Can I Fuck You Again?

The evening air whispered with a chill that seemed to seep into my bones as I nervously awaited David's arrival. I had met him on Grindr, drawn in by his intriguing profile and the spark in his eyes that seemed to promise more than just casual conversation. He arrived promptly, his dark hair swept back in a casual yet deliberate style, his brown eyes twinkling behind his glasses. Despite the nerves fluttering in my stomach, there was an undeniable pull towards him, a magnetic attraction that I couldn't ignore.

As we walked towards my house, the streetlights cast soft pools of light on the pavement, illuminating the path ahead. David's presence beside me felt comforting, his voice carrying snippets of conversation that eased the tension building within me. I couldn't help but steal glances at him, admiring the way the light played across his features, casting shadows and highlights that seemed to enhance his allure.

With eager anticipation, we climbed the stairs to my bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he gently laid me down on the soft sheets of my bed and slowly removed each piece of my clothing, revealing my bare skin to his gaze. With quick movements, he undid his own trousers and a stunningly large, uncut cock was revealed. My mouth watered with desire as I yearned to taste it against my lips.

Standing before me, he towered over me as I perched on the edge of the bed. With tentative fingers, I reached for his big hardened uncut cock and guided it to my waiting mouth. As I began to suck, I could feel it pulsating and growing in response to my actions. His deep moans filled the room as his hands roamed over my body, igniting sparks of pleasure with each touch.

Suddenly, he pushed me back onto the bed so that I lay on my backside, exposed and eager for more. With a slick finger moistened by his spit, he slowly penetrated my tight asshole, causing me to gasp with delight. As he wiggled his finger inside me, waves of pleasure surged through my body, building towards an inevitable climax.

A wave of intense pleasure washed over me, causing my body to tense and tremble. He reassured me that it was just a feeling and I shouldn't worry about actually climaxing yet. It felt like one long, continuous orgasm pulsing through my body. His skilled finger expertly massaged my prostate, sending waves of ecstasy throughout my entire being.

Every nerve in my body yearned for him to be inside of me. I couldn't resist any longer and pulled him towards me, pressing our bodies together with a fierce passion. Breathlessly, I begged him to fuck me as hard as he could.

With practised ease, he reached for the lube on the bedside table and coated his cock before positioning himself between my spread legs. My anticipation grew with each passing moment, my asshole aching with desire for his cock to fill me.

He carefully inserts his cock into me, asking with a curious expression on his face, "You've done this before, right?" I simply nodded my head, grabbed his cock, and drove it deep inside me. I wanted to feel every inch of it. 

He thrust into me with an urgency that matched my desire. Each hard, fast movement brought us closer to the edge, our moans blending in a symphony of pleasure. I could feel the tension building in my body, the heat spreading from my core as I raced towards climax. With one hand gripping the sheets and the other tangled in his hair, I gasped out to him, "Cum inside me." Our bodies moved together in perfect rhythm until we both reached our peak, waves of pleasure crashing over us as we cried out each other's names.

With each thrust, our bodies moved in perfect harmony, a symphony of pleasure and desire. My hands remained at my sides, grasping onto the sheets as I felt my arousal build to an overwhelming peak. "Oh God," I moaned out, unable to control the waves of pleasure washing over me. And then it happened - we both reached climax simultaneously, gasping and panting against each other's skin. Without even touching myself, I exploded in ecstasy, my body convulsing as I released all control.

His steaming body lay on top of me, gradually pushing out his cock till we both lay on our back, ceiling-faced, and out of breath. It was the best sex ever. I didn't even bother cleaning myself off; I still needed his juice inside of me. We eventually fell asleep. We woke up the next morning, and I was still a little sensitive from the heavy pounding from the night before. He looked at me, and we both grinned. He said; "I have a present for you." I looked at him blushful, knowing he wanted to go for a Round Two. He grabbed my hand and dragged it hard towards his cock. I bit my lip and began kissing him. We didn't care about morning breath. 

As I wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft, I feel the heat and hardness of his cock against my palm. With each stroke, he lets out a throaty moan and tightens his grip on my own cock, matching my pace. The slick sounds of our hands moving together fill the room as pleasure builds between us.

He comes to a halt after what feels like an eternity, his hands gripping my arms tightly. With a swift movement, he spins me around so that I am facing away from him. His hot breath tickles my ear as he whispers, "Can I fuck you again?" Without hesitation, I reach back and guide his throbbing cock into my eager ass, the slickness and warmth from our previous encounter still lingering.

He enters me with such ease, taking his time this time around as he peppers kisses along my neck. My skin erupts in goosebumps, but all I can focus on is the overwhelming pleasure coursing through my body.

He grips my cock tightly with one hand, using long, full strokes to bring me closer to the edge. The intense sensations ripple through my body, building and intensifying with each movement. Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, our breaths coming in sync as we reach for the ultimate climax. His thrusts become more urgent, driving me closer to the edge of ecstasy. I can feel my own climax building, each touch sending pulses of pleasure throughout my body. When he moans that he's about to cum, it's like a symphony of pleasure and desire, pushing me over the edge into waves of pure bliss. We collapse together, our bodies intertwined and panting heavily from our intense release, savouring every moment of our passionate connection.

Our second shared orgasm was just as intense and electrifying as the first, sending sparks of pleasure through every inch of my body. Our bodies were slick with sweat and tangled together in post-coital bliss. As we catch our breath, I can't help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing he has to leave for the day.

We make our way to the shower together, the steam already enveloping us as we step inside. The hot water feels amazing against my skin, soothing and relaxing my muscles which are still buzzing from our passionate encounter.

David stands behind me, his strong arms wrapping around my waist as he pulls me closer to him. I lean back into his embrace, feeling content and safe in his arms. We stand like that for a while, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's company.

Eventually, he turns me around to face him and begins washing me with gentle hands. His touch is both tender and arousing, causing shivers to run down my spine. I can't help but get turned on all over again as he washes every inch of my body with care and attention.

Once he finishes washing me, it's my turn to return the favour. I take the soap and lather it between my hands before running them over he's body. I take my time exploring every muscle and crevice, revelling in the feel of his smooth skin against mine.

After we finish showering, we dry off and make our way back to bed where we spend the rest of the morning cuddling and talking about anything and everything. It's clear that there is more than just physical attraction between us; there is a deep connection that goes beyond the bedroom.

As noon approaches, he tells me he has to leave for work soon. I feel a pang of disappointment at having to say goodbye so soon but try not to let it show on my face. He notices anyway and cups my cheek with his hand.

"Don't worry," he says softly. "I'll be back tonight."

I smile at him gratefully before leaning in for a kiss goodbye.

The rest of the day passes by slowly without him by my side. It feels strange not having him around after spending all morning together in bed. I try to distract myself with work and other activities, but my mind keeps drifting back to our time together.