But Mr. Silva hesitated. Suddenly he grabbed my waist and pushed me against my front door. Before I could realize what he was doing, his lips were already on mine...
I hesitated for a few seconds before kissing him back. His lips were soft and my goodness he was a good kisser. I was enveloped in its scent and completely intoxicated. His hands trailed down my body and the kiss grew more passionate. His tongue entered my mouth and circled mine. I closed my eyes and turned my head off.
He pulled his lips from mine and kissed my neck now. He sucked my skin and I was sure I would get blue marks from it. With his hand he grabbed my thigh and lifted it up so that my leg was now over his hip.
This pushed me even closer to him and now I could clearly feel his erection through the fabric of his suit pants. We kissed again on the mouth, but the kiss was more greedy now, rather than picking me up.
My legs now wrap around his hips while my hands gripped the back of his neck. He walked slowly to my bed with me in his arms while we didn't even break the kiss. Since I only owned a one bedroom apartment, it was pretty obvious where my bed was.
Holy Mother Mary, what is actually happening here?
Mr. Silva lowered me gently and my legs now touched the edge of my bed. "Turn around" he whispered in my ear and I had no idea why, but I followed his instructions directly. This man had a power over me at that moment that was uncanny.
I slowly turned around and Mr. Silva brushed my hair to the side. He kissed my bare shoulder blade before slowly unzipping my dress. My dress fell to the ground and I was left in a pair of white lace panties.
Mr. Silva growled and rolled me over with a wave of his hand so that I fell against his chest. "so perfect" he purred before kissing me again.
Now I was the one who unbuttoned his white shirt during the kiss, exposing his muscular body. How the hell did he manage to keep such a body in shape with all his work? His muscles were hard, his six pack abs clearly showing and his hip bones forming a V-line.
I ran my fingers over his bare chest and for a brief moment we broke our kiss and looked deeply into each other's eyes. I could see the fire blazing in them. His pupils were dilated and he had this intense gaze that made you feel like you could see right into my soul.
His hand gently stroked my arm over to my chest. He stroked her gently while his other hand squeezed my shoulder so I had to sit on the edge of my bed.
He knelt in front of me and looked me straight in the eye again. Meanwhile, he slowly pulled my panties off my legs and finally put them carelessly next to the bed. He locked eyes with me one last time before spreading my legs apart and placing his mouth directly on my middle.
Holy shit. Is this really happening or am I dreaming? His tongue slid between my cracks and ran over my clit. I immediately groaned loudly and laid back on the bed.
Mr. Silva pulled my legs closer to him, put them over his shoulder and continued to lick me. He definitely knew what he was doing here. And the fact that I've had almost no sex for the past several years, since I've only been concentrating on my work, made me even more sensitive than usual.
My hands gripped the thick, dark hair of his and pushed his head closer to my middle. I was so close. I felt everything inside of me tighten. It tingled all over my body. My legs automatically squeezed together as a loud scream came out of me and I fucking orgasmed. It was incredibly good.
The sweat was on my face and I lay exhausted on the bed as Mr. Silva carefully put my legs down. Then he leaned over me on the bed and smiled at me. It was an honest smile and God I knew that if he ever really smiled, his smile would be beautiful.
He kissed me on the mouth and whispered "ready for round two?" I met his eyes unable to speak so I nodded at him and he smiled again. He took off his pants and boxers and put on a condom.
I always assumed that he must have had a small penis and that's why he was such a huge ass. You know what I mean? Compensating for a small dick with a nasty character. His expensive Audi also matched it. But when I actually saw what was in his pants, my eyes widened. He was anything but small.
Good heavens, everything about him physically was just perfect.
Mr. Silva bent over me again and kissed me passionately. His hand squeezed my breasts and twirled my nipples. He took his mouth away from mine and sucked my nipple into his mouth in return. He circled my nipple with his tongue and immediately I was ready again. ready for him My vagina was throbbing and literally dripping.
I felt his best piece slowly slide into me. I was awfully tight, but it seemed to please Mr. Silva more than it bothered me. "God Alea, you make me so incredibly horny" he growled in my ear while slowly thrusting into me.
He quickened his pace and we both started moaning loudly. It felt so incredibly good to feel him inside me. To feel his hands on my body. His mouth kissing every inch of my body.
We got faster and faster and his thrusts harder and harder. My hands gripped his hard buttocks and I closed my eyes in pleasure. I felt like my climax was getting closer and he was about to.
"Alea" he spoke quickly and out of breath. However, I didn't react. "Alea, look at me" while he continued to pump his penis into me. Now I looked at him. Straight in the eyes. I kept moaning. "I want you to look at me while you cum" he said.
And I did. I came, hard. I cried out, my legs and clit jerking and squeezing his penis. I was trembling all over, overwhelmed by the feeling he triggered in me. I had never experienced such an orgasm before and I mean that seriously.
Mr. Silva also reached his climax. He looked into my eyes as he squirted his seed inside me into the condom. He also made animal noises and twitched.
Exhausted, he dropped onto me and buried the tip of his nose in the crook of my neck while my hands touched his shoulder blades.
"That was amazing Alea" he whispered in my ear and gave me a light kiss on the forehead. I smiled slightly and replied, "That was it Mr. Silva".
He started laughing and leaned up while slipping off his condom. "Please don't call me Mr. Silva, it kind of turns me on when you say my last name like that, but considering the fact that my head just lay between your thighs and my cock was inside you, would you rather call me by my first name"
Embarrassed by his words, I looked down and pulled my covers over my naked, sweaty body. "What's your first name?" I finally wanted to know. Yes, actually most people only knew him by his last name. But hardly anyone's first name.
He got back into bed with me and lay down under the covers next to me, pulling me into his arms so that my head was now resting on his chest. So he would stay? Could the evening get any crazier?
"My name is Thiago" he said and gave me a kiss on the parting of my hair. His name was Thiago. This name was rare, especially for America. He must have Spanish ancestors or Mexican?
"Where does the name Thiago come from?" I finally wanted to know curiously. "My family comes from Mexico. In the 1960s they emigrated to America, or rather fled," he explained to me.
It was new to know something so private about him and I liked it. I felt comfortable in his arms at that moment. I liked it. And that, although I actually hated this man. it was crazy But before I could think any further, my eyes closed and I fell asleep.