking so well put together. You clearly dressed up for tonight, with a smart button-down shirt and your hair pushed back. You look good. “Please go on. When else do I look ‘cute’?” I look down at my plate, a flush rising in my cheeks. “Don’t be so smug. That’s enough ego stroking for now!” “Aww, but you’re so good at stroking things.” My blush deepens, and I stare at you wide-eyed, trying not to choke on my last bite of the salmon fillet you made. You always know how to leave me speechless. This is our first real date since our little get-together on my apartment balcony. You pulled out all the stops with a home-cooked meal and getting dressed up. You set down your fork on your plate and rest your elbows on the table, propping your hands under your chin. “So, how’s the food?” “It’s really good! I have to say I was surprised, you were always a disaster in the kitchen.” “A few YouTube videos helped, I won’t lie. Glad you like it. It’s nice to be able to cook for you.” I reach across the table and take your hand, squeezing it slightly. You flash me a shy, cute smile. “Thank you, it’s nice.” “Good.” We’ve seen each other a couple of times since the dinner party. We’ve decided to date again, but to take it slow… very slow. We haven’t even kissed since that night. You take a sip of beer from your glass and the liquid shines on your lips. You lick your lips to catch the excess. Oh, shit. Did you notice me staring? “Finished?” “Oh, uh. Yeah, I’m done. It really was incredible—thank you.” I help stack our plates and glasses. The air’s thick between us, and I catch you glancing up and down over my body. And you catch me doing it too. I can’t deny that I’ve been thinking about your mouth all week. Wanting to kiss you, to be in your arms again. Our fingers brush against each other as we reach for the same water glass. You take it and I notice just how close you are to me. I can feel the warmth of your body and… oh my god, there’s that cologne again. Fuck, I want you. “Oh! I picked up some tiramisu from that little bakery down the street Do you want some now? Or we can have it later?” “Let’s have it later.” You melt into the kiss. Your tongue presses against mine and our bodies just meld together, our arms winding around each other, pulling each other closer in a warm embrace as we kiss. Every kiss grows more urgent, more desperate. All our pent-up need for each other is starting to unravel. My heart pounds in my chest and our hands roam over each other. Yours wanders down to my ass, giving it a hard squeeze through my jeans. “So much for taking it slow, huh?” “I—I can stop if it’s too fast—” “No, I love it. I’ve wanted to get my hands on you again ever since the party. I’ve missed you. Bedroom?” “Fuck yes…” We stumble down the hall into your bedroom. You kiss down my neck as you unbutton my shirt and I unbuckle your belt. My cock is already rock hard in my boxers. Your hand runs down my chest to my cock, stroking it through my jeans… fuck, it feels so good. You walk me back to your bed until my legs touch the mattress… and we fall back onto the bed together, you on top of me. “Slow down, baby. Let’s take our time, hmm?” “Yeah, I know… I just… it’s hard to slow down with you.” I pull your pants and boxers down together, freeing your rock-hard dick… I need you so badly. I reach down and wrap my fingers around your shaft, slowly twisting and using the precum from your tip as lube. “Ahh fuck… mmm, yeah…” You straddle me as you slide my shirt over my head. My hand slides up your bare back, while the other slowly jerks you off. Your skin feels so good against mine. This feels so right. Your lips are soft against my neck. Your teeth scrape across my skin. You know I love it when you bite me… “You sound so good, moaning for me…” My mind’s spinning and hazy. It’s too much and not enough, all at once. I need more… I rock up, rolling my hips. I can feel how hard you are and you suck on my neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Fuck, yeah, that’s it… grind against me, baby, come on.” I bury my fingers in your hair, kissing you hard. Your nails rake down my chest as they trail down to the waistband of my jeans. You unbutton them and pull down my zipper. I lift up my hips. You slide my jeans down my legs and pull out my cock. “You look so good… spread out on my bed…” You wrap your hand around my dick and stroke gently in a strong deliberate rhythm. God, this feels amazing. You kiss your way down to my chest and suck. “Yeah? You like that?” I bite down on my lower lip. Your tongue curls around my chest, flicking and pressing, and fuck, fuck, I can’t— “Oh god, yeah… fuck me. Please, I need you to fuck me…” “Fuck…” “Lube… condoms…” “Bedside table…” You reach up to the bedside table and grab a condom and lube. You squirt a generous amount from the bottle onto your fingers. “Lie back for me, love.” Fuck… I haven’t… I haven’t been with someone like this in so long, just quick sex and half-drunk kisses. Nothing like this. Nothing like what we used to have. “Knees up, here.” Your hand wraps around one of my ankles. You hook my knee against your shoulder, and spread my ass… “Please, I need you.” “Shh, I got you.” Your fingers are cold. You smear the lube over my asshole and I feel overwhelmed with the anticipation. Your finger eases into me, slowly. There’s no pain, no discomfort, just the easy slide in, in, in… fuck, your fingers are so long. You pull back, sliding in again and—so deep… “So fucking tight…” “Another, another.” “So impatient…” “Ah! Fuck, fuck, yes!” You add another finger inside me, curling your fingers and massaging my prostate. It’s so fucking good. “God, you look so good, taking it so well.” “Don’t stop…” Your fingers twist and curl, pumping faster inside me. I need more. Oh my god, I need more… “Your cock—I need it, come on, fuck me.” You spread your fingers, opening me up even further. You slowly ease your fingers out of me. My back arches, chasing your touch. You tear the condom open, taking care as you roll it down your cock, adding more lube as you do. You slide the tip up and down my asshole, taking my cock in your free hand. “Ready?” “Ready…” You’re big. I’d forgotten how much it was, forgotten how overwhelmed you always made me feel… You pull back gently and press forward, forward, so deep… “Ohhh, fuck, yeah, yeah…” You light a fire inside me. My cock strains, pleasure building as I watch your open mouth. I reach down, wrapping my hand around yours, jerking me off together… I can’t think, can’t grip tight enough, can’t keep pace with your thrusts… “I’m close, I’m really close…” “Just a little more, babe. Want to passion with me?” “Yeah—yeah!” “Wait for me then…” Pleasure curls in my stomach, ready to overflow… “Ah! Right there, there, don’t stop!” You thrust harder, pace still slow and steady and full… “I can’t—” “I’m gonna— let it go, baby, I’m—” Our foreheads touch as our breath steadies. The last of my passion leaks out of the head of my cock. You reach over to the bedside table and hand me a soft towel. “Here, let me…” You gently wipe my passion off my stomach with the towel, then toss it to the wash basket. You take me into your arms, and I nuzzle against your cheek. “I missed this so much.” “Me too.” My body relaxes against you, and you tuck my head under yours, resting your chin on my hair. This is so right. I don’t want this to just be a casual thing. It’s obvious you don’t either. “You’ll stay tonight, right?” “Well, you did promise me tiramisu…” “You’re right, I did.”