It's so cute that I want to puke, but I met this guy at a bookstore. I was perusing and bumped into him by accident. He's an older guy with a silver fox kind of vibe but he seemed quite sweet. We got to chatting and then he asked me out for coffee and I was like sure why the heck not.

That's when things got steamy. He was cute so I did some light flirting and boy, he was a fucking pro. He had such a quick wit he had me blushing. It felt steamy immediately and as soon as we finished our coffee we were heading back to his place.

He held the door open for me and I could smell the cologne on his collar that smelled absolutely fucking delicious. I had never felt this way before. Usually, men smell like axe body spray and expect you to just hop on their dick, but this guy wooed the fuck out of me.

We went up to his apartment and it smelled just like him. I was lost in it. We sat on the couch and he poured me a glass of wine. We chatted but it was clear we both had something else on our minds. Our knees brushed. He put his hand on my thigh. I let his fingers slide further up until they were teasing under my skirt. Then I leaned in and kissed him.

It was slow and tender. He cupped my jaw with a practiced hand, sure and steady. I leaned into him, trusting that he knew exactly what he was doing. He kissed me deeper, pressing his tongue against my lips until I parted them for him. His hand slid up my skirt and I felt his fingers press against my panties.

Next thing I knew he was leading me to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed while he took off my shoes and kissed up my calves and thighs before grabbing the hem of my shirt. I raised my arms and helped him take it off of me before his mouth descended on mine again. He was bigger than me and I loved the weight of him against me, especially his knee between my thighs. His hands became more eager as he unhooked my bra. I gasped against his lips as he fondled my breasts, his kisses growing sloppy against my jaw and throat. I felt my blood burn in my veins for more.

I ripped open his button up shirt, and slid my fingers through his chest hair. I watched as his deft hands unhooked his belt and then unzipped my pants. My mouth went dry as he pulled out his cock. He was thick and I knew, just from the way he was looking at me, that he knew how to use it.

He wiggled my skirt off my hips and then took my panties off as well. He leaned me back onto the bed, kissing me again with his hard cock throbbing against my thigh. I whined against his mouth, practically begging for him.

He led himself to my entrance and gently began to press himself inside of me. He went slow. Torturously slow. I moaned as his cock stretched me out, pushing in deeper and deeper with each deep breath until finally he was fully sheathed inside of me. I was shaking by the time his balls smacked against my body. He held himself over me, his cheeks pink with exertion and his graying hair falling into his face.

I wrapped my arms around him and dug my nails into his shoulder blades as he began to move inside of me. He was strong and not a bit hesitant. He fucked me like he'd known me forever and knew exactly what I wanted. I cried out his name, wrapping my legs around his waist as he pumped into me. His bed rocked, smacking the headboard against the wall with each thrust. His lips were on my throat, mumbling praises into my skin as he fucked the sense from my mind.

My whole body twitched as I came, shuddering under him as I let out a strangled moan. He smiled, I could feel it against my neck, and sped up. His hips hammered into mine, laying claim to everything before he finally came inside of me.

He let out a deep groan of satisfaction that sent a shiver down my spine. He sat inside of me for a few more moments before pulling out. He laid beside me and pulled me close to his chest, simply holding me.

I think I may be ruined for other men.