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A couple of months ago, I wrote about the second time Elena and I hooked up. Lucky for all of us, Elena is a writer too, and she wrote her own version of events, and asked me to post this...

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Despite all the weeks and bumpy roads that had passed between us since our first meeting, when I saw him standing at his front door something cracked open inside me.

We’d barely spent a few hours in each other’s company and yet it felt like he could read me so effortlessly. Laid open for him to explore.

Barely a minute inside his house and he had me pressed against the wall, all the waiting, the tension, the teasing, the need in both of us crashing into each other like waves.

Dragging me wordlessly up the stairs (three flights that gave me just enough time to lose my mind knowing this man was about to absolutely ruin me) I was back against the wall in seconds, his hands all over me as I wound my fingers into his hair, both of us letting out a moan that was equal parts relief, pleasure and just raw fucking hunger.

Something about him unlocks this feral heat in me at the slightest touch. His fingertips gently teasing my clit, his tongue in my mouth, that fucking growl that rolls out of him… he has me completely undone.

My dress hitched up around my hips and his fingers slipping inside me so easily (goddd this man makes me wetter than I have ever been, like… how??), when he whispers in my ear asking me what I want, I want to tell him every single thing I need, every bit of him I need to devour, every way I want him to fuck me. But he’s already got my head spinning, and the best I can do is tell him the simple truth. “I want everything”.

Pushing me backwards on the bed, both of us still dressed except for my underwear that was thrown into a corner minutes before, he buried his face between my legs, pinning my thighs to my chest and eating me out like he’s starving and I’m everything he’s been craving.

Even before watching the video back (yes we filmed it and fuckkk it looks as hot as it felt), I know that all I could manage between screams and moans was shouting ‘fuck!’ and ‘oh my god!’ on repeat for hours. There are no words that are enough for what it feels like, besides the fact he can render me non-verbal within minutes.

Pulling me in to kiss him - fuck I can’t get enough of tasting myself on his tongue - he let my breathing slow down just long enough to ask me what I want. I need you to fuck me. Now”. He gives me that look, the filthiest, naughtiest smile and I can’t help myself. Throwing our clothes off, I dropped to my knees, taking his cock deep into my throat and groaning as I felt his body react to me. Stroking the base of him with my hands and sucking the tip, hearing him curse and his knees buckling into me, I could have stayed there for hours. Days.

But he had other plans for me. Grabbing my hair and pulling me up to kiss him, he threw me on the bed and slowly pressed his cock into me, locking eyes as he inched deeper. Both of us in disbelief at how fucking good it felt.

There are so many things about him that make me absolutely wild, but among the most addictive is the moment I see him lose his composure completely, suddenly desperate and ravenous, fucking me with every muscle in his body, like he wants to own every single inch of my body.

Not minutes after he slid into me I feel the first orgasm hit me. Wracking my whole body with toe-curling intensity. And before the waves have subsided he’s pounding his fingers into my g-spot over and over until I’m gushing all over his arm, down my thighs, soaking the bed and holding on to his chest and arm to try and keep myself from imploding. Laughing and trying/failing to form words, my whole body shaking and my skin flushed, he slides his cock slowly inside me again, feeling how ridiculous wet I am, the orgasms I’m still recovering from making me even more sensitive to every little movement.

Laying his body over mine, he growls into my ear “you’re so incredible”, slowly, gently fucking me deep. Those sudden gear changes will always take my breath away.

Pulling me onto all fours he takes me from behind making me yell again, feeling his hands gripping my hips and my cum dripping down my thighs as he fills my pussy over and over.

Like I said, this man can really read me, so before I even knew it’s what I was craving, he was sliding his thumb into my ass while driving his cock into me, my whole body starting to throb.

I’ve never been with anyone who is so relentlessly insatiable, like a raging fire that is beyond his or my control. Utterly lost in the sensations. Crazed and feral but disarmingly, brain-meltingly attentive and present in that moment with you. Like there’s no one else in the universe, no other time but right now.

Pushing him onto his back and reaching between us to rub the head of his cock over my clit and lips, both of us slippery with sweat and cum, I wanted to take him slowly. To control the pace, to tease him and make him watch. Lifting my hips and wrapping my pussy around the tip of him, holding him there and squeezing tighter, both of us desperate to feel everything. Digging my fingers into his chest and slowly sliding down the length of him, feeling both of us shudder as his pelvis hits my clit.

As he grabbed my hips and fucked me down onto him faster and deeper, I grabbed on to the beam above my head, his eyes on my body, watching him drive me over the edge again.

A minute later I was screaming into his shoulder, an _unbelievable_ orgasm erupting out of me, his cock pounding into me, his fingers in my ass and my fingertips circling my clit, grasping at the pillows and only vaguely aware that the whole street could probably hear him absolutely ruining me.