He'd showered. I had to take that as a sign of civility. He appeared to be well mannered.
But I wasn't interested in his manners.
I wanted the sweaty handsome beast I'd seen in the stables.
I sighed, waiting. I hoped he was going to prove me wrong. If I had to give him instructions I would be very disappointed.
He locked the door and turned, his eyes raking over me with scorching heat. He was across the room and dragging me into his arms before I could blink. I moaned as his mouth crashed down on mine.
Ohhhh... yes, this was more like it.
His hands were rough as he pulled me against him. He was hard and packing quite a large instrument from what I could tell. My nipples were hard as well, poking through my silk negligee.
He lifted his head, running his hand over my body. He held me in place as he explored, looking me over. I gasped as he rubbed his thumb over my nipple through the silk.
He chuckled knowingly, releasing me. I lay back on the bed and watched as he pulled his clothes off. His eyes never left me. He moved quickly, but his eyes lingered. I could almost feel them as they traced the edges of my teddy.
"Take that off."
I tossed my head and smiled at him.
"You take it off for me."
He growled as he kicked his boots off.
"Take it off or I will tear it off of you."
I licked my lips, easing the straps over my shoulders and sliding it down to my waist. His eyes got bigger as he pushed his jeans down.
Now it was my turn to stare in awe.
He had the most beautiful cock I'd ever seen. Long and thick, with a glistening drop at the end. It jutted up proudly, more than ready for what was to come.
I swallowed as he came towards me, moving like a panther. He was on me in an instant. Kissing and groping. Not with desperation. With raw need.
He grabbed my negligee from around my waist and yanked it down. I heard it rip from his roughness. He hadn't lied. He'd torn it off me.
I held on for dear life as he ravaged my flesh, his tongue on my throat, then lower. He pulled my nipple into his mouth, sucking hungrily. His fingers were busy as well, seeking and finding my cleft.
Oh yes, I had chosen wisely indeed.
"Spread your legs. I don't want to wait."
I did as he asked. I didn't want to wait either. I wanted him inside me.
Now.
I heard him tear open a condom rapper as I tried to catch my breath. I'd never felt anything like this. The combination of his touch and the hard look in his eyes... I realized I may have met my match.
And then some.
He positioned himself above me and held his cock at my entrance.
"I assume you can handle this."
"I-oh yes..."
We groaned in unison as he pressed forward, his cock sliding into my wet * lips. He went slowly but he didn't stop pressing forward until he was fully embedded inside me.
I'd never felt anything like it in my life.
"Fuck, you're tight. Am I hurting you?"
I shook my head. He was the largest I'd had, and it had been a long time. But it didn't hurt. It felt exquisite.
Everything about him felt exquisite.
"No. I-Please continue."
He smiled at me, his eyes flaring in approval.
Then he began. Slow, deep, lingering thrusts. He rode me gracefully, as if I were a prized mare. His eyes never left mine as he braced himself above me, giving and taking in equal measure.
He didn't stop as I began to quiver beneath him. I was already close to orgasm. He was relentless as he slowly pierced me again and again. It was utterly raw the way he rode me, making no apologies for the way he used me for his satisfaction.
I grasped his shoulders and closed my eyes as the first orgasm rolled through me. He let out a satisfied grunt as I clenched around him, my body caressing him, drawing him in. I shuddered as the pleasure increased, taking me over the edge again almost immediately. It was too much. But he didn't slow or stop.
I opened my eyes to look up at him. I was losing control over myself and I didn't like it. He knew it too, judging from the arrogant look on his face. His lips curled into a smug smile as he worked his cock methodically in and out of me. He thought he had me under his thumb.
Oh no, this would not do at all.
I wrapped my thighs around him and started to thrust in unison with him. Each circle of my hips brought us together in a way that was explosive. His eyes closed as he groaned in pleasure.
That impossibly sexy smirk was gone at last, replaced by a look of helpless ecstasy.
I flexed my hips and pressed up, rolling him to his back. He stared up at me, his eyes raking over my body. Now I was in control. I was the one who would drive him crazy.
He watched me as I started to ride him, my hands on his belly. I tossed my head back and let instinct take over. Gracefully, I teased him with a languorous pace. He growled at me, his hands reaching for my breasts. I pushed his rough hands away and started to touch myself instead, making lazy circles around my nipples with my fingertips.
That did it.