I Love You Stephanie Mahoney
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The Next Step - Chapter One free porn video
I pick my phone up and start composing a text.
I don’t think I can do this…
Before I get any further, I notice that you’re writing a message to me. I stop what I’m doing and pause, curious to see what you’re about to say.
I hope you’re not having second thoughts? There’s a glass of wine waiting for you down here x
I smile. Yet again, it’s like you can read my mind. Your timing is uncanny.
I delete what I had written, take a deep breath and start typing.
You know me too well! See you in 5 mins xx
Throwing my phone in my bag, I check my make-up for the fifteenth time in the last hour, smooth my skirt down over my hips, and remove the key-card from its holder. As the lights go out, I pull the door open and step into the corridor.
Making my way to the lift, I think of everything that has happened in the months leading up to this evening. How we met in an internet chat room. How we chatted about poetry and instantly felt a spark, a sense of strong connection. How we moved to a message app later that day and started sharing our pictures, our voices, and ourselves. How everything happened at such an incredibly fast pace, yet it somehow seemed so perfectly natural, as if we had been destined to find each other on that otherwise dull Thursday morning.
At the time we first connected, we had both been using the site for a while. Neither of us were cyber-sex virgins and we openly discussed our previous erotic encounters, in the virtual sense and in real-life. It was refreshing that we could share such intimate details about our pasts, without fear of rejection or judgment. There was something about you that just instantly put me at ease; I felt I could tell you anything.
This bond that was building between us led to some of the most incredible sexual play sessions I had ever experienced. You blew me away every single time we played together. Our chemistry was off the scale; you could make me wet with a single message. I physically craved you in a way that is too strong to describe in mere words. You had the ability to get so deeply into my mind that I could somehow feel your presence within me. It was like you were inside me, bodily as well as emotionally.
Before you, I had always felt safe about my online dalliances, knowing that the other person was typically thousands of miles away. The chance of these hook-ups ever becoming anything more than a delicious fantasy was minimal. Knowing that you were only a few hours’ drive away from me felt dangerous. I knew that tremendous self-restraint would be required from both of us to ensure that what we had didn’t get in the way of our everyday lives. Whilst we kept discussions about our other commitments to a minimum, we were also aware of what each of us stood to lose if we failed to behave discreetly.
As time went on and we became even closer, our appetites for more contact increased. Despite my hang-ups, we started chatting on the phone, initially just in a friendly way and then becoming more sexual each time. I joked about you popping my phone-sex cherry and how glad I was that I had waited all these years for you to come along. Voice calls then became video calls, pushing the erotic intensity up to a whole new level for both of us.
We knew that the next step would be to meet up, but we also knew how risky this was.
The risk is still in my mind as I step out of the lift and make my way across the hotel foyer and into the bar, where I know you are waiting for me. My stomach is in knots. I can barely breathe. I’m thankful that I settled on wearing ballet pumps because my knees are so weak, I don’t think I could successfully walk in high heels tonight.
When I spot you sitting at a table in the corner, I think I might pass out.
The fantasy is about to become reality.
Slowly, I make my way towards you. When you look up and smile, my insides melt. The nerves are still there, but they are quickly accompanied by strong feelings of excitement and desire.
“Hello,” you say, standing up to greet me when I’m a few steps away from the table.
“Hi,” I reply shyly, my voice barely a whisper.
You hold out your arms, and I gratefully step into them. As your hands find my hips, I rest my head on your shoulder and take in your scent. For a moment, it feels like we are the only two people in the room, or in the entire world, for that matter.
We stay like this for a minute, then you step back to look at me, still smiling, and gently kiss my cheek. Your lips feel warm, even against the heat of my flushed skin. Without taking my eyes away from yours, I reach up and touch your face with my fingertips, slowly tracing down your jawbone and onto your chin.
“Shall we sit down?” you suggest.
I briefly nod and pull out the chair opposite from yours, desperate to still be able to see you and to drink in every tiny detail of my lover, finally here with me in the flesh. Even though we’ve seen each other many times before, it’s like I am somehow seeing you properly for the first time. It fleetingly occurs to me that this is like some horribly over-used, cheesy cliché, but right now, I couldn’t give a fuck. All I care about is committing every second of this encounter to memory. Nothing else matters.
“I ordered red, I hope that’s okay?”
I smile appreciatively, still not composed enough to manage intelligible conversation. You know me well enough to know that red wine is generally my first choice, but if I’m honest, I would drink anything right now if it would calm my fluttering heart.
“What shall we drink to?” you ask, gesturing to my glass as you pick up your own.
I pause for a moment to consider this, consciously trying to slow down my breathing as I try to think of something.
“How about… to taking the next step?”
“To taking the next step,” you repeat. “Cheers!”
“Cheers!” I say, clinking my glass against yours as I watch the reflection from the candle that’s between us flickering in your eyes.
