18. Olga

Olga

M ichael’s lips crashed against mine with surprising force. This was not the gentle first kiss of a friend kissing another friend. No, this was a claiming. And I was there for it. I’d had just enough alcohol to lower my inhibitions and make me forget why this was a bad idea.

I grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer, and he pressed against me, pinning me between the wall and his body. I could feel his erection growing against my belly, heightening my excitement and making my heart pound faster.

Michael nipped at my lower lip, and I opened for him, meeting his thrusting tongue with my own. My nipples ached as they rubbed against the fabric of my bra, and I was pretty sure my panties were incinerated just from what we’d done so far. Michael kissed me urgently, but somehow also like he had all day. It was intoxicating.

By the time he dragged his mouth away from mine, we were both breathing heavily. Michael ran his lips down my neck, then across my collar bone, leaving a trail of little kisses that made me shiver.

I slipped my hands between us, tugging at his buttons, desperate to get some skin to skin contact. I made quick work of unbuttoning his shirt, then pulled it over his shoulders, baring his chest. He wasn’t ripped, but he was fit, with a flat stomach and muscular pecs that were covered by a thin coating of dark hair. I lowered my head, pressing a kiss over his heart.

“I want you, Michael,” I whispered.

He groaned, then tugged on my hair, shifting my face upward. He captured my lips with his again, kissing me deeply while grinding his hips against mine. He grabbed one of my legs, lifting it up to his hip, the motion tilting my hips so he could increase my pleasure. Michael was about three inches taller than me, and we fit together perfectly.

“I can’t decide what I want to do to you first,” he told me, his voice like gravel.

“We’ve got all night, but let’s go into the bedroom,” I suggested. “We’re too old to have sex against the wall.”

“That sounds like a challenge to me,” he said.

“Well, let’s take the challenge when we’re both completely sober then,” I said, even as I realized that I was assuming that this was more than a one-time thing.

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.”