The restaurant, her choice, was as fine as she'd said it would be, and the play, my choice, was as good as the reviews had promised. Her dress, black and slinky, teased me all evening, with her shoulders and back semi-hidden under a filmy shawl, and the skirt slit up to just there... She had learned that part of me rapidly and well. We had learned each other actually, and surprisingly. A short stroll from the theater had brought us to a bar for a drink and dessert, but the tastes of the liquor and sweets faded with the passing minutes as my senses shifted their focus to her. Her voice, her scent, her face and pale green eyes, her thoughts... For the first time I began to wonder if *she* could be the one to know all of me.
She'd seen glimpses into my shadows. I could never hide _everything_ during moments of that kind of intimacy. And if she'd shivered from more than arousal, she hadn't quite flinched, nor recoiled at those hints. As our conversation turned inward, quieter, to the sweet overtures of new lovers still stuck in public, I found stirrings inside me long dormant - needs deeper than the superficial and the flesh. I needed to know.
The cab driver would not soon forget the ride to her apartment. We were relatively quiet, but I'm sure we came close to death from inattentive driving on more than one occasion. Until I met his eyes in the rearview. Then it was smooth as glass. She unlocked the entryway and led me up the stairs to her place a half step ahead of me. I had one hand on the small of her back, the other before my nose where I deeply inhaled the scent of her my fingers had found in the taxi. More intoxicating than any alcohol.
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We kissed passionately at the threshold of my apartment, then again at my bedroom door. His hands were already in my partially unbuttoned blouse, and hitching up my skirt - though they'd already gone farther in the taxi ride home from the play. I had only recently stopped counting the number of dates we'd had, but still knew the number of times we'd made love. Three. Each as or more exciting than the last. Each different and... half-dangerous, skirting the edges of my experience, finding almost fearful excitement. He still had his dark and dangerous look - the unknown seducer - and when he turned his ice-blue eyes on me with _that_ look, he made my knees wobble. Just like they were doing now.
Embracing and fondling, we moved toward the bed. Even in the tangle of falling clothes, neither of us stumbled. Our unconscious coordination was only additional foreplay as we grappled, groped, and stripped each other.
Finally we were flesh against flesh at the foot of the bed, arms wrapped about each other's backs my right leg sliding up the outside of his, his hardness rising between my thighs. He turned his head down to nuzzle and lick my neck, animal like, making be shiver. He moved his hands to my shoulders, and turned to growl-whisper in my ear. "Tonight, from behind."
I moaned quietly in answer as he gently pushed with one hand and pulled with the other to turn me around. I resisted for a moment, just to let him know I could, then followed his guide, letting my shoulder and arm brush against his chest and stomach, my hand encountering his hard shaft and giving it a not-so-gentle squeeze.
Now I faced the bed, with him behind me. His hands moved from my shoulders, to my breasts for a caress and a slow squeeze and pinch of my nipples, down further across my tummy and hips to cup my ass. I placed one knee on the mattress and slowly, seductively, crawled onto the bed, making sure he caught several eyefuls as I moved to the center and looked back over my shoulder at him with half-lidded eyes. His form, silhouetted against the bedroom door gave me goose-bumps.
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I watched her climb on the bed, sensuality and desire radiating from her like an aura. The shifting curve of her rear mesmerized me. The glisten of moisture at the junction of her legs beckoned me. I had to restrain myself from leaping like a starving beast. Patience, anticipation. Sweet torture.
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He moved forward and I turned away as the bed moved, taking his weight. I held my breath. I felt the mattress depress with his weight between my parted knees. I only jumped a little at his hot touch. His hands stroked up my legs and curved with my bent-over body until his palms filled with my hip bones, and he held on firmly - as if to lock me in his grip. I felt the head of his cock at my the entrance to my nether lips, fat and hard. I was so ready for him. He pushed forward, and pulled me back simultaneously. Teasing, I pulled forward a little, my splayed opening just kissing his tip, until he growled louder - a combination of aggression and humor in the guttural sound. He thrust and pulled on me in one punctuated motion, burying himself almost all the way in me with one shove. Now it was my turn to let out a cross between a growl and a grunt, which turned into a deep purring exhalation as he withdrew and more gently sank back in his full length, opening me to his heat and urgency.
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I held her tight, pulling her toward me and pushing forward as her heat enveloped me. Taking me in and squeezing... like a lover. Tension of one kind flowed out and away from me, while another exquisite flavor of it rose. Soon... soon I would know. But for a moment I simply reveled in the almost mundane. Almost. The passion echoing between us, even when I could not look into her eyes was something I hadn't felt in a long, long time.
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In a handful of heartbeats, my lover's hips were rhythmically slapping into my rear end as he sawed into me from behind. His hands stayed firmly, possessively on my hips, holding and guiding me where he wanted, pulling and pushing if I made as if to break free, or interfere with his stroke. God he felt good. His heat radiated within me and behind me. His hands, strong and commanding, making me _feel_ like I couldn't break free even if I might have been able to - not that I really did want to. I heard my own sounds of arousal, diving into my own pleasure as this lover has enabled me to do like no other.
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Now. It was time to know. A tiny prickle of fear excited me. I actually _cared_ about her reaction. How novel. How truly exciting. I closed my eyes, and reached out for her.
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A hand snaked from just below my ribcage to rest briefly on my tummy, before starting to make small circles there.