I take a sip. It’s the perfect temperature and temptingly mellow, so much so that it takes considerable restraint to stop me from draining the glass in one go. I decide that whilst it might help me to relax, it wouldn’t be a particularly ladylike thing to do on our first date. I smile as I realise that meeting up with someone for the sole purpose of fucking them is possibly also not the most ladylike behaviour either.
“So, how was your journey?” you ask, keen to keep me talking.
“It was okay,” I reply. “First time I’ve been on a train in over twenty years. It was actually better than I was expecting.”
Once we had decided to meet up, we looked into various options for the best location for our encounter. After going round in circles for a few days, we opted for a countryside hotel in the next county from you. As I won’t drive on motorways, I decided to get the train to the nearby station, then booked a taxi to get to the hotel. Having had nightmares all week about missing it or getting off at the wrong stop, I was relieved to get here with no drama to report.
We continue making friendly small talk as we finish off the bottle of wine, then order another. I’m slowly getting more relaxed and am thoroughly enjoying being in your company. You’re articulate, endearing, and highly skilled at making me laugh. I’ve always thought that you have an incredibly sexy voice and in person, it’s even hotter. It’s only when I start to think of what will happen if we go back to the room that the nerves start building up in my stomach again.
We’ve talked about this situation so many times in advance, yet nothing could’ve prepared me for the reality of this evening.
I try to rationalise my feelings. You already know so much about me. You know about my sexual preferences, my previous partners, my kinks, and my semi-joking fetish involving KFC gravy. You’ve seen enough of my body to know that it’s rather voluptuous and far from perfect, and you’ve told me plenty of times that you’re attracted to real women, not waxed and polished Barbie dolls. But, even after all of this, the thought of finally being naked with you and doing all the things that we have fantasised about for so long terrifies me.
I’m silently battling with these thoughts as you’re telling me a funny anecdote about the website we met on. As if sensing my concerns, you reach across the table and take my hand, stroking my palm with your thumb.
“We don’t have to go through with this,” you whisper. “If you’re not ready, just say. It’s okay.”
I gulp down a sip of wine and focus my attention on our hands, trying to figure out what to do next. You don’t say anything and, even though I’m looking downwards, I know that you’re watching me, trying to find a clue about what’s going on inside my head right now.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, before raising my face to meet yours.
My voice is trembling when I finally speak.
“I want this. I want you. Shall we take our drinks back to the room?”
“Are you sure about that?”
I interlock my fingers with yours and smile. “Come on, let’s go.”
You top up our glasses with the remaining wine and we exit the bar, fingers still entwined as we carry our drinks in our free hands. We manage to get back to the room without spilling any, which is a miracle with how much my hands are shaking. Once outside the room, you take my glass from me whilst I try to find the room key-card, which seems to have sunk to the bottom of my bag.
Once the door is open, I place the card in the slot and the lights come on. You follow me into the room and take in the details of it, choosing to place the glasses on the nearest bedside table.
I bite my lip, unsure of what to say or do next.
When we imagined how tonight would play out, we envisioned sex that was fast and frantic, ripping off each other’s clothes as we tasted the other’s skin and bodily fluids. I can’t remember how many times I came as we discussed the filthy, urgent nature of this first-time fuck, yet now I am frozen to the spot, the confidence that I had in the bar long gone.
I’m more nervous now than I was the night that I lost my virginity, and I am praying that I don’t suffer the same uncontrollable giggle fits that I did on that occasion. I just hope you don’t try to lighten the mood with Star Wars character impersonations; experience tells me that this will not end well if you do.
You step towards me and tenderly place your hands on either side of my face, using your fingers to tuck my hair behind my ears, your smouldering eyes never leaving mine.
“What are you most scared of?” you ask me.
“Disappointing you,” I say, not missing a beat.
“That’s not going to happen. Trust me.”
Before I can reply, your lips are on mine, gently at first and then increasingly more passionate. Your hands are in my hair as your tongue slips into my mouth. I throw my arms around your neck, pulling myself against you and crushing my breasts against your chest.
We continue to kiss for what seems like eternity, our hands roaming each other’s face and body, fingertips brushing against clothing, then tugging it aside to find patches of bare skin. I gasp as you squeeze my tits, then again as you begin unbuttoning my top, before removing it and throwing it on the floor. I respond by undoing your shirt and kissing the base of your neck, then standing up on tiptoes as I playfully nip the skin on your shoulders with my teeth.
Once my skirt and your trousers have joined the pile of clothes at our feet, you gently push me back onto the bed and take me into your arms. I feel the hairs on your chest brushing against my skin as I trail my fingertips down your back. As you reach behind me to unhook my bra, you’re gentling sucking my tongue, which feels divine.
