Rule # 1

He wasn’t the type to share his feelings verbally, but he did express his emotions in other ways. His hands and mouth when in action spoke with passion and led with lust. He always provided a sexual experience that felt more memorable than the last and would leave you craving for more even at your most exhausted moment. He was a consistent lover, the pleasure was never for his own to seek but more catered to whomever he was involved with, but I will say he came with a warning and if you did not heed that warning, your heart would be the first to fall victim, wanting more than what he was willing to give.

Standing in his room and I am nervous, not because I am scared but more so because it’s been a while since we've seen each other. Our work schedules have not aligned lately and I have been bummed out by that fact. I missed his touch, his presence, how he said my name to command me to cum on demand. I can't explain it but his devotion to making sure I was filled with nothing but pleasure and every given moment was all I needed to be motivated to give him the same amount of pleasure.

The look on his face gives nothing away, his eyes never leaving me as he circles around me, taking a minute to take all of me in. Clint takes his hand and puts it on my shoulder lowering my spaghetti strap. My breast springs free from the top. The perky round shape mounds on my chest were one attribute I absolutely was proud of and felt comfortable showing off.

The cold air and the touch of his skin on mine immediately made my nipples tighten. Clint was taller than me by maybe a foot or two and his slender body towered over mine. I was average height for a woman, and embraced my curvy and wide hips, with a bouncing plump backside to match. Growing up I got picked on for my shape but as I got older I began to embrace and love everything about my body, regardless of what anyone thought. My mind was racing trying to guess Clint's next move, I look him in his eyes as he instructs me to remove my pants. I finish removing my arms from my shirt and I do this with quickness not out of fear but to eagerly get to the good part, the part that has the hairs on the back of my neck at attention. My mind replays the last time I was here, the smells and sounds of the room committed to memory since they played a major role in sending me to a euphoric state.

Standing behind me, his hand reaches between my thighs, forcing them to open wider, and he begins to rub my pussy. His fingers were soft and gentle against my skin calling the wetness to meet his touch. I gasp as his finger finds my opening, and my body instantly reacts to his touch. He bends down and kisses my shoulder, his fingers leave my honey pot and he turns my body to face his. His fingers meet my lips and I am introduced to my own wetness.

"Open" he commands and I close my eyes as I savor the sweet flavor on my tongue.

Clint’s lips and tongue join mine as we engage in a dance. He wasn't satisfied with the sample he got and wanted to taste me some more.

"Get on the couch" He instructs.

I plant both hands on the sofa and position myself to where my ass is facing him. I look back as he gets on his knees behind me. Both his palms on my ass, spreading them to gain more access to my pussy. His tongue explores my sweet spot starting from my opening to my aroused clit. His tongue teases and his mouth tugs and sucks on my sensitive clit. My moans start to fill the air as I try to remain still and composed. His thumb finds my pussy and begins to toy with my clit. As his skilled tongue finds my ass and claims it as well. The feeling is indescribable, I grip a throw that's on the couch in a failed attempt to not melt completely into the leather fabric I close my eyes as I feel I'm nearing my orgasm and Clint continues to take control of every inch of my body not leaving one spot untouched. His hands grip my breast, and his fingers fondle my nipples, caressing them ever so gently. Two fingers find my pussy and massage my walls, while his tongue continues to explore my ass. My legs begin to shake and I have the urge to retract my legs. The muscles in my stomach become tight and I cum as his finger-tongue combo tears down my fight to hold it together.

"yes, yes thank you" I let out the words not caring if they make sense or not.

"good girl, stop fighting the feeling, or I'll make it worse for you, let it out without hesitation."

My breathing is ragged but that doesn't faze Clint. He lifts me and flips me on my back, slaps his now rock-hard manhood on my pussy lips, and teases as he rubs it in between my folds. My head tilts back at the sensation as he enters my pussy slowly, allowing me to adjust to his girth.

"Fuck" is the first word to leave my lips as his thickness fills me. Clint pulls out of me completely and smacks his dick on my sensitive clit once more. At this point, all my senses are on high alert, everything feels sensitive. He guides my waist halfway and then plunges back into me deep, just the way I like it. His grip guiding his strokes, I moan and repeat the words "yes!"

I can feel my wetness drip down my thigh and ass. Clint lifts my ass off the couch and starts to move inside of me at a faster pace than before. I am in feeling so many emotions, my arms holding my weight up and I focus my attention on him, providing words of encouragement for him not to stop.

"Your dick feels amazing, just like that please, please, don’t stop."

He kisses my lips, I hold on to him tight as he lifts me off the couch. My legs locked into his arms. My ass bounces as I meet each long stroke. The build feels amazing, wave after wave of pleasure consumes me and I cum not once but twice. Still holding on to me he sits on the bed. I position myself, my thighs resting on his as I hold his chest and catch my rhythm. He encourages me to speed up the pace by smacking my ass hard. Adjusting my position, I take him with confidence, working my way to his tip allowing my muscles to grip his flesh. This was how I felt in control, hearing him groan and moan my name gave me such pleasure as my pussy continues to tighten around him. Clint takes my legs and positions them to the side of his legs and grabs my waist and begins to give me all of his manhood. I hold on and take every inch. We both are dripping in sweat, completely engulfed in sexual bliss. I pull back from him and drop to my knees and begin to stroke and suck his dick head.

