Meeting Ch.2

After a wonderful dinner, Evan walked me to my hotel door. All night the sexual tension between us had been palpable. I didn’t want to seem too forward, or be considered easy, so I was very careful not to be too flirty. I didn’t lean over the table to give him a glance at my ample cleavage. I didn’t play with the straw in my mouth and simulate oral pleasures. I smiled politely, and was genuinely interested in stories of his, life, job, and family. Conversation between us was easy, and fun and there was surprisingly little silence. Only to enjoy the food or wine, which I only had one glass of thank you. My attraction for him was building by the minute. After weeks of emails, and this wonderful evening, I was sure if he smiled just right, he could have me. Hell, if he breathed just right I’d probably cave. But, nice girls don’t do that on the first date, do they? I certainly didn’t. Could we even consider this a first date? Sure, it was the first time we met in person, but we had chatted on line and on the phone. I’m over thinking this. I’m over thinking this while trying to get the damn keycard to work in my door. Why won’t the keycard work!

“I really understand what Richard Gere meant when he said he missed keys in Pretty Woman.” I grumbled.

Evan laughing, took the key card from me, “Here, let me try.”

I stepped aside and let him fight with the lock.

He swiped it a few times until it finally worked. Apparently, you had to slide it very slow.

“It must get confused easily,” I joked.

“It must.” He said handing me back the card. There were only inches between us. If either one of us took a particularly deep breath, we would have touched.

We looked into each other’s eyes. It was tension filled and almost uncomfortable. I think he was waiting for me to make the first move. I just wasn’t sure what move I wanted to make. Send him home. Invite him in? I just didn’t know. It was not usual practice to invite men into my hotel room. Especially ones I just met. I replayed the argument I’d had with my self earlier. To slut or not to slut…“Did you want me to burn that CD for you?” I asked lamely. OK. I guess I had made my decision. Slut.

His smile told me he was happy about it. “Do you have a blank CD here?”

“I do! Come on in. It won’t take but a minute.” We walked into the room and I dropped my belongings on the table. “Make yourself at home.” I said. As he sat down in the same chair, he’d been in earlier. I bent down to pull my computer and CD’s out of my computer bag on the floor, and caught Evan’s reflection in one of the wall hangings. He was eyeing my backside shamelessly. I hadn’t meant to do that, but smiled, nonetheless. I righted myself and started the process of burning him the CD we had spoke of over dinner. It was my attempt to expose him to something other than country music.

When the computer finished doing my bidding, I wrote the title on the disc, turned to him and smiled. “Here you go! One pirated CD.”

Evan stood and walked to me, “Thank you.” Taking the CD from me, his eyes stayed fixed on mine. My heart began to beat as if it was trying to jump out of my chest, I could hardly breathe. In fact, I wasn’t sure I was breathing. Nervous. Nervous! NERVOUS! That was me! He dropped the CD on the table, took my face in his hands and kissed me. A small moan escaped me as I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around him, returning the kiss, with the same intensity.

Our tongues entwined and our hands followed. All I knew was that I wanted him. Without letting go, we walked to the bed, shedding clothes as we went. By the time we got there, I had come to my senses enough to realize we were entirely naked. I am sure we broke some record. We fell to the bed and condomed up faster than any couple known to man.

Mouths, fused together, I felt his hand reach between my legs and dip his fingers inside me. I was wet. Dripping. There was no foreplay needed. The tension over dinner had taken care of that. All I knew was I needed him on top of me, inside me. I arched involuntarily to his hand, my body letting him know he was on the right track.

Rolling on top of me, I spread my legs to welcome him. In one forceful thrust, he filled me. I cried out at the sensation as he moaned his satisfaction. We lay together for a moment coming to grips with the powerful pleasure of it all. He rocked his hips back and forth, pushing himself in, then pulling back out, long slow, sure movements. I raised my body to match his movements. I tightened my muscles around him, trying to give all the sensations he could handle.

“Oh, fuck, Celeste. God that feels good.” Looking me in the eyes, “Is it good? What do you need?”

I reached up and took his face in my hands, “Baby, it’s ok. Cum. Cum inside me. Don’t wait for me.”

Consternation filled his expression, “No, you need to cum, too, honey.”

“It’s ok,” I said pushing my hips against his, using my hands to pull him against me, desperately trying to get the rhythm back, but he wasn’t budging.

