Sparks Between Us

I’ve been craving a man. Closeness. Pleasure. And you appear at my door.

God, I love Tinder.

He’s got a narrow, firm frame, green eyes, and tanned olive skin.

“You’re even more handsome in person,” I compliment. He takes it well.

I welcome him in.

“I like your place,” he says, taking in my 400 square foot studio in the wrong part of town. “I love the art. Are any of these you?”

I point to the stained glass-looking, rock-em sock-em robots.

I nod to the bed, shrug. “There really is no other place to sit.”

We sit on the edge. Close. He asks me about work. I ask about his thesis, the research projects he’s been part of about attraction and love. I’m fascinated.

His hand finds mine. I’m so at ease. I just met him a few minutes ago but he feels like a boyfriend.

I squeeze his hand, lean in, and kiss him. He tastes like summer; warm, lovely, and like something you never want to end.

His hands get to work, knowing my face, running through my hair, tracing down my arms, my back. He can feel my back arch as he caresses my lower back.

We undress each other.

He marvels at my tits, holding them, admiring. “Oh, my god. They’re perfect.”

His hands explore down my stomach with intention, like he’s a cartographer charting my typography. Chart away.

Soft kisses float over my breasts, stomach, thighs. Smooth, soothing, teasing and tensing my body.

“Your body... wow. You are even better than anything I could ever want.”

His fingers find me wet. Ready. But he’s in no rush.

He sucks on my nipples as he fingers me. I can’t help but moan.

I clutch his hair, run my fingers over his ears, tug on his earlobes.

I pull his mouth up to mine. I kiss him, deeply.

I’m getting close. My body tenses under his. My thighs shake. Back arches.

After I cum, I wrap my legs around him, kissing his ears.

“I love how vocal you are.” He smiles into my ear.

“I can’t help it,” I admit breathlessly.

I’m giddy and breathless from the orgasm. So intense.

He puts a condom on and pushes into me. For a guy with a narrow frame, he has a great cock.

“Woah. You are tight.”

“Thanks.” I smile and cock one eyebrow. He pulses into me. Just the tip at first. I’m practically squirming with pleasure. His abs look incredible when he’s on top of me. So fit.

I run my hands down his chest, digging my nails in to emphasise my pleasure.

He’s driving deeper into me now. My body loves it. My moans let him know. I grab his ass, pull him even deeper. My moans get louder, lower, more primal as I near climax.

He grabs my breasts, teases my nipples to intensify it.

“Yes. YES!” I groan. It comes from the back of my throat. Primal pleasure. My back rocks as I cum.

He kisses me. “You’re gorgeous.”

He flips one of my legs over him, maneuvering himself to the bed. Then he pulls me on top of him, my back on his chest.

My ass grinds into him while he thrusts into me. His hands play with my breasts, teasing my hard nipples more.

Without thinking, my hand goes to my clit making quick rhythmic circles. I want to come on him again.

His hands clench my breasts harder—he’s close. His pelvis rocks. I’m close too.

He moans in my ear as I cry out—the illusive simultaneous orgasm.

***

He spends the night, unbothered by my small bed.

I wake up to his hard cock pressing between my ass cheeks.

Fuck. Yes.