My time with Blake #1

Blake was a few inches taller than myself. Probably 5’8. He had recently shaved his hair, and he still had some stubble around his chin and neck. He had a very defined jawbone, and a round nose. His eyes were icy blue, with hints of green in them. He was muscular. Not extremely so, but enough to where it complimented his features. He was very attractive.
At the time, I had very short black hair. My eyes were a pale green, and my nose was long and rounded at the end. I had full lips. I never had large breasts, they were always very average sized. I was tall. And thin.

It was a very pretty Sunday afternoon. It had recently rained, so the smell of dirt and fresh things was still in the air.
I texted Blake a few minutes earlier, and told him I’d meet him at his hotel room. He was visiting California for a few days, orginally he said it was to visit some of his friends, but I’d gotten the idea that it was mostly to see me. We’d met a few months earlier over a website I’ve become familiar with.  We’d become close quickly, sharing interests and hobbies. He was easy to talk to, very sweet, outgoing and generous. He was an ideal partner.
I’d made it clear that I was just looking for a friendship, which he respected fully. I was beginning to rethink that though, considering how much I enjoyed his company and personality.

Anyways, his hotel was only ten minutes away, so I decided to walk from my apartment building to come see him.
I was very nervous. We’d never met before in real life. We’d talked so many times over Skype, but it was a very different situation to meet someone face-to-face. What if he was different than how he was online? What if I’m different than how I was online?
I reassured myself, knowing that he was going to be just like how I saw him.

I arrived at his hotel, and entered the building. It was a very cheap place to stay, the wall paper was crumbling and tearing in areas, and the whole place smelled of mold and cheap air freshener. I’d hoped his room would be more welcoming.
I got off the elevator onto the fourth floor, and went down the hall to find his room number, #445.
I stopped in front of the room, gathered myself, and knocked on the door gently.
I heard footsteps, they stopped in front of the door, and hesitated for a few moments.
The door creaked open, and I immediately recognized a pair of icy blue eyes.
We both smiled largely at eachother, and I embraced him.

“I’m so happy to see you.” I said into his shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I’m happy to see you too.” He smiled.

He opened the door more, and I entered his room. There was a single briefcase to the side of the bed, and the room looked just as appealing as the rest of the hotel. A few McDonald’s bags laid on the white counter.  I took off my jacket, and hung it on the coatrack behind the door. I took off my purse as well, and laid it on the small table next to the counter.
Blake walked to the other side of the room, and opened the curtains. As he stretched his arms up to reach the curtains, the front of his shirt pulled up slightly, exposing his perfectly chiseled abs.
He glanced at me, and I quickly looked away, embarassed to be caught staring.  He laughed silently, and walked over to the television, trying to find a station to watch.

