My Greek god
I could not believe that this piece of Greek perfection standing in front of me wanted me as much as I wanted him, but there he was, standing there naked in front of me, and I could see the evidence of his desire. His dark eyes stared at me, smoldering, almost seeming to dare me to accept his outstretched hand. My eyes roamed his body. His dark hair was shaved short at the sides and pulled into a tight man-bun at the top. His beard had not been trimmed recently but it looked good on him. My eyes traveled lower to his broad shoulders and muscled chest that he had shaved bare. Lower still to follow the faint treasure trail that was just barely visible. My eyes widened and my breath caught in my throat. Good god, he had shaved everything. His cock stood at attention. How in the world was that thing ever going to fit into me?
His voice carried the faint trace of an accent. It was deep and rough but not unpleasant. In fact, his voice alone sent tremors from my throat to the tips of my toes.
“Come here.” No please, no pet name...just that simple two-word order. I obeyed immediately.
His right arm drew me in tight while his left hand reached to pull my head back by my hair. He bent down slightly so his mouth took possession of mine. His tongue pushed past my lips and invaded every space. He tasted of chewing gum and Red Bull, an odd combination and not what I was expecting from this mountainous pirate. He slowly moved forward and I was caught in the motion. Step by slow step, we made our way to the bed.
Once there, he stopped and again just quietly stared at me, as if with his piercing gaze he could convey his wishes. Maybe he did because I found myself raising my hands to run them over every inch of his bare chest. A small smile broke his stoic face. Soon my mouth followed. I tasted every inch of him. I was insatiable. My teeth grazed his collarbone and he let out a little gasp. Now it was my turn to smile.
We played this game for some time. I, tasting and teasing every inch of his body, taking small nips when he let out a groan or a sigh. Finally down on my knees, I took him in. He filled my mouth to overflowing and I gagged at the sheer size in my mouth, cutting off the oxygen.
With my tongue, I bathed his shaft. Tracing the rim and slowly sucking. Drawing it in and out while my hands reached for his balls. Soon my mouth and hands traded places. Never had I tasted anything this good. How was I ever going to get enough? Looking up watching him, I continued my feast. I sucked harder, the sloppy noises seemed to only arouse him further and soon his head was thrown back and an animalistic roar escaped his lips.
He pulled me to my feet by my hair and flipped me over onto the bed, backside up in the air. Without any warning, he thrust his shaft into me. I screamed in pleasure. He pounded into me. My ass shaking, he began to slap my ass. Every blow stinging, but with every sting, a shot of pure pleasure drove like a lightning bolt to the center of my womanhood.
I had been wet since I first saw him standing naked in front of me, but nothing prepared me for the ripples of desire that rolled through my body. How could such pain produce such rapture? I couldn’t stop it. I reached the peak and fell, over, and over, and over. The pressure had built up inside and all I could do was let out a scream of my own.
Suddenly I felt him tense. He had filled me so completely that I could feel when he reached his climax. I felt each spasm as he filled me with his seed. And with that, he fell with his full weight on top of me, his member still deep inside of me, allowing me to feel his last strains and spasms while I came one last time.