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  Now, I was being corny, but he didn’t seem to mind. He laughed and kissed me again, pulling me against his body. My frame was slender but shapely. The right things were full and round. He was tall and lean. I liked the site of his darker, eastern complexion against my own milky white color. I liked the feel of his hairy chest pressing against me and squashing my breasts.

  As his kisses turned into bites along my neck, I squirmed and clung to him, digging my nails in and trying not to be so enthralled already. I had no balance and weak knees.

  Before I could become a puddle at his feet, he pulled away and turned me toward the bed. I followed his lead and climbed onto it happily. I crawled over to the opposite side, leaving room for him to join me, but he remained standing.

  “Come on,” I said, sitting upright and beckoning him with a finger.

  “No, you come,” he replied, stepping to the edge of the bed.

  I made my way back across the bed to him and rose up on my knees. I was too short to look him straight in the eye, but our gazes met. He didn’t say a word, only pushed my hair away from my face. My head rolled to one shoulder, following the touch of his hand.

  My head returned to the center as his hand continued to make its way down my shoulder, arm, and eventually came to a stop at my hip. I took Tarek’s example and began to enjoy his body as well, leaning up to wrap my arms back around his neck. I kissed him briefly and then gave one solid bite to his neck, savoring being so close.

  As I dug my nails and teeth into his shoulders, sides, and torso, he began to become as wobbly as I had been. Occasionally, he would moan or raise a hand to grip my hair. Eventually, his hands remained in my hair as I touched and kissed him, gripping tighter and tighter. He removed one hand to start working with the button of his jeans, intending to undress, but I placed a hand over his to move it out of the way.

  “Annie,” he called to me softly.

  I kissed his abdomen just above the button of his jeans as I unfastened them. Then I looked up at him as I slowly lowered his zipper. From the angle I was at, he only seemed taller, larger.

  “Yes?” I asked,

  “Nothing,” he gasped. “This just feels amazing.

  I smiled and returned my focus to unzipping his pants to reveal him. I placed my hands on his waist and lowered his pants to find him hard and ready for me. His cock jutted out, dark and long. I hesitated to take him into my mouth, wondering if he would be expecting me to manage the full length orally.

  I knew I couldn’t, but the idea of trying seemed more than worthwhile. I sat at the edge of the bed and took Tarek’s swollenness in my hands, beginning to work him back and forth. He released a loud moan immediately and began rocking his hips, moving himself in longer strokes. I kept my fists wrapped around him, working in tandem.

  “Uh, yes, Annie,” he groaned softly, placing his hands back in my hair.

  I expected him to begin pressing my head to him and guiding the process, but he didn’t. He left this moment to my control and pace. When I did something he particularly enjoyed, like moving one hand to massage his balls or rub the skin of his perineum, he pulled at my hair.

  “Fuck yeah, babe,” he said loudly when I lightly flicked my tongue along the tip of his penis.

  He couldn’t restrain himself after this slight touch. One hand gripped my hair tighter as the other moved to the back of my head. He held my head forward slightly, moving it rapidly back and forth on the tip of his penis.

  “Suck it harder,” he commanded.

  I did. I placed my mouth so that my lips sat just past the head of his cock, and I sucked as if trying to get the last drops out of a cup with a straw. Instead of the gurgling noises that come from the last sips of a beverage, I heard the pleased moans of a man I had only known a day or so.

  He kept a hand at the back of my head but removed mine from his member. He opted to place his own there. I had sucked until his head had reddened some. He began to rub along his shaft slowly, and I wanted to taste him again.

  “I probably can’t fit all that in my mouth,” I confessed.

  “Most women can’t, but there isn’t much you could do that I wouldn’t enjoy,” he replied.

  I continued to look at his length as he continued to run his hand along it. He had begun to move his hips back and forth as well as moving his hand. I felt myself starting to salivate a little and swallowed hard.

  “I think you can do more than you let yourself try. Your trend seems to be holding yourself back out of fear and lowered expectations,” he said. “Everything in your life can be as good and enjoyable as you make it. What do you want this to be?”

  Heeding his words, I realized that I had let fate do all the work in my life. It kept setting me up with opportunities to change and find some happiness. I patiently did nothing every time, waiting for the moments to pass.

  Tonight, I wanted a more active role in shaping my experience. I wanted to experience Tarek fully.

  With a couple of deep breaths, I leaned forward and attempted to do just that. My first reach down to his cock left several inches to be explored, but I hungrily repeated the motion, progressing forward. I persisted this way with each stroke being longer and reaching further, as I took my time trying to fully achieve my goal.

  Tarek moaned and slowly worked his hips, reciprocating my motion. Occasionally, I would pause, holding him at the back of my throat. In these moments, he would press his hand a little more firmly to the back of my head, helping me down as much as my jaw and throat would allow. The more I had, the more I wanted and tried.

