To say the least, this had never happened to me before.  It was ostensibly our first date, I had been in her house mere minutes, and there we were, already on the floor, struggling to get out of our clothes.

For months, I had seen her pretty regularly.  She worked at a cafe I went to some weekends and often on the weekdays, on the way to or from work.  Her eyes were bright, she had a winning way of looking at you that just sucked you in, and she was a great waitress -- the favourite of everyone, not just me.  Nevertheless, I kept hoping that maybe she was being especially nice to me.  She was always very friendly to me, always a little flirtatious, and I will admit to flirting back.  I would hold eye contact just slightly too long, maybe brush my fingers against hers when taking the coffee -- touching her was electric.

She was in her mid-twenties, not especially tall, with a curvy body that I found wildly exciting.  She did not dress especially provocatively, but fashionably -- and it was easy to see her large soft breasts, the gently curve of her stomach, her nice legs under a medium-length skirt.  Sometimes she would wear a v-neck shirt and lean over to talk to me, and I would struggle to keep my eyes on hers, taking whatever opportunity presented itself to sneak a look down her top at her gorgeous breasts.  I would find myself growing hard as I sat there, trying to think of something to say to keep her at my table.  I think she knew the sort of effect she had on me, and liked it.  I wonder if she knew how often I wished she would invite me into the back so I could touch her and kiss her right there.

I was too shy to ask her out.  I figured that customers must ask out an attractive woman like her, working in a coffee shop all the time.  I was a regular and we more and more often fell to talking, moving past just hello to small talk, then to more.  I got her name, Jane, and some responses to work.  I did not want to become one of those guys who think the people at the coffee shop are his best friends, just because they are friendly.

One afternoon when I had stopped in to do some work, I needed to get out of the office and figured it would be as productive in the coffee shop as anywhere would and, I hoped she would be there.  Jane came over when it was quiet and we started to chat, and as people came in, I knew she would have to go back to work.  Jane suddenly said, "Hey, maybe we should get together sometime.  What do you think?"

I was surprised at what she had suggested, never really expecting that we would get passed the small talk phase.

I wrote down my number hurriedly, and she gave me hers.  Two nights later, I called her to try to schedule a date or at least I hoped it would be a date.  There is always that worry that maybe she had meant a "just friends" get-together.

She seemed happy to hear from me, so I asked her if she might want to get together sometime.  Then she surprised me yet again, saying, "I'd love to... well, what are you up to tonight?  Would you like to go get a drink?"

I told her I would love to, and found out the directions to her place.  I quickly shaved, got in the car, and drove to her house on a quiet, residential street not far from my own home.  Almost as soon as I rang the bell, she answered, looking stunning in a tight black top, low-cut so I could see the curves of her wonderful breasts, and a medium-length dark skirt, sliding down tight from her hips, down over her ass, and along her legs.  I stepped inside, and she barely stepped backwards, forcing me to stand so close to her, our bodies almost touching.  I could smell her faint perfume and the wine in the glass she held and could almost feel her body we were so close.

"Hi," was all I could muster.

"Hello," she replied softly, under her breath.

She took a small sip from her glass of wine, glancing up at me as she did, and smiling slightly.  She leaned forward to place it on a bookshelf to my left, stepping in toward me as she did so.  Standing close, she met my gaze and I said to her, quietly, "So, where are we going for our drink?"

"Well, we could go out,” she replied, "but I have a bottle of wine, and it crossed my mind that we might want to stay here."

The tension in the room was palpable, to say the least.  "Or,” I said, quietly, hoping, "we might decide that we don't really want that drink."

She smiled again, looking up at me, that light, flirty smile.  Teasing, a little, but inviting me in on the joke.  "Yes, we might not."

She stepped in toward me, standing on her toes, and I reached for her, my hands on her hips, pulling her closer.  I could feel her breasts pressed to my chest.  I felt her hips push into mine, and I know she could feel my cock, already hard, as my hands slid down over her ass and drew her closer as they explored, feeling no line of underwear at the top of her thighs.

Our lips touched, and we both seemed to explode.  Our kiss deepened, and my tongue slid into her mouth and hers into mine.  We were grabbing at each other, my hands squeezing her ass, grinding her against my hard cock.  Her hands on my shirt, pulling me to her, reaching up to touch my face with her soft fingers as our lips teased and our tongues wrestled, then her hands moving down, frantically tugging at the buttons of my shirt.

