Reaching the top of the front stairs, I looked over the front
door.  Nervous, I couldn't seem to make up my mind how to
proceed; but then I didn't have too.  As if you'd sensed me on
the stairs, you opened the door.  Even knowing you knew I was
coming it still surprised me.  Crossing the threshhold, I could
feel my body start to tremble.  Anticipation and mild fear warred
through me.

After a week of teasing, taunting and tantalizing each other,
here we were - face to face.  And I couldn't think of a thing to
say or do.  My mind had gone blank and all of the carefully
rehearsed lines left my thoughts.  Then you wrapped me in your
arms and hugged me close.  I knew it was right.

Smiling, mostly at my own ineptness, I followed as we sat and
watched the television and each other.  We chatted, each
struggling to find an inner calm.  Oh how I hated feeling as shy
as I did then.  I wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to know what
it felt like.  You said something about having to "double-check
on them" and my brain, overwhelmed with need and nerves, barely
registered it.

I sat there frozen in an instant of time, every moment of
indecision weighing heavy.  You came back and knelt in front of
me; I'm sure my eyes went wide as I watched, only partially
hearing you, knowing you were going to kiss me.  Then you did. 
Your mouth pressing into mine as your body relaxed into me.

My body lept to life, tingling and shivering with buried wanton
need as I eagerly kissed you back.  Opening my mouth with no
urging, I wanted to draw more of you into me; to taste as much of
you as I could.  After moments or hours, you drew back and stood.
 You took my hands in yours and led me to your bedroom.

We stood together in the low light of the lamp.  The power of our
lust and cravings rushing over us both.  Shaking and trembling I
drew back for a moment as I fought to get air into my lungs. 
Shakily, I smiled and assured that it wasn't you, that I was so
excited I couldn't catch my breath.  I watched you smile at that,
a little smug, and you reached for me again.

I revelled in your height, the broadness of your shoulders. 
Slowly, the more I stood within your arms the less afraid I was,
the more beautiful I felt.  Boldly for me at that moment, I
started to unbutton your shirt.  I parted that lovely blue and
bared your skin to my mouth.  I licked and kissed that skin
softly before finishing the task and began to slide your shirt
off.  I felt you help me, eager to be free to touch me. 
Playfully, I held fast to your shirt.  I used it to trap your
hands for a moment or two to give me a chance to continue to
tease my mouth over you.  I could hear the pleased sounds in your
throat.  Stepping back, I released your shirt and waited for you.

I watched as the cuff stuck fast on one arm and you almost ripped
it in your haste to get free.  I tried to keep aware, to keep
sane but couldn't.  I raised my arms and eagerly let you strip my
shirt from me.  Here then, I was vulnerable.  I couldn't look at
your eyes, afraid of what would be there.  For nought though.  I
watched instead as your hand came up to trace along my breast and
then over my collar bone, up my neck to cup my face.  Then again
I had your mouth on mine.  Your tongue teasing me into
distraction as your hands raced to free my breasts from the
bondage of my bra.

I began to tremble slightly, all I could do was hold you to me as
I waited.  I needed this, to be touched like this.  My mind was
overwhelmed and unable to decide; it could only feel.  You
stepped away and extinguished the light.  All the while I stood
there, shivering and trying to think.  I wanted to reach out for
you but couldn't seem to muster the movements.

Then you were back in front of me, holding me close.  Then,
deliciously, your mouth was on my breasts.  Oh! how it felt so
good.   So warm.  It flamed my body higher and made me want more.
 Turning, without breaking our hold on each other, mouths and
tongues teasing, we stumbled to the bed.

At it's side, I grabbed at you to keep from falling.  Felt you
hold me to you tight and kiss me again.  Then your hands were at
my waist and undoing the fly on my pants.  My eyes looked up to
yours and I was certain every fear I had was shown in them as you
slowly pushed my pants off my hips.

Exposed, in nothing more than a single, brief pair of panties, I
watched you kneel before me.  I felt your fingers curl in the
fabric at the waist of my panties and tug and knew that in
moments I would be bare, utterly exposed to you.  Feeling like I
was truly shaking, I looked down to find you watching me and I
smiled slightly.  I felt the panties slide down, caressing my
skin as they went.  In my heightened state of need, I heard or
imagined you making a sound of delight.  Then I was wrapped in
your arms once more and you whispered "I'm going to fuck you"
into my ear.  Never had I heard anything so erotic. Then quickly
I was being pushed back on to the bed.