  “Damn,” he said, followed by a long moan and panting. “Annie, uh. Oh, Annie, let me know if I hurt you, but I’ve got to.”

  Before I could try to pull back, he placed both hands back on my head and began moving more roughly. My head bounced along, and spit began collecting in my mouth. He pulled back briefly, and I swallowed as best as I could, but he was almost immediately back inside, working my mouth harder.

  Unexpectedly enjoying the lack of control, I realized I went back to his cock just as eagerly. I could feel us pushing through the wall I had felt before; I could see the base of his shaft being a little closer with each move. I began to match his moans with my own, delighted with my skill and the feeling of having him have his way with me.

  Suddenly, he gripped me firmly in place and began only pushing forward. My hums and moans became a steady ah sound. My lips and nose pressed firmly to his skin. My bottom lip touched his balls. He pulsated in my mouth and throat, trying to savor the feeling and not move in a way that would hurt me. I tried to catch short breaths through my nose but knew my victory would be short lived.

  I pulled back to take a breath and coughed, gagging a little as his cock made its retreat. “Are you okay? I know that was a lot, and I got carried away,” he said, sitting on the bed next to me.

  “No, I’m great,” I breathed. “I want to feel you buried in me, and this time, I know I can take it.”

  “Oh, you have no idea what you’re in for now,” he replied, rolling on top of me.

  ***

  Tarek

  “I know that I’m going to do my damnedest to take whatever you dish out and serve a little something right back to you,” Annie replied, making herself more comfortable underneath me.

  Her wiggling made me want to skip the build up and foreplay and just jackhammer my cock into her until I left her a creamy mess, but something deeper made me want to ravage her body piece by piece – leg, thigh, arm, and breast.

  I took a moment to work my way down her body, removing her skirt and panties. Then I committed each part of her body to memory as I slowly made my way back, lying next to her.

  “If you wanted to serve me the sweetest part of you like last night, I wouldn’t complain,” I replied.

  I lowered myself onto her and rolled the tip of my tongue from her bottom lip to the tip of the top, and felt hips bend and arch beneath me. As her lips parted slightly, she panted and made a soft uhn sound. I repe
ated the motion and this time she lifted her head and captured my tongue lightly between her teeth. She lowered her head, and mine, wrapping her arms around my neck to kiss me.

  I followed her direction and kissed her, letting my tongue rove all over her mouth, massaging hers that played back. Her legs splayed for me, welcoming my hips between them.

  I had both my hands on either side of her upper body, but I moved all my weight to my left to have more freedom with my right hand. As I ran my hand along her body to her hip, she clutched me tighter and moved against me more. She slowed and then moved in a deeper downward motion once I placed my hand on the next place I planned to enter her.

  I didn’t immediately place my fingers inside of her, not even the tip of one. Instead, I laid them flat over her clit and pressed. I rubbed in firm circles, up and down, slowly. When I felt her begin to wet my fingertips, I folded them forward slightly, tucking them just inside her entry while I continued rubbing.

  Her hips circled and ground back against me, as she moaned and began to cum loudly.

  “Tarek,” she called to me in a soft, languishing tone. “Tarek, give me more.”

  “I like a woman who is willing to make a request,” I encouraged.

  I gave her what she asked, moving lower to make better use of my hand and add my lips and tongue to the party. I continued to trace one fingertip around her entrance as I began to lick her slowly. At first, it was a simple, quick flicking. I went up and down and side to side teasing her body. Then I began taking longer laps with my tongue. I moved my hand and jutted my tongue inside her, mimicking an imaginary wave. Her body made a similar ripple motion as her pleasure heightened.

  “Tarek more, please, more,” she said louder.

  I felt my blood run hotter at the sound of her voice and the words that came out. I slid and arm under each thigh where it met her hip, pulling her more to my face. I wanted my tongue deeper. I wanted to taste her more.

  I wanted to fuck her and feel her wetness running down my cock and making my balls sticky as they collided against my own cream spilling back out of her and pouring down her ass.

  We both released a loud moan as I pulled my face away from her. I looked down at her and grabbed my cock, rubbing it fast and squeezing tight. She rolled and squirmed beneath me, placing her own fingers where my face had been.

  I grabbed her arm and slid her fingers slightly higher to rub and participate as I placed myself inside of her. Although she was well lubricated from sheer pleasure, she was a more than snug fit. I could feel her opening to me, but I could also feel her tensing up.

  “I’m hurting you,” I observed, pulling back.

  She immediately pulled me close again. Her tits bulged and jiggled between us as she continued to move underneath me.

  “Annie, if it hurts, we can start slow,” I offered.

  “I don’t want to wait or ease into anything. It feels good. It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. It hurts, but it hurts in a way that I don’t want to stop,” she said, continuing to move underneath me.