The taste of my wetness touches my lips and I use my mouth to clean him up.

"You're doing such a great job."

His moans indicate he approves of what I am doing as I suck harder and relax my throat to take him deeper. I want all his cum, so I get real nasty with it, slurp and work my tongue then I climb back on his dick, my ass to his stomach, with my hands on his thighs. I slide back down on his hard dick and this position is my favorite, it hits my spot with every stroke and It feels out of this world. His finger finds my ass and begins to add to the pressure I am feeling. I lean forward as much as I can and continue to take every each of him.

"Fuck baby, that's it" is all I can hear from him. It's a clear indication that he is nearing his orgasm and so am I. He continues to toy with my ass and smacks it with one hand and pulls me back to get his dick deeper inside me. I'm so close, my toes curl and I throw my ass back hard and come all over his dick.

I continue riding him, he takes his fingers out and it stops their torture and Clint says "baby I'm bout to come"

He pulls his dick out and cums all in between my ass cheeks. I look back at him and he starts to laugh. I can barely breathe but I'm nowhere near done with him. He lifts me off him and goes to get something to clean up. He carefully cleans me and himself up with a warm rag. Before I can fully catch my breath. He places me on the edge of the bed and enters me from the back. A grin comes across my face, he knew me so well, one round wasn't enough.

While he strokes, Clint says "let’s make this interesting",

"Hmm, what did you have in mind?"

"The first person to tap out has to buy dinner."

I laugh and say "Deal."

I start to twerk my ass on him, throwing it in a circle while contracting my pussy muscles.

He grabs my neck and says, "no cheating."

I grin and continue to work my wetness on his dick, feeling like I am to reach orgasm I mentally prepare myself to hold on a little longer. Nights like this will never be forgotten, Clint knows my body well, he's paid close attention to the way it reacts to certain feelings and sensations and he knows I won’t last long. I'm fucked and I know it.

He takes his hand and grips my braids into a ponytail, forcing my body to meet everything that he's giving. I can feel myself getting closer and his words take me to the edge.

"Be a good little slut and come for me."

I grip the pillow in front of me not sure if it’s for support or to lessen the impact of the strokes. I have to think of something quick before I come all over his dick so I ease myself off his dick mid-stroke and I kneel in front of him and use one hand to play with his balls and the other to stroke his pipe while my lips wrap around his head. He pulls my mouth deeper into him as he proceeds to invade my throat. I can hear him moan my name, and I am sure his climax is near as I feel his balls tighten in my hand. I pull him out as I gasp for air and a trail of saliva falls onto my chest. I take him again as I try to get him as far back into my mouth as I can.

He yells "fuck"

I close my eyes and continue to suck his head. Clint stops me and pulls me up to my feet and lays me on the bed and pins my legs back above my head. With no remorse he digs deep inside me, stroking slowly. His lips find my ear and he nibbles on my earlobe. This is one of my spots, he is trying to end me, and this is payback for even trying to go against him. His tongue trails down my neck as he sucks and kisses.

I let out another cry and moan. He comes back to my ear and says "you can't beat me."

There’s an unfamiliar feeling that comes over me and my legs begin to shake. He changes his stroke as he finds my g spot and the pressure is too much. I not only cum all over his dick but I squirt as well. I beg for his release as my legs go limp. He pulls his dick out and rubs on my clit rapidly and my body continues to shake uncertain of what is taking place. He puts his length back inside of me, deep, and removes himself again. I want to beg forgiveness, run, and scream out my safe word, but instead, I call out his name. He does this a few more times. My pussy is aching from the number of times I have come. I claw at his back and grip the back of his head for comfort.

"That's right let me have it all, every bit of it" his words not helping in the slightest.

I am about to come again, he can feel it too so he moves faster, his stroke is strategic. I no longer feel his dick, it's drowned in my wetness as I cum once more, I've completely lost track at this point. He doesn't slow down or stop, he looks up at me and gives this smirk knowing that I have been defeated. Holding my legs tighter he slows, allowing my pulsating pussy to contract around his length I know he was about to cum. He holds me still as he releases himself inside of me. My body feels weightless, my soul has left me and I struggle to regain my composure. We lay there for a minute, coming down from the euphoric high.

I'm beyond sore but completely satisfied. He removes himself from me and lays next to me. Clint reaches down and sticks two fingers inside me and brings his now glistening fingers to my lips. I suck on his fingers hard savoring his taste.

He looks at me and says "good girl."

We lay there for a minute, not saying anything.

He breaks the silence "I've missed you."

I reply and say "trust me I noticed and I missed you as well Clint"

The sound of rainfall fills the room, my hand on his chest, his head buried in my locs messaging them my scalp I begin to feel my eyes get heavy.

I think I am falling in love with him and I know that this must come to an end.