She moaned against me, and then broke our kiss momentarily.  "I've wanted this for so long,” she gasped.  I realised that I had, too.

I turned her roughly and pressed her against the door, my fingertips pulling her skirt slowly higher, inching it up her thigh.  My lips moving down the left side of her neck, kissing lightly, lower, down to the top of her shirt, then slowly back up, trailing the very tip of my tongue lightly over her skin, around the very edge of her earlobe, my breath soft on her ear.

She unbuttoned my shirt completely and tugged it open, tugging my t-shirt out of my pants and sliding her hands under, her fingers tracing over my stomach, up over my chest.  I inched her skirt higher, then, growing more excited and impatient, I pulled her away from the door for a brief moment, long enough to yank her skirt up above her waist.

"Oh!" she gasped, startled, and then melted into me, her hands in my hair, pulling me down to kiss me again.  My hands touched her bare skin under her skirt, finding that she was wearing only the smallest of thongs.  My strong fingers squeezed her soft bare ass, and then slid down across the backs of her thighs, one of my fingers slipping between her legs, pressing to the sheer light silk of her panties, to find her wet, already, through the fabric.  She gasped again, her legs opening wider as her knees buckled slightly.  I stroked my finger over her wetness, sliding up to press against her clit through her panties, then down over her wet lips.  "Please,” she gasped, "Yes, there, right there.”  Then, as I slid her thong to one side, and dipped the tip of my finger into her, she moaned loudly.  "Oh yes, but it inside me.  Finger me!"

I pulled back from her, looking her in the eyes, both of us breathing heavily.  "I want to taste you,” I said, "I want to lick you and tease you with my tongue and my lips.”  I knelt in front of her, leaning in to touch my lips to the very tops of her thighs.  My tongue traced along the edge of her panties, from her left hip, down between her legs, and then back up her right hip.  She moaned again, pressing herself up toward my mouth, opening her legs slightly.  My tongue touched her through her panties, pressing, tasting her wetness through the material.

Her own hands went to her hips, tugging her thong down, and I reached up to help her.  Both of us impatient now, nearly tearing her thong as we slid it down, throwing it to the side.  She had lovely white skin, pale as alabaster, and the lightest down of reddish hair between her legs, a few shades brighter than that on her head.  My lips were instantly back between her legs, the tip of my tongue sneaking out to taste her as she leaned back against the door and gasped, her hands in my hair, pulling me to her.  My tongue flicked along her lips, then down to dart up inside her as she moaned louder, then up to circle her clit slowly, teasingly, my hands on the backs of her thighs, pulling her to me.  I closed my lips lightly over her clit and sucked gently, and felt her fingers tighten in my hair.

"Oh god yes,” she hissed, barely able to speak, "taste me, lick me, please....”  The feel of her, and her taste, and the sound of her voice, and her dirty talk drove me wild.  My cock was achingly hard in my jeans, and I reached down to stroke it through the material.  I moaned against her as my tongue teased and circled her clit, flicking up and down so light and fast on her hard button.  Her breath came deeper and more ragged, practically panting, pushing her hips toward my mouth as I darted my tongue in and out of her.  She opened her legs wider, sliding down the door a little, and gasped, "Please, let’s move to the floor, the floor..."

I broke away from her briefly, and Jane moved to the floor in the centre of her room, still just inside the door I had entered minutes before.  She tugged her skirt off and lay back on the floor, her tight shirt still hugging her breasts, her legs open and knees bent, her black heels still on her feet.  She opened her legs wider and looked at me, saying "please taste me, I need you so badly,” as she ran her hands down over her bare white legs.  Her fingertips tracing up the inside of her thighs, then running one finger slowly along her pussy, pressing it between her lips and up into herself, then sliding the tip of that wet finger up to tease her own clit.

My hands went to the backs of her thighs, and I forced her legs back toward her chest, keeping them open wide, her knees pressed almost to her breasts and her feet in the air.  Lying on the floor, I kissed her pussy and slipped my tongue deep inside her, darting it in and out, flicking it up and down inside her, tasting her completely.  She gasped, and I let go of her legs, sliding my tongue up to her clit, flicking my tongue, sucking on her clit with my lips.  Her legs wrapped around my head, with her calves draped down my back, and she tightened her grip, drawing me even closer to her.