He shook his head, no.

I didn’t want to take this moment to explain my body to him, but since he wasn’t taking the hint, and had better control than most, I tried, “I can’t cum this way. I’ve never been able to. So, see, it’s ok.”

Evan looked at me with confusion then sadness. “I can do other things.” He said and began to pull out.

I wrapped my legs around him, preventing his egress. “NO! Please! Don’t. For me. Do this for me.” I grabbed his face again. “I need this. I need you. I need you to cum in me more than I need to cum myself. Please.” I begged, kissing him, pleading with him.

He nodded and slowly began his thrusts again. I met each one, with all the passion I had. I listened to his breathing quicken, his moans grow louder as his orgasm approached. He called out to God and to me, and I agreed, encouraging him, until with one final push he exploded, crying out unintelligibly, and then finally collapsing. I wrapped myself around him and held him close, savoring the heat and dampness of his body. He felt so good.

Breathing under control, Evan rolled over and pulled me with him so we lay on our sides looking at each other. The questions were in his eyes. I had been here before. Some men weren’t concerned, some were curious, very few cared. His eyes showed he cared, and it made my heart ache. Touching his face I said, “I just never have.”

“Then why wouldn’t you let me try another way.”

I sighed, “Because, it takes me a while to get there. I know it can be a hassle, and I didn’t want our first time to go like that. I wanted it to be nice and easy.”

What I didn’t expect was the look of outrage on his face. “Who told you, you were a hassle?”

I sighed again, “It doesn’t matter.”

Leaning in, he kissed me long and tender. “Your sexual self esteem online and your sexual self esteem in bed are two very different things, Celeste. We have to change that. Never be afraid to ask for what you want, especially from me. I will always, and gladly give it. Nothing gives me as much pleasure as knowing I’m doing a good job.” He smiled. It was a wicked smile.

“I did ask for what I wanted. I wanted you to cum, and you did.”

His hand slid down between my legs and began searching for that spot. I closed my eyes and moaned. “ And what do you want now?” Evan asked.

“That.” It came out breathy.

His fingers found my clit and began to circle it. I began to moan again, my head leaning into him. I started to lose myself in the sensation but my mind brought me back. I looked into his eyes, “If I take too long you can stop.”

He kissed me, “Shhhhh, shut up and enjoy the ride.” He smiled pushing me over on my back. His one hand continued their exquisite work while the other smoothed my hair back from my face. My legs spread giving him more access. He whispered, sexy, naughty things in my ear, while his fingers played me like an instrument. Never had anyone, made me this hot. Then, without warning, he stopped. My eyes flew open, to find him crawling down my body positioning his head between my legs. I thought my heart would stop. This was my favorite thing…ever, and he was going to do it.

He smiled that same wicked smile right before his mouth covered my clit. Evan’s tongue alternated circling, licking and sucking me.


“Oh Fuck!” I cried out. My hips bucked uncontrollably and he had to hold me down to keep working.

I swore repeatedly and called his name. “Ohh God, Evan! I’m cumming. Please!” I cried over and over again until the unbelievable heat and contractions hit me harder than I have ever experienced. It felt like I came forever!

Finally, spent, I fell back on the bed, panting. He moved back up my body, on the way gently placing kisses on my overly sensitive skin, causing me to tremble at each location. Finally reaching my mouth, he kissed me deeply so I could taste myself.

“You taste so fucking good.” He smiled. “And by the way, you do not take long. You took no time at all. I think you have had very bad luck.”

I laughed. “I guess so. I usually do take much longer.”

He pulled me over so I could cuddle in the crook of his arm. His hands gently traced unintelligible patterns on my body, and I ran my hands over his chest. “Take as long as you want, and in the future, we can work on you cumming the other way.” He said.

Thank you, for not making me feel like a freak. I wanted to say. Instead, I said, “I feel pretty in your arms.”

Evan was quiet for a few seconds, and then said softly, “Then I’m not doing my job. You should feel beautiful, because you are.”

It took all the control I had not to cry. It was simply the nicest thing anyone had ever said to me. “You’re doing your job.”

“You sure? I don’t mind working a little harder.” He smiled. It was one of those times you could hear the smile in the persons voice. I didn’t have to look up to see it.

I laughed, “You’re fine, but if you want to practice, I am all for it.”

He gave me a gentle squeeze and I dozed off to sleep in this wonderful man’s arms.