I sat at the edge of the mattress, not wanting to be overly suggestive, but still friendly.
“So how are you liking Cali?” I asked, trying to break some of the ice.
He nodded.
“It’s pretty nice out here. Everyone’s friendly, more welcoming than back at Texas.”
He gestures towards the window. “Weather’s nice, too.”
I agreed.
He finally settled on a television station, and sat beside me on the mattress.
“I’m so glad I finally get to see you. It’s so interesting seeing you in this way, rather than on a screen, y’know?”
I nodded. I knew.
He smiled at me. I smiled back.
We sat beside eachother in silence, watching the television, but not paying attention. It was just a background noise. Our minds were fixed on eachothers mind, and body. I caught him staring at me a few times, and he did the same.
After what seemed like thirty minutes of this, I took his hand in mine.
He seemed a little surprised at my action, but he squeezed my hand in response.
We continued our silence.
That’s something else we shared, silence. We both were aware that sometimes words weren’t the only way to communicate. We were both “Quiet”.
I scooted back further onto the mattress, so that my back could lean against the headboard. He did the same, and we sat beside eachother, holding hands and enjoying eachothers company.
Once the television show had ended, the credits rolled across the screen. I tilted my head and looked up, directly looking into his bright eyes. He stared back into mine. I glanced down at his lips, and back up to his eyes. I licked my lips.
He leaned down slightly, and took my face into his hand. I parted my lips and leaned in, taking his own between mine.
His lips parted as well, and I massaged my tongue against his. He pressed his hands against my side, and his other hand on the back of my head. I kissed him so deeply, and so passionately. Occasionally when his tongue was in my territory, I would bite it softly, and then release it. I knew this drove him crazy because his breath would quicken, and his grip would tighten on my skin. I was learning how to work him. He was doing the same. His fingers trailed down from my neck, across my chest, and down to my hips, where he would hesitate, tighten and loosen his grip, and do it all over again. After a long moment of kissing him, I pulled back. I kept his hands on my hips. I stared at him intensely, and he did the same. I got up from my spot on the mattress, and put my legs around his torso, resting my knees against his sides. His hands remained on my hips
He smiled.
“Are you straddling me?”
I laughed softly, and leaned my head in towards his neck.
I kissed his skin gently, down from his chin to his collarbone, driving him crazy with desire. He wanted more than my soft kisses. I trailed my thin fingers down from his shoulders to his elbows, and down to his hands. I laced our fingers, and gripped his hands. I pressed them down into the mattress, making it clear I was the one in control. I continued kissing him very gently, letting him squirm and moan beneath me, wanting more.
I was beginning to want more as well.
I tugged his shirt off in a swift motion, and pressed his hands into the mattress very firmly. He was a little surprised, but still lost in his daze of desire. I kissed a little more roughly down from his neck, to his chest, and down to his abdomen, where I hesitated for a minute. I kissed around the area softly, then a little harder, and then I bit down.
He moaned loudly, and gripped my hands as hard as he could.
I laughed silently, and smiled up at him. He smiled back down at me, and rolled his eyes back, so lost in pleasure. I released his hands for a moment, to free myself from my own shirt. I tossed my white tank top to the side of the mattress, and restrained his hands once again. I started back at his abdomen, and continued kissing lower and lower, until I was at the line of his belt. I nibbled at the hem of his pants, and his belt buckle.
I freed his hainds again, and slowly began to undo his belt. He complied fully, and his pelvis raised off of the mattress to allow me to remove his jeans. They slid off of his body. His briefs were the only thing keeping my body from his.
He suddenly lurched upwards, and grabbed me, flipping me over so that he was now the one in control. He smiled evily down at me, and began kissing all over my body. He began kissing my lips deeply, which I returned. Then he moved downwards to my neck, biting at my collarbone and licking softly at the dip in my neck. I gasped and moaned beneath him, hungry for his body.
His hands trailed downwards to my hips, and his kisses moved down to my chest. He tugged at my bra with his teeth, and kissed the tops of my breasts, and between them. He raised his hands, and undid the clasp of my bra, sliding it off of my chest. He gasped at my now fully exposed torso. He continued kissing down my chest, avoiding the breasts, in an attempt to tease me.
I was never sensitive in that area, so his attempt didn’t go well. He turned slightly frustrated at my lack of desire for him in that area, and he began to dig his fingertips into my sides, kissing down my body more hungrily, and more ferociously.
I raised my back slightly from the mattress, now at full attention of him, wanting him so badly. He smiled at my desire.
His kisses went all the way down to my jeans. He undid my zipper with his teeth, and tore my jeans from my body as quick as he could. He traced his fingers along my pantyline, staring up at me, directly into my eyes. I stared back, thinking yes, yes. Do it.
Without hesitation, he slid my panties down my legs, allowing them to fall to the side of the bed. His eyes fell on my shaved pussy, and he parted my legs, placing them around himself. His hand drifted down to my slit, where he rubbed my lips gently, and slid a finger between them.
“Ah, you’re soaking wet.” He licked his lips, and looked up at me.
I nodded and squirmed a little beneath his touch, out of breath.
“Why are you so moist, hmm?” His fingers continued to tease my clitoris, and my body jerked upwards.
I moaned. He smiled, aware of how much he was torturing me.
He massaged my lips, and then slid a finger inside of me. I gasped and gripped his shoulders, squeezing my eyes shut. He pulsed his finger in and out of my body, using his other hand to play with my clit. He removed his finger from my pussy and raised it to his mouth, he slipped it in and sucked it softly, closing his eyes.
“Ah, I knew you’d taste sweet.” He smiles up at me.
Suddenly, he buries his face between my legs, and flicks his tongue up and down my pussy lips, making me more and more wet.
His tongue swirls around my clitoris, and he continues to pulse his finger in and out of my body. He sucks at me gently, treating me so sweetly. He slips two of his fingers into my body, and then three. He picks up the pace continuously, and soon he is pumping his fingers in and out of me hard and fast. I can feel myself building up, and I try to enjoy myself as much as I can before I cum. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and I can’t stop moaning.
“Cum for me baby.. You know you want to.” He continues licking and sucking at my clit, massaging his thumb into my lips as he finger fucks me. He hammers in and out of me, slurping the juices that escape past his fingers.
“Hnngh, yes..”Suddenly, my back arches and my entire body shakes and tingles rapidly, I moan out loudly, and grab the back of his neck, pulling his face closer to my pussy. He slows his fingers, and pulls them out. He quickly licks up my juices.
I collapse back into the mattress, breathing heavily, exhausted.
He finishes licking me clean, and lays beside me on the mattress.
He kisses me softly on the mouth, and holds me in his arms.
“I love you.”
I look at him, smiling.

“I love you, Blake.”

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