The taste of her drove me wild, and I struggled to maintain some sort of control over myself.  As she gasped and her breathing grew louder and more ragged, and her hips pressed up toward my mouth more insistently, I pulled back, tracing the tip of my tongue along the outside of her pussy, just lightly touching her lips.  She moaned again, in a mix of frustration and excitement, and looked down at me with pleading eyes.  My fingers lightly touched her bare thighs, moving higher, and she opened her legs to me.  I touched the tip of my right middle finger to her pussy, slipping it barely inside her, as I leaned in and touched the very tip of my tongue to her clit.

"Yes,” she cried, "more, more!" I slipped my finger deeper inside, pushing it into her wet folds, feeling her muscles tighten around me.  I added a second finger, thrusting them slowly in and out of her, curling my fingers as if I was beckoning to her and stroking her from inside as I sucked on her clit, pressed, and flicked my tongue against her.

She moved with me, her hips pressing up as I thrust my fingers into her and pressed my tongue to her.  Her fingers were tight in my hair, pulling me to her, her hips pumping off the floor, and her cries grew more ragged.

"I'm cuming, I'm cuming!" she shouted, and exploded in a long scream that I am sure woke the neighbours.  I think she feared the same -- she covered her mouth with her hand as she shouted again, muffling the sound only slightly.  I tasted her wetness and felt her body shake, her pussy contracting rapidly and wildly around my fingers, tightening her grip as her body flailed on the floor.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh god,” she moaned, and trailed off into soft, delighted whimpers.

I kissed the insides of her thighs, still tasting her on my lips, and then slowly kissed up her body...  up to her hips, my hands sliding higher, slipping underneath her shirt and lifting it slowly, pushing her shirt up over her black satin bra.  She arched her back and raised her arms, then reached down to pull her shirt over her head and throw it to the side.  Her bra held her breasts high on her chest, large and round and her skin so white against the black satin.

My lips moved higher, kissing her stomach, then over the smooth material of her bra.  My hands went to her soft shoulders, slipping the straps of her bra down her arm, tugging the cups of her bra down as well, revealing more of her full round breasts and surprisingly small, delicate, and pink taught nipples.  My warm wet lips closed over her right nipple and sucked -- she gasped loudly, pushing her chest up toward my mouth, and her hands were instantly back in my hair, holding me tight to her chest.

She sat up and pushed me back on my knees, tearing my shirt from me, reaching down to fumble with my belt.  Undoing it, she yanked my pants down a few inches and reached out to stroke my hard cock through my boxer-briefs.

"Stand up,” Jane whispered hoarsely, with a wicked grin.  "I want to taste you, too.”  I stood up and she undressed me completely, then she lay back on the floor and pulled me down so I was kneeling next to her, with her hand wrapped around my cock, slowly stroking me.  My hands were on her again, my left hand sliding down over her stomach, my fingers lightly trailing over her skin, my right hand cupping her right breast as she lay on her side facing me, leaning in slowly.

I gazed down at her milky white skin and watched her lips approach my cock.  The tip of her pink tongue sneaked out and touched the tip of my cock, tasting me, circling the tip slowly, and just as slowly sliding down the length of me.  She kissed her way back up the length of my hard dick.  I gasped, and shook, and she closed her wet mouth over my cock and slowly slid down the length, taking me deeper and deeper into her exquisite wet mouth.

My left hand travelled over her belly and down between her legs, her thighs parted as my fingers inched closer.  Brushing through her light patch of pubic hair, I felt how wet she still was, and she gasped softly, her lips still wrapped around my shaft.  Her hips pressed up toward my hand and I slipped my middle finger slowly up inside her, easing it in, revelling in the silky feel of her, in her wetness, in the way she gripped my finger tighter just as her lips gripped tighter on my cock.  She moaned loudly and took me deeper in her mouth, and as my right hand went to her hair, she moaned louder still, looking up at me with hungry eyes.  She pulled her mouth back and her fingers moved up and down on my wet cock as she brushed her lips against the head.

