Page 8 of Dear One Night Stand
“Would you ever go back?”
“Before tonight, I would have probably said no.” She looks up at me. “But after seeing you perform, I remembered why I loved doing what I did.”
“Well, I want to see you perform on the stage one day.”
She smiles and runs off towards the large fountain just ahead of us. I jog to catch up with her. She digs in her small clutch and pulls out two coins. I watch as she closes her eyes and smiles as she tosses one of the coins into the fountain.
“What did you wish for?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “I can’t tell you that.”
I hold out my hand and take the other coin. I follow her lead and close my eyes too. I have a feeling she thinks she knows what I’m about to wish for, but it’s so much more.
ANNIE
I don’t bother asking him what he wished for, but part of my wish comes in the form of a text response from Marnie.
ME: Are you home?
MARNIE: Nope. I’m staying at Joshua’s house tonight.
MARNIE: You’re welcome.
ME: Thank you! XOXO
We stop on the stoop outside my building. There is suddenly an air of uncertainty that surrounds us. Chris is too much of a gentleman to ask to come up, even though I’m pretty sure we both want him to.
“Do you want to come up for a drink?” I ask.
Chris looks up at the apartment windows and then back at me. “Is Marnie home?”
I shake my head and grab the lapels of his pea coat and pull him against me. I can feel his hard cock pressed against me, and heat pools in my lower belly. Our lips are so close that I can feel each puff of his breath.
He swallows hard. “Are you sure? We can take it slow if you want.”
I shake my head again, my words catching in my throat. It's been a while since I've slept with anyone, and never on the first date, if you can even call tonight an actual date.
“Lead the way,” he says, his voice gruff with emotion.
We head up the steps, and I fumble with the key in the lock when Chris pulls my hair off my neck and starts just below my earlobe.
I force myself to concentrate until I can finally get the door unlocked. We head inside, moving quickly up the steps to my apartment. This lock is much easier because Chris has realized that letting me get the door open quicker means naked time sooner.
We are barely in the door when Chris closes the door and presses me against it. His hard body pushing against mine as his bruising kiss devours me. His hands expertly remove my jacket and my cardigan. He kneels in front of me and unties the laces of my boots. I feel him roll my tights down my legs and the cool air in the apartment mixed with his hot breath on my legs sends goosebumps shivering up my body.
“I imagined undressing you all night,” he breathes out, as his large hands move up my outer thighs and gripping the lace fabric of my panties.
I can barely catch my breath as his tongue licks up the wet folds of my pussy. My arms flail about, needing something, anything to hold on to as I cry out in pleasure.
Chris lifts one of my legs over his shoulder for better access and grips my ass to help steady me. I run my fingers into his soft hair and hold on as the orgasm inside me grows to heights I've never experienced with only someone's mouth.
“Oh my god!” I yell, and this only urges him on.
I close my eyes and let myself go, losing myself to this gorgeous man I only just met, but he's already so much more to me. I scream out my release, my legs feeling like they’ve turned to mush, and I can barely stand on my own.
Chris stands and kisses me. I can taste me on his lips, and this drives me wild. I'm ready for more. I want to feel him inside me.
I kick the tights off my left foot and grab him by the hand. I lead him down the hall to my room and close the door.