There, on the edge of your bed, I felt your tongue as it stroked
along my core.  I whimpered, a soft mewling sound as you
tormented me with the soft heat of your tongue.  A few licks and
I was aching to cum, a few more licks and I felt your fingers
slide inside my slick passage and I knew it wouldn't be much
longer. Quickly, your hand pumped your fingers into my pussy as
your tongue danced on my clit and I heard you, heard the moan as
my body start to shake and my cunt convulsed as your mouth and
fingers made me cum.

You stood, quickly shed the rest of your clothes and then
stretched out over top of me.  Feeling your body, the heat and
weight of it, pressed into my skin was wonderful.  I wrapped my
arms around you and kissed you.  Passionately, desparately we
kissed.  The kiss deepened, and became almost violent we needed
so much.  Taking only as long as necessary to protect us, you
were there suddenly.

So full of feeling, so needy.  I had you inside me and didn't
want to let go.  I tried not to move, to savour the moment but it
was too much.  I had to have you, I need to fuck you as much as I
needed to be fucked by you.  So hard and thick, like velvet
covered steel, you moved inside me.  I could do nothing more than
feel and hold on.  I felt every inch of your hard shaft stroke
me.  Every thrust pushed me higher.  I could feel I was close to
the edge again.  Oh how I wanted to shatter, to cum around you,
to orgasm on your cock.  I wanted to feel it, for you to know it.
 Then my mind ceased to function again.  Nothing but light,
energy and pleasure was noticeable.

Breathing hard, we curled up together on the bed.  Smiling and
resting.  You actually apologized for moving too fast and not
taking time.  I didn't want time.  I wanted what I got.  I wanted
to be needed so desparately, wanted so hard that it was the
driving need.  I felt so free, so well fucked, so confident.  I
had one of your arms across me and the other pillowed under my
head.  So lovely, so right, so very good.

We'd been curled up for a few minutes when you started to stroke
my body.  Exploring, testing, seeking to see if I wanted more.  I
knew I did.  I felt your hand tease at my pussy.  Then a finger
slid over the crack in my ass and you heard me purr with pleasure
and arousal.  Stunned and pleased you set out to torment me more.
 Stroking that sensitive flower and making me shudder.  Then your
fingers slid inside and you started to open me.

I was so wrapped in pleasure I couldn't talk, could barely make
noise.  Oh how I wanted it, I needed it.  I wanted you to have me
however you wished and wasn't going to stop you.  Long minutes of
writhing on your hand as you prepared my ass to be fucked by you.
 Opening me, stretching me, making me wait.  I was so wet, so
shrouded in pleasure that it was easy to soak you.  Then your
cock sank into my ass, to the hilt and we both groaned.

My body, already on fire with delight couldn't hold out.  You
fucked my ass and held me close, whispering to me the whole time
as I buried my face to keep from screaming out with pleasure.  I
could feel the wave coming.  Every thrust brought it closer.  I
knew, I knew I would cum this way for you and I did.  As I lay
there trembling I felt your orgasm spew from your cock, felt it
throb and amazingly wanted more but was too spent to act on it.

We curled up again, face to face and nuzzled and kissed each
other.  Both of us breathing heavily, both of us spent. 
Surprisingly we handn't singed anything though it felt like we
should have.  We lay curled up for a while, cooling off and
catching our breath.  We talked about getting something to eat
and more to drink.

I could feel you then, hardening slowly against my leg and
brushed my finger against you.  Slowly I pushed you onto your
back and teased my mouth down your body.  Kissing, sucking,
licking, biting - just light touches until I was near you shaft.
That I engulfed.  I teased your head, flicking and stroking it
with my tongue.  I heard you moan then.  I heard you moan more
when I swallowed as much as I could and you felt the head press
into my throat.

I felt your hands on my head and shoulders, urging me to take
more of you.  I did.  I was eager to taste you now and slid all I
could, brushing my nose into the fine hair as I sucked you into
my mouth.  Pulling back off, I bent down and teased your balls. 
Licking them, sucking on slowly, rythmically, before moving my
mouth back to your head to taste the fluid leaking from you.

You stroked my cheek and smiled.  Together, we stood, dressed and
made our way downstairs.  Both too exhausted to continue but
hungry.  We shared some pizza and talked.  Each of us relaxing
with the other.  Our bodies ached, still needy, but without the
will to do more to slake the thirst we had.  There's always next
time though.