We lie there for a moment, bodies facing each other, our heads resting on the pillow together as we continue to kiss, slowly but fervently. I feel your hand move from stroking the back of my thigh, then running up my side before grasping one of my tits, kneading and massaging it firmly. I moan. It feels incredible.
Carefully rolling me onto my back, freeing your other arm, you lean over me. For a moment, you stay still as we gaze into each other’s eyes, observing the unconcealed desire that we have for one another.
You kiss my mouth again, then my cheek. I feel your beard gently scraping against my soft, delicate skin, making me tingle all over. As your lips find the sensitive spots on my neck, I gasp again.
Sensing that you are about to explore my body, I reach out for the light switch, suddenly feeling anxious about what you will see. Before my fingers find the raised plastic, you’ve gripped my wrist.
“What are you doing?”
“Turning the light off. I think it’ll be better like that.”
“No, it won’t. I want to be able to see you whilst I’m fucking you,” you inform me.
You take my hand and pin it to the side of my head, which instantly excites me.
Whilst our fantasies have always been varied and open-minded, we’ve shared a strong inclination towards rougher sexual encounters since day one. But whilst you want to be in charge and I adore the feeling of being taken, our relationship is not the stereotypical dominant / submissive type. You don’t seek to control or humiliate me; you just want to fuck me and claim me as yours. Any pain caused is not done so on purpose, it’s merely a by-product of the frenzied passion the builds up between us. You describe it as caveman / cavegirl sex. It’s rough, primal, and, at times, borders on animalistic. And it’s fair to say that we both get a kick out of me pretending to resist your advances, just so that you have to use your strength to overpower me.
With this in mind, I’m surprised and mildly disappointed when you release your grip, but when you use your hands to cup each of my tits, you are quickly forgiven. I close my eyes and savour the delightful sensations as your mouth brushes over my shoulders and collarbone. I feel your fingertips pressing into the flesh at the sides of my boobs as your thumbs begin to circle just outside of my nipples, teasingly.
Kneeling either side of my hips, you continue to move down my body. Leaving a trail of wet kisses through the centre of my breastbone, you continue to arouse me with your fingers, ever-so-slightly brushing my sensitive tips, which makes me whimper. My nipples are now plump and swollen; I’m not sure they have ever been this sensitive before.
As your tongue makes its way over the vast amount of smooth flesh and onto the puckered skin, I feel lightheaded. Slowly – so slowly that I know you’re doing this on purpose to drive me crazy – I feel your hot breath on my teats as your mouth hovers enticingly over them.
Just when I think I am about to combust with pure need and desire, your mouth latches onto my nipple, sucking it hard. I cry out. You slowly release it, swapping the action for some delicate tongue flicks that make me arch my back, pushing my F-cup breasts upwards and closer to you.
Before I have adjusted to this change in sensation, you switch it up a gear.
“Fuck!” I moan through gritted teeth as you begin to suckle, noisily, before turning your attention to the other side of my cleavage.
As you continue to feast on my sensitive flesh, I stroke your neck and head, holding your mouth where I most want it. I never want this to end, it’s that good.
But it would seem that you’re keen to continue exploring me.
Releasing my nipple – after you’ve gently grazed it with your teeth, causing me to yelp – you begin kissing your way down my ribs and onto my stomach. I feel so vulnerable, so self-conscious, and yet the appreciative noises that you’re making would suggest that you are enjoying what’s on offer.
Your mouth reaches the top of my underwear and you take your time to kiss across the line where the waistband meets the skin, starting on one side and slowly working your way to the other. I feel your fingertip tracing down the triangle of intricately patterned black lace that’s covering my pubic area, and I can’t help but giggle as I remember a previous conversation that we had ages ago.
You had picked up on my usage of the phrase ‘drenched thong’ in an erotic story that I had written, which seemed to spark your imagination and arouse you.
I wonder if that’s on your mind as well as mine right now.
“Well, is it?” you ask, mischievously, confirming my thoughts.
“Why don’t you be the judge of that?”
Your finger slips under one of the sides and wanders down towards the soaking crotch.
“Fuck, you are drenched!”
“I think you already knew that, didn’t you?”
You don’t reply. Instead, you kiss the tops of my thighs as you start tugging at the edges of my thong. I instinctively lift my hips up to make it easier for you. The pool of moisture collecting at the bottom has stuck the fabric to me like a second skin, but you carefully peel it away, inhaling my scent as you expose my most intimate parts.
Once the damp lace garment is on the floor, you lie between my legs, using your thumbs to push my thighs wider apart. It feels as if time has stood still as you look at me, and I can feel the warmth of your breath on my skin, you’re that close.
By the time that you trail your fingertips over my mound and down to my glistening lips, my breathing has become rapid with excitement. As you part them, my pussy muscles clench, pleasurably, whilst my thighs begin to quiver. Lust is consuming my body, and I cannot stay still. Sensing my need for contact, you get to work, kissing and licking my clitoris and dragging your tongue down the length of my slit. I feel you probing the entrance to my cunt, and I moan as you lap up the musky juices surrounding it.