"I like your fingers in my hair,” she said, and then moaned softly as I slid the finger of my left hand deeper insider her pussy, while my thumb stroked her clit slowly.  She closed her eyes and rolled her head back.  "Ohhhhhhhhhhh that feels so good.  You're going to make me cum again if you keep that up,” she said with a smile, looking back into my eyes, her hand stroking my cock and her lips brushing the very tip, her tongue flicking out to touch me so lightly.  I eased a second finger insider her and gently rolled her clit under my thumb.  "Ah, ah, ah, ah, ahhhh yes like that,” she said softly as I slid my fingers in and out in the same rhythm that I used with my thumb on her little button.

It was my turn to gasp as her lips went back to me, moving up and down with renewed vigour, sucking on me and teasing me with her tongue at the same time.  My fingers gripped her head tighter, and I eased my hips forward, pressing my cock a little deeper into her mouth, so eager for her but not wanting to slide too deep.  She pulled back slightly, and smiled at me.

"You want to fuck my mouth, don't you?" she asked, her tongue licking me.  I thrust my fingers into her deeper, and she gasped and smiled.  "Oh, you do, don't you? I want you to.  Fuck my mouth a little, baby.”  I gripped her hair again, and slid into her mouth.  She gripped my thighs tightly in her hands, keeping control of me even as I thrust my hips forward and eased deeper into her mouth.

I was gasping louder now, and her hips were moving faster and faster as I slid my fingers in deeper.  It was an awkward position for us both, but neither of us wanted to change it.  I felt her muscles tighten even more around my fingers as I thrust them into her, my thumb pressing gently but insistently on her clit.  She closed her eyes and moaned louder, and I felt my own body begin to surge.  Her fingers tightened on me, her nails digging into my skin a just slightly, and she took me even deeper in her mouth, her lips so tight on me, her tongue-lashing my as she pulled her mouth back.  She slid her mouth down on me again, tight and wet and she started to shake.  Her moaning was louder, almost a shout, and I felt myself starting to cum as she exploded, her body writhing and her wet pussy soaking my fingers and gripping them tightly.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" she practically cried as she came even harder than before, and I felt myself begin to lose control, driven over the edge by her passion.  "Oh god Jane I'm going to cum,” I told her, wanting to warn her, but also not wanting her to stop.  She only took me deeper, and exploded in her mouth, crying out.  It felt like it went on for ages, and I felt like I would not cum that much in years.  She moaned again as I thrust into her mouth, gulping me down as I came and came.

I collapsed as she and I both gasped for air.  She stroked my cock slowly as it softened, and I lay next to her in a 69 position, kissing her stomach and the tops of her thighs, my heart beating in my chest.  We smiled at each other and rolled onto our backs, laughing lightly as we took stock of the room around us: the clothes scattered about, the two of us only a few steps inside the door I had entered half an hour before.  Jane pulled herself up next to me and lay with me, her head on my chest and my arms around her, my fingers running through her hair.

"I know I said it before, but I've wanted that for a long time.  I knew you did, too I see how you have always looked at me, you know.  But I never knew how to ask,” she said with a laugh.

"Well, I'm just glad you did ask.  I might never have gotten up the courage.  And then where would we be?"

"You know,” Jane said with that same naughty grin I had grown to like so much over the course of the evening, "we have all night.  That was so amazing, and I want you to know we can do anything you want, tonight.  Anything."

Jane and I lay on the floor next to each other, both exhausted from what we had just done.  We had known each other for a long while, but this had been our first date and I had barely gotten inside her door before we had almost attacked each other.  Ripping our clothes off, collapsing to the floor, me licking and tasting her until she came against my mouth, then sliding my fingers inside her while she sucked me to an amazing orgasm, leaving us both laying on the floor, happy and worn down, at least momentarily.

"You know,” Jane said with that same naughty grin I had grown to like so much over the course of the evening, "we have all night.  That was amazing.  I want you to know we can do anything you want, tonight.  Anything."

I smiled at her, too, and held her a bit tighter, her head on my chest as she listened to my heart beat, and my breathing slowly became less laboured.  I felt like I needed to work out more often, just to keep up.  She lay to my right, and I had my right arm around her shoulders.  I ran my fingers slowly through her hair, down around her earlobe, lightly down over her neck to her shoulders, and reached my left arm around and held her hip, pulling her gently next to me.  She traced her fingers lightly down my chest, then back up toward my neck, then down again, lightly passing them over my nipples, down over my stomach, down to the tops of my thighs.  Her touch was gentle and sweet, and she lightly brushed my cock, softened now.  I gasped lightly as she did, and I moved slightly, excited by her, but not ready.  We were lying naked on the floor of her Living room, but we were on a nice rug she had, and it was an unseasonably warm spring evening, so it was
surprisingly comfortable.  Even more surprisingly, I did not feel in the least bit self-conscious about lying naked on the floor with a relative stranger, all the lights in the house burning.

