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I didn’t want to think about what this was or what it meant. We’d had months of foreplay – months – and I just needed to feel that thick cock stretching me wide and bringing me the relief that my vibrator had been unable to provide since I moved into this place.

Michael grabbed my hand, pulling me towards his bedroom. I’d never been inside this room before. His bedroom was on the opposite side of the living area from mine. It was a huge room with a king-sized bed, a comfortable seating area, an attached bathroom, an enviable amount of closet space, and huge windows that looked out towards Lake Michigan.

“Damn, I had no idea the view was so good over here on this side of the apartment,” I said in appreciation.

“The only view I want to talk about is your naked body underneath me, and me watching your tits bouncing while you scream my name and come all over my cock.”

I nearly came on the spot. “Who knew you were such a dirty talker?”

He reached for his pants, unfastening them and moving onto the zipper while I watched with rapt attention.

“How about you get naked now?”

He didn’t have to ask me twice. We both made quick work of removing our clothes, and when we were both naked, we flew together, kissing each other like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Maybe we couldn’t.

Michael walked me backwards until my knees hit the bed, then lowered me to my back. I scooched to the middle of the bed, and I thought he’d move on top of me, but instead he kneeled by my feet, spread my legs wide, then lowered himself down with his head by my pussy.

“Beautiful,” he breathed. “And already so wet for me.”

It was true. I was dripping wet, and I wasn’t surprised he could tell on sight. I made a squeaking noise as he lowered his head and licked me from bottom to top. When he slid his tongue between my folds, my hips levitated off the bed. It felt so good I could hardly stand it.

“You like that?” he asked, smirking up at my from between my thighs.

“Less talking, more licking,” I ordered.

“Yes ma’am.” He snapped a hand up to his forehead in a salute.

I guess I wasn’t surprised that fooling around with Michael would be as fun as it was hot. We had fun with everything else we did. The real surprise was how well he played my body and how quickly he brought me to the edge.

He was eating me out in earnest now, his tongue lapping up my arousals as it moved upwards to circle my clit a few times, then head back downward. One large hand clamped on my hip, holding me down on the bed so he could torture me with his mouth.

When he slid his tongue inside my opening and started fucking me with it, I pressed my thighs against his head to keep him in place. My body started shaking violently. He lifted a hand and with unerring precision, went right to my clitoris, rubbing and pinching it until I was making a high pitched noise that I’d never made before in my life.

I’d slept with my fair share of guys over the years, most of whom I dated for anywhere from a few weeks to a few months, and none of them – not one – had found my clit so easily, even after we’d slept together several times. Some of them couldn’t find it with a map and a flashlight. But Michael seemed to know not only exactly where I needed him to touch me, but exactly how to touch me to bring me the maximum amount of pleasure.

My orgasm hit me like a tidal wave, my entire body lighting up at once. I cried out Michael’s name as I shuddered against him, lost in the pleasure. I was gripping his head with my thighs so hard I was surprised I didn’t crack his skull, yet he kept licking and touching me until my body finally started to calm.

When my legs relaxed and fell out to the side, Michael lifted his head, looking extremely pleased with himself. His goatee glistened with my juices, and it was the hottest fucking thing I’d seen in my life.

“Get up here and kiss me,” I ordered. “I’m too sated to move on my own right now.”

Michael

Watching Olga come was my new favorite activity. She was beautiful, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow, her eyes closed, face conveying complete ecstasy. It was even better than I’d fantasized about, and I hadn’t even had my dick inside her yet.

I shifted up over her, bracing my arms on either side of her face and lowering myself in a reverse push up. She grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down until I was laying on top of her, my legs slipping between hers.

“I want you, Olga. I want to fuck you more than I want my next breath, but I want you to know that we can stop now if you want. No hard feelings.”

She lifted her head up so it was closer to mine, giving me a glare that made me somehow even harder than I already was.

“Are you insane? I am going to die if I don’t feel you inside me in the next minute. Die.” Her eyes bounced between mine. “I’m mostly sober and telling you clearly, I want this. Now find a damned condom and fuck me.”

I rolled to the side and pulled a strip of condoms out of the drawer of the bedside table. I ripped open one packet and rolled the rubber down my length before moving back on top of her soft body.

When I notched my cock against Olga’s opening, she wrapped her legs around my hips, changing the angle enough that the tip pushed against her. Slowly I slid in, just an inch or two, then stopped. I stared into her eyes for a long, heated moment, then slid my hips forward slowly, not stopping until I was fully seated inside her. We both groaned. It felt incredible.

“Eyes on me, gorgeous,” I ordered.