  I raised my back and placed my hands on her hips again. This time, I lifted her hip slightly and pressed her knees back to her chest. She wrapped an arm behind each leg to help and looked up at me, ready.

  The walls and muscles of her body relaxed and opened more, letting me further into her. She moaned and continued to move her hips, raising them higher to me with each thrust, her body asking me to go deeper into her. Finally, she put her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her, sandwiching her legs between us and taking my length fully.

  She cried out in pain and pleasure, but only paused for a moment. She gripped me and called out my name, practically vibrating underneath me as she rocked her body in enjoyment.

  I felt myself pulsing and wanting inside of her, just as pleased with the feeling. I felt my head bearing down into the deepest parts of her until it felt like I had hit a wall. I wanted to pound against it furiously until I had knocked it down.

  After a moment, I couldn’t help but choose the second option. Annie followed my lead as I made large rounded movements with my hips, but she never loosened her grip around my neck. It was unlike any sensation I had ever experienced, and every move and sound she made showed me that she felt the same, if not more strongly.

  Her moans grew louder and louder in my ear. I felt my testicles drawing higher and everything in my groin tightening. Her body seemed to be opening and closing around me like a winking eye or smacking mouth, pulling everything out of me. I could feel her sapping me of my energy and cream as I plunged into her with everything I had as far as I could.

  As I groaned and filled her, I felt her twitch at the surprise of my warmth. She sucked in her breath a little, and I looked at her to see an expression of pleasure. Then she let out a deep sigh and shuddered. Everything between us felt warmer and wetter.

  “We should get cleaned up,” she said after a moment.

  I nodded. Then I rolled onto my back and pulled her on top of me.

  “We will, eventually,” I said, raising my upper body and wrapping her legs around me.

  Annie put her hands in my hair and brought my face to hers. She kissed me like an uncaged tiger. Now, she knew what she wanted, and she intended to claim it.

  She tilted her head and arched her back as she brought me forward to kiss and suckle her breasts. She raised one of my hands to them and guided it on how she wanted to be touched and grabbed. All the while she was rubbing herself against me. Everything was slowly dripping from her and down my cock.

  It was a slick mess, but a turn on all the same.

  “Help me,” Annie said, bouncing on me.

  I reached between us and stroked her a moment before aiming my cock into her again. Once she felt the tip in place, she didn’t need anything else. She slid down as far as she could and had me in completely after a few tough strokes. The action only served to lubricate her more because soon she was bouncing on my cock and moaning again. I was already waiting to cum with her again.

  The night continued this way until late, nearly sunrise. Then we slept briefly and had an encore before breakfast.

  Chapter 7

  Annie

  “So, I will cook, and you can keep me company,” I said, putting away the things we had considered eating the night before when things took a different direction.

  “I don’t mind helping if you don’t mind things a little burnt,” Tarek replied.

  “I can manage,” I replied, laughing. “Do you know what you are in the mood for? The milk and eggs were unopened and still in date. There are frozen sausages in the refrigerator. If there is flour I can make biscuits, but with flour and sugar, we could have pancakes.

  It was strange that being in the home of someone I didn’t know with someone I barely knew made me feel comfortable and more like myself than I had ever felt before. I didn’t know where a thing was in the kitchen or what there was as far as ingredients. I had no idea what the day would bring, and I hadn’t had much sleep in two days.

  Still, I felt happy. I felt alive. I just didn’t know how Tarek felt. I didn’t know how I felt about him.

  Until Tarek verbally knocked the wind out of me.

  “I haven’t been honest with you,” he announced.

  I stopped looking through the cabinets, but I didn’t turn to face him. Instead, I stared at the boxed goods in front of me. There was a variety of pasta made from vegetables and whole grain as well as brown rice, flax seed, and quinoa.

  “I don’t think there is anything we will need in this cabinet,” I said, uncertain how to respond.

  “I don’t just mean a lie of omission,” he continued. “I mean, there are one or two things I have told you that aren’t entirely true.”

  I turned to face him, holding an unopened bottle of honey and a partially used bottle of syrup.

  “Why are you coming clean now?” I asked, leaning back against the counter beneath the open cabinet.

  He came to rest on the
counter beside me.

  “I don’t know. I felt something telling me I should, so I am,” Tarek replied.

  I wasn’t sure what to make of his confession. I played with the bottles of sweet topping in my hands for a moment to buy time, but I knew it wouldn’t be much.

  “Do you want the truth?” Tarek asked.

  “I want to know whatever you think I should. I think by now I should be able to trust you, right?” I replied, hoping he wasn’t about to reveal anything to make me regret all that had happened between us, particularly last night.

  “I hope you trust me,” he replied. “I trust you. I think that’s why I blurted that out the way I did. I just need to be honest with you.”