"So, anything?" I asked, with a bit of a grin.  "I feel like a kid in a sweet shop but I don't want to ask for anything that the shop doesn't carry.  What do you have in mind?"

She laughed a little at my joke, smiling again and kissing my chest.  "Well, I'm not saying I've tried everything in the world, but I'm not a kid, either.  I have had some relationships, had time to experiment.  Heck, I read Cosmo, so I know all the positions, and I watch Sex and the City, and, well, I have done my fair share of girl talking and the like.  Let us just say that I have tried some things, and there is more I would like to try.  But we can take that how you like, and see what works for us both."

I ran my hand down over her back slowly and slowly back up, then down again.  Stroking the small of her back, down over her ass, and squeezing gently, sliding my fingers slowly down over her ass and to the tops of her thighs.  My fingers barely reaching down to touch between her legs, just a light touch, stroking her soft skin and the slight hair.

She pressed herself gently against me, her hips pressing against mine as she lay on her side next to me, then pressing back against my fingers as I slid one finger up along her ass, touching it gently over her tight little hole, then slowly up over her ass, over the small of her back.  This talk, and the touching, and having her so close, was starting to excite me again, and my cock stirred against my thigh.  Her hand travelled down again over my stomach, and she traced one finger up and down along my slowly lengthening dick.

"Mmmmmmm,” she sighed against my chest, as my right hand slid down over the small of her back again, and my left hand slid over the swell of her breast, my fingers sliding around her nipple, not quite touching.  She pressed against me again, sliding her right leg over my legs, squeezing me to her, and my hand cupped her breast gently as she tipped her mouth up towards mine, and we kissed again.

She tasted sweet and lovely, a bit of the wine she had just sipped a lot of, moments before our kisses.  I reached up and cupped her face in my left hand as we kissed, and she leaned into me, pulling her gently up over me slightly.  Both hands cupped her face now, and our kiss deepened -- our lips brushing, tongues touching, sucking her lower lip in mine.  Her hair fell down and brushed against my face, and she laughed as I slid my fingers through her hair and pulled it back.  Kissing her was kind and sexy, gentle and exciting, all at once.

My hands roamed down her bare back, as she arched it and pressed her breasts against my chest.  I could feel her nipples sliding back and forth on my bare skin as my hands reached her ass and travelled down over her thighs.  She pushed herself forward, and her breasts slid slowly up my chest and toward my lips.  She looked down at me, smiling her naughty smile, and touched her right nipple to my lips.  I reached up to cup her breasts but she took my hands in hers and held them above my head, gently but firmly, so that she was in control.  Her nipple brushed my lips again and I snaked my tongue out to touch it, flicking up and down against it as it grew harder, then closing my lips gently over her nipple and sucking it into my mouth.  She gasped lightly, pressing her breast to my mouth, and then pulled back as I sucked a little harder.  I bit her nipple very lightly, just touching my teeth to it, and she moaned.  She pulled back again and her nipple
popped from my lips.

"Oh, Paul,” she said with a smile, "I love feeling you suck on my nipple.”  Then she whispered, "I like it when you suck soft on them at first, then harder.”  Even more quietly, with a small gasp, she breathed, "I like it when you bite them."

Hearing her talk drove me crazy, and, though I am sometimes shy, I felt comfortable talking back to her.  In fact, I wanted to.

"I love your nipples in my mouth,” I said, as I brushed my lips over her left nipple and felt it start to grow harder.  "I like to kiss them,” as I kissed hers, "I like to suck on them,” and then sucked it into my mouth.  She moaned as I sucked on her nipple slowly, then I let my mouth fall away.  "I like to tease with my tongue,” I said, and then circled her taut nipple softly with my tongue, then flicked my tongue over her nipple, barely touching it, my tongue snapping up and down quick and light.  She gasped, and moaned louder, and I touched my teeth to her hard nipple, biting so lightly, then closing my lips and sucking, tugging on her nipple with my teeth and lips, insistently.  "And I love to bite them."

