chest.
I moved forward on him and lay on his chest, letting him support the weight of my upper body.
He rocked his hips under me, pushing a little, but not much, and easing back out again. It felt good. So, so, so good. My whole area, from my clit to my butt was tingling, alive, and my pussy was so full and wonderfully stretched.
I was nice and wet, so slippery, and I began rocking my hips in rhythm with his. He pushed against me, pressing deeper, but with the position I was in, I could ease back up on his chest if it got to be too much.
He gently plunged in and out of me, and I moved without thinking.
Pulsing.
Riding.
Rocking.
Like a boat on the ocean.
My orgasm burst out like an opening flower, like a rose, and I felt divinely beautiful in my ecstasy. His hands were all over me, on my ass, on my back, in my hair, on my tits. Such big hands. His touch felt like more than one person, so encompassing.
As I rocked, riding my orgasm to its peak, his breathing changed and his muscles clenched under me, like he was holding back.
I pressed both hands onto his chest so I could hold myself and he could drive into me, a little further. I took more of him inside me, as much as I dared.
He gasped and plunged, his cock impossibly firm inside me, and then it got steamy. His hot seed flowed into me, pumping, and setting off a second wave of my orgasm as he splashed inside me and my eager cervix swooped down automatically, as nature intended, kissing the top of his penis inside me, dipping and dipping against the fluid, and as he flooded me with his warmth and his passion, I shuddered and ground down against his hips, locking him inside me.
We were both panting.
I relaxed my arms and fell down onto his broad chest, glistening with sweat.
My own side also glistened in the soft light, and I was as sweaty as he was.
He started to say something, and I held my finger to his lips to stop him.
“Let me guess,” I said. “Damn?”
He laughed, and his softening cock slipped out a little, reminding me of its presence.
“Am I that predictable?”
“In a good way,” I said. “I liked hearing you say that.”
After a moment, lying like this, his penis started to get hard again, and he nudged it into me, sliding in easily on his own fluid.
I pulled away from him, slipped off, and rolled onto my side. “I need some recovery time!” I said.
He glanced at the LED clock next to the bed and frowned. “How long?”
I shrugged.
“Oh!” he said, sitting up. “If you thought the computerized lights were cool, you should see the bathroom.”
“Lead the way,” I said.
Part 3: Hoping for a Second Date
The rest of the night, my first date with Trevor, was a little more mellow, but still amazing.
I thought we'd have sex again after a shower, but we ended up in his custom tub with jets. The thing was almost the size of a hot tub, but shaped perfectly for two people.
We relaxed in the water with some bubbles. We faced each other, each with our torsos resting in a groove, and I rubbed his feet while he massaged mine.
He said, “Mm, mutual.”
“Mutual is good,” I said.
“This is the life,” he said, and I don't remember much else, because I actually fell asleep, right there in the warm, bubbly tub.
I'd only had a couple glasses of wine at the restaurant, but that, combined with all the sex, and then the hot bath, put me out like a little lamb.
He woke me up and got me toweled off and tucked into bed.
His bed.
With Trevor.
He spooned me, but his cock was getting hard from touching my bum, so I made him roll over the other way. I lay on my side facing his back and spooned him, my arm around his chest, stroking the fur than ran down his midline.
“My teddy bear,” I said.
“I'm a big, bad bear.”
“No, you're a teddy,” I said, and then I crashed.
* * *
In the morning, I was eager to have sex again.
There was nobody in the bed with me.
I walked naked into the palatial bathroom, expecting to find him in