7

Driving in silence, I watched as we got out of the town centre; surrounded by trees and fields, we pulled into a drive, and the whole place was beautiful and open. The house was breathtaking; I have only seen houses like this in magazines and on TV.

Walking in, it was even more beautiful than outside; the place was covered in windows, and looking out over the trees and fields, it was natural and beautiful. The size of the entrance is bigger than my whole apartment. Leading me inside, we walk to the kitchen.

"Do you want alcohol, a hot drink, or something else?" Looking at him, was he serious about alcohol?

"It's a little too early for alcohol, so I will stick with a can of coke if you have any." Watching him walk to the fridge, he opened it, took out a can of coke, walked towards me, handed me the drink, walked around his kitchen, and looked outside. It was beautiful; I couldn't stop looking. It was as good as being outside, with the full-length windows. I almost forgot I was here; he stepped in front of me, his body pinning me against the kitchen worktop. Instantly my body screamed for him; his hand cupped my chin, lifting my face, my eyes met his, and he gazed into my eyes.

My heart is pounding fast already, his face slowly moving closer and closer to mine, his lips are on mine, and we begin kissing. His lips are so soft, and he tastes so sweet. I can't control myself; my hands want to explore his body, running up his chest, feeling his body beneath the shirt. The more I touch, the stronger the need to touch him is. 

Why do I feel like I have missed him? I don't even know him, yet I feel like I have known him for ages and he's been out of my life for years. I can't stop myself; my fingers start to unbutton his shirt, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath it. The more I touch, the less control I have. I am losing control of myself, and I love it.

Finally, his buttons are all unfastened, my hands running up his torso to his shoulders, a slight moan escaping my lips as I do, pushing his shirt down, watching it fall to the floor. His hand wraps around my waist, his kiss more forceful, lifting me onto the worktop, moaning from the pleasure of his hands touching me.

My hands move down, slowly stroking his body, unbuttoning his trousers, his hands grabbing mine, and I begin frowning at him for stopping me. His hands pulled my top off, his lips back on mine, my hands unfastening his trousers again, moaning against his lips, pulling his trousers down, his shaft now free I can't stop the gasp from my mouth. I had felt it last time; I knew it was big, but I was not expecting it to be this big. 

My body shook all over. I grasped his cock in my hand as he unfastened my bra, throwing it on the floor, my hand teasing, stroking his cock, moaning against his lips, the feel of his shaft throbbing in my hand. His hand pushes against me, my body falling back onto the kitchen side, his lips kissing around my navel, my moans getting louder, my hands grasping his hair, needing and wanting more. His hands gripping mine, standing up, his cock pushing against my sex as his head lowers, kissing my breasts, my legs wrapping around him, trying to pull him to me.

His shaft is pushing against my trousers, damn things in the way. I am losing my mind, but I can't stop myself from wanting him. His hands unwrapped my legs from around him, trailing back up to my breasts, squeezing them, then moving back down, his hand pulling my trousers and underwear down, dropping them on the floor.

My breathing gets faster, my body begging for him to fuck me, right here on the worktop. His tongue flicked over my hip, slowly kissing down till he reached in between my legs, my sex already wet from excitement, his mouth kissing gently, his tongue slowly stroking my pussy. My moans get louder as he teases me, his tongue quickly flicking over my sex, my hands grasping his hair again, trying to keep him between my legs, my orgasm rising.

I can feel myself falling apart right now under his touch, his tongue teasing around my clit, slowly licking it, my back arching, my moans getting louder, and I want so much more. His tongue moving down, pushing inside my aching pussy, I can feel myself getting to the limit, his fingers rubbing against my clit and tapping it; the sensation is phenomenal.

I have never experienced anything like it, my back arching more, his name escaping my lips, my body closing, getting closer to the orgasm, my moans getting louder, his tongue pushing in and out of my throbbing pussy, his fingers moving faster over my clit, my moans now turning into screams, I can't control this, my body letting me orgasm, my hands pulling hard on his hair, the feel of my juices running free.

He dragged me off the side; he looked so different, gasping for air as he spun me around, pushing my chest down against the worktop, moaning from the feel, his hands holding me there. I could feel his legs pushing mine open.

His shaft pushes against my core; moaning, I try to push back on it, wanting him to give me the full length. He thrust hard, pushing himself inside of me, screaming. I try to get up; I want to move closer to him, his hand, though pinning me down. I love it, and for some reason, I want more. His hips slowly moved, building up a rhythm, thrusting in and out of me, his other hand gently massaging my butt, turning my legs to jelly and my whole body tingling.

A sharp sting across my ass, my screams escaping, legs giving way from the spank, his hips pounding fast and hard, my body getting closer to an orgasm, his hips pushing harder with each thrust, my screams turning to whimpers as I feel my body begging for a release, his hand moving to rub up and around my neck, choking me he pulled me upright. He has his hand at the perfect angle; I can breathe yet still feel the pain and pleasure.

My body is now moving against his, my hips grinding against him. It is pointless, though; his hips are thrusting so fast and hard mine barely makes a difference, his hand is still on my throat, and his other hand grabs one of my breasts, sending me over the edge, my body giving way as the orgasm takes control. He kept pounding hard and fast, his moans growing as he was nearly reaching the point of climax as well, his moan loud as he gave a last thrust, the feel of him throbbing inside of me. He moved back, removing his shaft from inside me, going to let go, but he stopped, noticing my body was going to fall. Pulling me to the floor, we lay panting, out of breath, and sweaty. His hand stroked up and down my body; I could feel that he was still shaking with pleasure.

"You can't beat a morning fuck," Sean's voice quietly broke the silence, and I turned to him laughing, trying to steady my breathing.

"I agree." I do. I feel amazing right now, admiring his body. I notice a tattoo, a small footprint wrapped in a blanket. I would love to know what it means, but right now isn't the right time for personal questions. Lying here, my breathing begins to return to normal. Replaying what just happened in my mind, it was unexpected yet amazing.