I reached for my glass of chilled wine and started to take a drink, and it was at that moment that I had an interesting idea.  After taking a long sip, I discreetly held it in my mouth then turned my attention back to him… when I took him in, his eyes popped open and his jaw dropped.  The shocking combination of cool and warm, wet and rough nearly drove him out of his mind, and his hands went from running through my hair to tugging it at the roots in feverish bliss.  “Ahhhhh…. Ohhhhhhh…..oh, ****, yeah…. Ohhhhhhh….”, Nic moaned, gently pumping his hips to some crazy native rhythm that only he could hear.  “Amazing… you’re amazing… your sweet, hot little lips… you suck me off so good… mmmmmm….”.  He couldn’t say enough, and couldn’t get enough, at least at first.  He’d kick his head back, eyes squeezed shut, then watch me work my magic on him.  I hoped I was doing everything he liked, but after a few minutes of restraint he held my face in his hands and gently pulled away, licking his lips nervously.

I asked him if anything was wrong, and he said nothing but shook his head quickly.  “No, no… I want you now.  I’m ready for it.”.  His eyes were clouded over with hunger, almost looking through me, and he pushed me down on the carpet with him.  This time he was a bit gentler, but I soon realized he was just saving his energy.  Straddling me and pulling my shirt over my head, he took a few moments to admire my breasts, stroking my chest and neck with his fingertips in a circular motion.  He bent down to kiss my breastbone gently, nuzzling his face in my cleavage and grinning like a little boy, then reached around to unhook my bra.  I was amazed at his sweaty, trembling hands… when I asked him if he was nervous, he seemed bemused.  “No, I just want to do this right.”, he breathed, then leaned closer to me, so close his lips brushed against my earlobe.  “I wanna make you feel good… I wanna make your fantasies come true, touch you the way you need it…”, he chuckled softly.  “I hope you’re ready!”.

Without needing a response, Nic pulled off my bra and suckled my nipples greedily, cupping them in his hands and lapping at them with long strokes.  He was sensational, the way he loved every inch of my chest with his lips and tongue, and I found myself intuitively tipping my pelvis closer to him in response.  When he was finished, he sat upright and rubbed his cock on my stomach, in mild contemplation.  “Do you like that?”, he whispered, but he could see that I did… I liked everything he was doing.  Caressing my breasts again, he moved in a little closer, sandwiching himself between them… he was so entranced by the sight of his rod sliding in and out of my cleavage, for a minute I thought he wouldn’t be able to stop!  I found myself watching as well… from my point of view, it was truly surreal.  I had been closer to him that night than I ever imagined I would be, and stroking my hands over his back side helped to ground me, to keep my head from spinning out of control. 

At length he moved on to attending the rest of my body, and his grasping mouth found every place on my body that needed his touch.  He closed his eyes as he searched them out, working from my neck down…. I’d never had a man do that to me before, and I think he might have sensed that because he was especially ardent, licking and tickling and sucking and massaging.  By the time he finished at my toes, I was sedated and completely at his command… he had taken energy from my body with every kiss, and when he lifted my legs over his shoulders and began rubbing me gently, I knew he was ready to give it back.

Bracing my legs, he gazed deeply into my eyes, with a naughty smirk on his face. He leaned forward, still holding my legs and never breaking eye contact with me, and gave me a sweet, soft kiss on the nose… strangely enough, this one simple act made me blush more than anything else he’d done to me so far.  With my legs splayed out awkwardly, leaving me vulnerable to him, he guided himself closer with one hand.  The tip of his cock brushed against me gently, waiting for the right moment.

“You’re so wet.  How’d you get so wet, hmmm?”, he teased me.  His shallow, rapid breathing betrayed his cool demeanor – he was ready to strike!

I could barely speak.  “Hmmm, I wonder…”.

He could stand it no longer, and leaned on his forearms for balance.  Lightly nuzzling my shoulder, he pierced me with a steady thrust.  Feeling him inside me so suddenly took me by surprise, and it stung for a moment… he felt my initial tension, but was lost in the bliss.  “Ohhhhhhhh… ohhhhh, you’re tight.  So tight… I had no idea… don’t move.  Just lay there… don’t move”, he said softly, his face tilted to the ceiling, eyes closed, with an expression of rapture and pain mixed together.  I wasn’t sure why he wanted me to lie still, but something told me he had his reasons.  After resting for almost a minute, I started to feel him almost pulsing inside me, and he pulled out until the tip was resting against me.

“I want to show you something… touch it.”, he instructed, and when I did it felt very warm and slick, but it didn’t jump at my touch.  “I’m not as sensitive now.  Helps me last longer.”.  He looked at his cock, then looked up at me mischievously.

“How did you learn to do that?”, I asked, immediately regretting it.  He mercifully refused to answer, but instead kissed me deeply, soulfully.

“Mmmmm… doesn’t matter.  You can teach it to the next man you meet.  And he’s gonna be so damn lucky to have you… you’re so sexy, you’re on fire.  I didn’t think I would have a chance with you.  I almost didn’t try, you know that?  I was just gonna watch you all night, but you made me so hot I couldn’t stand it.”.  He was babbling like a madman, fumbling with his cock, still fully aroused.  Once he found his way back inside me, he plunged furiously, aching to explore me more deeply than anyone else ever had.  Gripping my legs and spreading them wide, Nic showed me no mercy or predictability, alternating between smooth gliding and brutal pounding, and I would have been afraid of being bruised if it didn’t feel so fantastic.  He was good, good, good… once he reached his home stretch, he gritted his teeth and forced himself to slow down, taking me with him down that path he’d already shown me many times that night.      

“Oh, oh baby, you gotta be quiet… don’t scream, they’ll hear you!”, he warned, flush with fever.  He bent down and muted me with his tongue, kissing me openly and letting me claw his back in ecstasy, still pummeling away at me.  “You love it… you love it when I’m inside you, ****ing you, making you sweat?”, he hissed just seconds before he made one hell of a noise himself, and despite the moment I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing.  If anyone heard him climax, they weren’t brave enough to knock on the door like the other fool did! 

After we caught our breath, I felt a bit awkward, not knowing what was expected of me at this point.  Was he going to treat me like a cheap piece of ass, just another star struck chick that could be had for some pretty words and a few glasses of wine?  Erring on the side of paranoia, I started to gather my things without even looking at him, but he tenderly held my hand and kissed it, like he did earlier.  I was pleasantly surprised, but couldn’t look at him. 

“Are you okay?”, he asked.  He almost sounded a little hurt.  I turned to look at him, and he showed a surprisingly engaging side to his nature, begging to cuddle with me on the floor for a few minutes.  “Please don’t run off just yet.  Stay here and relax.  I’m not going to throw you out, if that’s what you’re thinking.  Far from it.”.  Ironically, he was much more concerned with how I felt about him and about what we had done.  Pillow talk and cuddling was actually just as intimate an act, in his mind, as anything else we had shared.  Not wanting to tell him that I was shocked by this, for fear that he would take it the wrong way, I laid with him and enjoyed every second. 

Eventually, he let me get dressed and go back to the hotel, but not before he had my email address.  Before I was escorted downstairs by someone who was a lot more discrete than the other guy, he asked me one last question: