Matt and I had just started dating and by "dating" I really mean casually hooking up. We had been out 2 or 3 times.  We had sex after our first date (that's a story for another time) and had a connection but we were still in that early "feeling each other out stage" not quite the dating honeymoon phase, but something that felt a bit more serious than random dates.  Tinder hadn't yet become popular so "dating" did have a slightly different feel.

I lived alone in a small, 1 bedroom apt in the west village.  Matt lived in the same neighborhood with one of his college friends.  He was "geographically desirable" as we said back then.  It was a great neighborhood for twenty somethings who didn't have any real responsibilities.  It was a Saturday afternoon, I had just finished brunch with two girlfriends and we were back at my apartment drinking champagne, chatting, making plans for the night etc.  My phone buzzed and I remember getting those little butterflies when I saw his name pop up on the screen.  I hadn't seen him since earlier in the week and we didn't have any formal "plans" to see each other again.  Maybe it was the champagne or the fact that my girlfriends had been asking about him all morning, but I was hoping he'd make an effort to see me that night.

"Hey - what are you doing today?" he said

"I'm sitting in my apt drinking champagne with K  B, we just finished brunch"

"Can you get rid of them?"   What did he just say?  I was pissed, like who does this guy think he is? 

"I need to get my hands on you" followed a few seconds later.  Ohhh ok... I was excited and I got a little tinglly but still, what the fuck dude.  Maybe it was the champagne, but I gave in, probably too easily.

"Come over in 20" I replied and put my phone down.  I told the girls about the texts, they laughed and said "get it girl" and grabbed their stuff.  They were gone in 10 minutes and I was left thinking 20 minutes was too long, I was getting really horny and I was thinking about what to do / wear when he walked in.  I didn't have anything particularly cute on.  Jeans, a top, a cute pink bra and black thong,  I thought about changing into something sexier, but decided that would take too long and I didn't want to look desperate.  I did my hair and makeup before leaving for brunch so I felt pretty good about that.  "Fuck it" I thought and sat back down with my drink on the couch.  Luckily Matt wasn't one to wait (as I'd learn more over time) he buzzed the door just a few min later.  I let him in and waited for him to walk up a few flights of stairs. I opened the door when he knocked and we had a quicks hello.  He looked me right in the eyes and I knew it was on.  He has amazing blue eyes. Eyes I'm sure he's used to melt many other women.  Before I knew it he was on me.  His tongue in my mouth, his strong hands all over me.  He pushed me back into the kitchen area of my little apartment and pulled my top off.  The next few minutes were a blur of heavy making out; the passion, the intensity, it was intoxicating.  All of a sudden I was on my knees in front of him, his shirt was off and I was pulling open his belt.  I couldn't wait to get his cock in my mouth.  I could feel how hard he was and his cock popped as soon as I pulled his boxers and jeans down.  I didn't realize how much I would fall in love with his cock, but I knew at that moment I had something special.  I sucked him for a few minutes.  Doing my best to put on a show.  Swirling my tongue on his big head, licking and sucking his balls.  Looking up into his blue eyes while I licked, stroked and sucked. I'm not ashamed to admit it, I was trying to win the fucking super bowl. 

Matt reached down and grabbed me by the arm, pulling me to my feet and guiding me to the couch.  He quickly got me out of my jeans and thong, leaving me in just my bra.  He reached down and felt my pussy.  Needless to say, it was soaked.  I saw a little smirk on his face when we realized how wet I was.  He pushed me down onto the couch and grabbed my ankles, holding them up in the air by his shoulders.  I could see him staring at my pussy.  I felt completely exposed.  Yes, we had had sex before, but that was drunk, end of night sex.  This was the light of day, literally, and he was seeing how wet I was for his 2pm booty call.

I reached out and grabbed his cock, pulling it towards my slit.  I think I broke him out of a transe, because when he felt my hand on his cock he almost snapped back into the moment, no longer oggaling my body.  He plunged into me still holding my ankles in the air. He was in complete control.  His thrusting, his throbbing hard cock inside of me... it was a blur of hot, fast sex.  He didn't try to kiss me, he didn't play with my clit, he just pounded me.  And I loved it. I could feel his balls hit my asshole with every thrust.  My eyes were in the back of my head.

"Fuck baby, I'm cumming" I murmured, but he didn't care, he kept the same pace, the same rythem, as two orgasims rolled over me.  I could feel his cock twitching and realized he was close.  A moment later I came to my senses and freaked out. I wasn't on the pill and didn't want this guy cumming inside of me, every other time we had sex he had a condom.

"Put a condom on baby" I said between breaths

"No"  Whatt?!?! I was shocked, I couldn't breathe, was he going to cum in me?  I was still weak from my orgasms' and I couldn't have stopped him anyway, but I was in panic

"I'm gonna cum all over those big tits"  

He stopped fucking me, got up off the couch, pulled me up and uncliped my bra.  My tits popped out and he pushed me back into position.  I put my right arm under my tits and pushed them up, squeezing them together.  I have large natural DDs and my pink nipples were rock hard.  May as well make it a sexy view, pleasing him and his hard cock were the only things I could think about.  He kept fucking me, rolling me back slightly as he put his big cock all the way in.  I could feel him in my stomach.  When he was ready, he stood up again and climbed half way up my body, kneeling over my waist.  His cock was dripping wet as he pumped it hard and fast.  Laying there completely helpless, Matt furiously stroking his beautiful cock just a few inches from my face, it was magic.  He groaned as his first rope of cum hit my neck and the rest sprayed all over my tits.  He panted on top of me still jerking the rest of his cum out and rubbing his head on my niples.  We stayed like that for what felt like forever, his cock in his hand, him kneeling on top of me while his cum ran down my neck and tits onto my couch.

"I like to mark my territory"  He said as he got up, still looking at me like a piece of meat.