My back arches as one of your hands reaches up to play with my tits at exactly the same moment as you slide a finger inside me. My senses are reaching overload. When you add a second finger and start sliding them in and out, I bend my legs up, knees in the air and feet wide apart, imploring you to carry on. Your response is to curl your fingers as they search out my g-spot; at this point, I feel like I might detonate.
“Stop!” I pant as your fingers get faster. “I’m going to cum soon!”
“Good,” I hear you reply, your voice muffled as your tongue continues to lash against my clit.
I know you well enough to know that this isn’t some elaborate tease and that your intention is to bring me to an explosive orgasm.
I want this.
I need this.
As I feel myself starting to tense, my hands slide onto your head, pressing you closer to me. Reading the signs, you increase the pace at which you are finger-fucking me and begin to squeeze and pinch the tumescent nipple that your other hand has been pleasuring.
“Ohhhhhhh fuuuuuuuck!” I scream out as my cunt begins to contract rapidly around your fingers, drenching them with my nectar.
Holding perfectly still, you wait for my climax to subside before releasing and removing your hands.
“That was… incredible!” I murmur, fighting to get my breath back.
You slide back up my body and kneel between my thighs. I wonder if you’ll give me time to recover before moving onto the next activity, but one look into your eyes tells me otherwise.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” you inform me as you tower over me, your strong arms on either side of my shoulders.
My eyes slowly move down your body, resting on your cock, which is already rock solid.
You see me looking at you and you grab one of my hands, wrapping my fingers around your dick and squeezing them with your own digits.
“Feel how much you turn me on,” you demand, your voice almost a growl now.
I gasp as I realise just how hard you are, whilst also appreciating girth.
Releasing my hand, you begin to lower yourself towards me, rubbing your erection up and down my wet slit, coating it with my slick juices before using your fingers to line up the swollen head of your cock with the entrance to my pussy. Watching me intently, you take my hands and hold them above my head, your fingers tightly gripping my wrists.
Without saying a word, you slowly begin pushing yourself inside me.
I moan as I feel you trying to gain entry. For a moment, I’m not sure if you’re going to fit – my muscles have tightened up after my orgasm – but then you thrust harder, determined to access me after all these months of waiting. As if by magic, we both feel the moment where my pussy begins to yield, stretching around you, fitting like a glove.
Pinning my hands tighter against the soft feather pillows, you begin to push deeper inside me, your eyes boring into mine with a look of pure lust. I spread my legs wider for you and the expression on your face tells me that this is exactly what you wanted, for it allows you to get further inside my tight hole.
I know that your greatest urge is to fill me completely, to reach my ultimate depths and to mark this as your territory. As I pull up my thighs and wrap my legs around your hips, I know that you’ll get what you want tonight.
Kissing my neck and shoulders, you start to speed up, pounding me further into the mattress with every thrust. I see the moment when you transition from man to beast and your primal instincts take over. I don’t think you could stop now if you wanted to. That urge, that desire to fill me with your seed, ensuring that I have a part of you left in me for hours to come, is too great. You need to possess me, to claim me as yours as you empty your balls inside me, your woman, your lover.
That moment is now.
I feel your body tensing as you fuck me hard and fast. Using one hand to pin both of mine above my head, your free one mauls and gropes my ample tits, before resting on my neck.
“You. Are. Mine,” you growl, burying yourself inside me and beginning to spurt vast ropes of hot cum into the depths of my pussy.
I lie there, transfixed, watching as your arousal peaks and then gradually dwindles. Releasing your grip on me, you gently ease yourself out, knowing that my pussy will be tender from the intense fucking that it has just received.
Laying your head on the pillow beside mine, you gather me into your arms, wrapping them around me protectively as you kiss my forehead. I snuggle my head into your shoulder, listening to your breathing as you try to get it back under control.
“I’m so glad we finally did this,” I whisper, pulling even closer into you.
“Me too.”
We rest for a while, you playing with my hair, me stroking your arm, neither of us saying anything. Then a thought comes to me and I lean up on my elbow to look at you.
“Do you think we’ve made a mistake doing this?” I ask.
“In what way?”
“Well, haven’t we effectively concluded our journey together? If this was the last step for us to take, there’s nowhere left to go, is there?”
You look at my face, full of concern, and start laughing, which instantly pisses me off.
“Why is that so amusing?”
“Because if you think that was the last step, you’re very much mistaken.”
“How come? We’ve fucked in real life; what else is there left to do?”
“Oh, I can think of plenty of things,” you murmur, suggestively, as your fingers slip between my arse cheeks. “Now get some sleep. You’re going to need it.”
And for once, I do as I’m told.
Lizbeth
- 06.04.2020
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