They were close to Curtis’ condo by the time she decided she did want to have sex after all. He held the door for her as they entered his building. Sa-waannkkyy!
They got in the elevator, and as the doors closed he came up real close to her, forcing her to step back so she was up against the wall. Towering over her as he looked down, he held her neck. Resting his thumb under her chin, his lips close to hers. She longed for him to kiss her, just as the doors opened. He only lived on the second floor. What a tease.
Curtis held the door for her again as they entered his condo. Holy shit it was gorgeous. Open concept, beautiful hardwood floors, floor to ceiling windows, and a gorgeous kitchen with a decent sized island considering the square footage. He guided her to the couch and set up the TV before heading in to the kitchen to grab them both some waters.
When Curtis returned, he set the drinks down on the table, sat on the couch, and lifted his arm to have her snuggle in beside him. She got comfortable next to him and they started watching the show. Inevitably, Curtis’ hands started to wander.
First he felt her up over her shirt. Slowly and sensually, he then reached in under her bra and she felt a wave of electricity course through her entire body. She turned her head and looked up at him, and he kissed her deeply while he continued to caress her.
They made out on the couch for a while. She felt like a teenager again, not moving past second base. It was nice to take it slow, to feel the intense attraction build between them. Eventually, Curtis used his deep, dominant voice and ordered her to go to the bedroom.
She stood up, and he stood up behind her. He gently glided his hands from her shoulders down her arms. He then grabbed her by the wrists and crossed her arms behind her, holding them together with one hand. “Walk”, he ordered. She obeyed.
They reached the bedroom, and Curtis ordered her to take her clothes off. She did as she was told, but felt extremely vulnerable standing there naked. Whenever she found herself in that position, she preferred to lay down as soon as humanly possible. She went to get on the bed but Curtis stopped her. “Wait,” he said. “Let me look at you. Give me a spin…”
She did as she was told, hiding her stomach with her hands as she did so. “You are absolutely gorgeous,” he told her. “Did you know that?” “No..” she replied honestly. “Who told you you weren’t?” He asked. “Me…” she whispered. He then walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her naked waist. “I was going to say, I’ll have to beat up whoever said that to you. But if it’s you, maybe you should just be punished…” She smirked as she looked up at him. “I’m telling you. You’re gorgeous.” He said softly but firmly. “Don’t let yourself think otherwise…”
She wanted to both jump his bones and burst in to tears at the same time. Fortunately, instead, he got back in to Dom mode and ordered her to lay on her back. Again, she did as she was told, and Curtis hooked both his arms around the inside of her knees, pulling her to the edge of the bed. He then kneeled down, and began kissing her legs from her ankles upwards. Her entire body tingled and she gripped the sheets as he started pleasuring her with his soft lips and strong tongue.
Earlier at the restaurant, Curtis had consistently joked about his dick being below average size. For a man who was 6’1 and a solid 200something pounds, she figured he was just underselling himself so she would be pleasantly surprised if he wasn’t the biggest she’d ever seen. She soon discovered, though, that Curtis was in fact pretty small indeed. However, compared to other guys she’d been with with smaller packages, Curtis’ other skills were far above average. He had joked at dinner, “Hey, you gotta compensate for where you’re lacking…” And compensate he did!
It wasn’t often that she was able to finish from being eaten out, but she did. Twice. Curtis then pushed her legs back, slipped a condom on, and they started having sex. Again, not the biggest she’d ever been with, but it felt amazing. They went at it for at least an hour. He did all the rough stuff she loved without her saying a thing. He just instinctively knew what she’d like. And after he finished, he used his strong hands to treat her to another amazing orgasm. This is probably TMI, but she soaked the bed. It was insane.
Afterwards, they both laid there together in post coital bliss. She had moved over to a dryer section of the bed, and was now laying on her stomach. He crawled up beside her, and they shared a soft, deep, sensual kiss. He then began running his fingers softly up and down her spine, as well as gently caressing her now very red and tender hiney.
She sighed deeply and expressed how rare it was to receive this kind of after care from a guy. He assured her how seriously he took it. Curtis knew how important it was to ensure a submissive sexual partner was cared for and respected after a rough and rigorous sexual experience. She teared up a little bit having rarely, if ever, experienced that kind of reverence from someone. Fortunately, though, she was able to pass it off as sweat.
After a solid, like, 15 minutes of resting, she and Curtis got themselves cleaned up, and headed back to the living room. She was surprised that he wanted her to stay, rather than sending her on her way immediately afterwards. She felt very welcomed by him. Cherished, even.
As they cuddled together on the couch, resuming the show they had started earlier, it wasn’t long before she could feel the sexual tension begin to build again. With his arm around her, and her nuzzled in to him, he gently tickled her arm up and down. It sent shivers through her entire body. When she looked up at him, he was already looking back at her. They kissed softly, but their passion began to grow again.
Soon, without their lips parting, he took her by the hands and stood her up. Then he forcefully whipped her around and locked her hands behind her back again.
This time, instead of guiding her to the bedroom, he lead her to the kitchen and bent her right over the island. Crop top still on, leggings pulled down, the intensity of her pleasure was almost too much to bear. As she loudly vocalized her enjoyment, it was then that she realized that not only were the curtains open in his dining room, but so was the window. His poor neighbours, and anyone on the damn street, were getting a free show. On one hand she was mortified, but on the other, it made the entire experience all the more wild and intense.
After a little while he moved her back in to the bedroom where they came together in another glorious finale. By then it had gotten pretty late. After they rested for a little while again, she told him it was time for her to go and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
They had agreed that they would keep this as casual as possible, and would work on seeing each other like twice a month. That was more than good enough for her, and she was thrilled at the thought of this becoming a more regular thing. His condo was directly beside the elevator, so he walked her to the door and kissed her goodbye. He then stood there in his underwear and t-shirt with the door ajar, waiting with her as she called the elevator up.
The elevator doors opened, they each gave a little wave goodbye, and she scurried in and headed out. Her entire body was vibrating with joy and excitement. The rush and the thrill of the entire evening was all consuming. She genuinely had to pause and regroup as she sat in her car, before she was able to drive away. She didn’t wait too long, though, for fear of someone recognizing her from her live performance through the window…