Her nipple was hard in my mouth, like a pebble, and I stroked it with my wet lips.  She moaned and seemed to go weak -- her hands stopped holding mine, and her arms buckled a little as she melted towards me.  She'd been kneeling over me, but she let her body rest against mine more, and I slid my hands down her bare arms and over her back, pulling her against me, feeling her press against my hardening cock, now laying up along my stomach between us.

Jane started to slide up and down along me, and I could feel her wetness pressing against me, sliding along the length of me as we lay there.  I held her face again and kissed her, and we moaned softly into each other's mouths.  My hands roamed down her body, cupping her ass as she slid along me, then pulling her slowly up higher, first so that her breasts hung over my lips again, allowing me to kiss and suck her hard tight nipples.  My hands were on the backs of her thighs now, and I touched a finger to her pussy, sliding along her slick wet lips.  Jane gasped and pressed back against my finger, sighing, "Yes, please...  touch me there.”  I slid my finger inside her, feeling how warm and wet she was on my finger, and touched my other wet fingers to her clit.

She worked her way up my body, as I urged her up with my hands, and I kissed down her stomach, then over the tops of her thighs.  She reached up above her and held an end table as I touched my lips between her legs, and I glanced up to see her looking down at me, her right hand cupping her breast, squeezing gently and circling her nipple.  I held her hips tight and pulled her down to me, thrusting my tongue inside her.  She arched her back and gasped, closing her eyes and throwing her head back, pressing herself down on my searching tongue.

"Mmmmmmm yes lick me Paul...  please...  and touch me, touch me everywhere,” she moaned, louder with each word.

I teased her clit with my tongue now, flicking fast and light over her, feeling her hips move against my mouth.  She leaned back, her hands on either side of my hips, then reached back to stroke my cock, erect and hot, eager for her fingers.  I moaned into her, loving the taste of her and the feel of her touch, and I touched two fingers to her pussy, sliding them in and out, as I closed my lips over her clit and sucked gently.  With my other hand, I touched my wet little finger gently to her ass, pressing slightly, experimenting to see how she would react.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” she said, and looked down at me and smiled.  "That's bad, but I like it very, very much."

In answer, I pressed my finger a little more insistently to her, sliding the very tip inside her tight ass.  She gasped again and pressed down against me, my finger sliding deeper into her and my other fingers deeper into her pussy.  I teased her clit and sucked again as she shook against me.  "Oh, Paul, I'm going to cum already.  Please don't stop,” she cried.  Her hand worked faster on my hard cock, gripping tight and stroking up and down, and she pressed down onto me.

Suddenly Jane cried out again, lurching forward to grab the table with both hands, her hips and thighs shaking as she cried louder.  "Oh God Paul I'm cuming!" Then she moaned louder, crying out loudly, no words now, just sounds.  I tasted how wet she was on my lips and felt it on my fingers, feeling her pussy clamp down on me, her legs go tight around my head momentarily, her ass gripping my invading finger.  Then she went weak, leaning forward and supporting herself on the table, shaking gently, rolling off me to the side.

Jane turned and smiled her wicked smile at me, gasping for air.  I smiled back, and said, "My, you are a naughty one, aren't you?"

"You bring the best out in me, I think.”  She leaned in and kissed me, moaning softly, tasting herself on my lips.

We lay there together on the floor again for a few moments, and then she said, "You know, as much as I love this, I do actually own a bed.  We could even lay in it.”  We got up, walked naked together to the kitchen to get some glasses of water, and climbed into the big bed, which was definitely better, a queen-sized affair with soft sheets.  Under the covers, we kissed again, and she felt me hardening quickly, pressing against her.  "I want you inside me,” Jane said to me, covering my lips with hers, kissing me deeply, and her hand sliding down my body to take my hard cock in her hands.  "But first, in my mouth."

She kissed down my chest, and I arched my hips up towards her as her mouth moved lower, feeling her lips brush the head of my hard cock, then her tongue snaking around the tip.  I moaned in a mix of frustration and pleasure, and then finally sighed deeply as I felt her warm wet mouth close around the head of my hard dick.  Her right hand wrapped around me, and stroked me into her mouth as she worked herself further down my shaft.  I gasped again, pushing up against her, and she sucked me further into her mouth.  My right hand went to her hair, gripping tight, not forcing her, but needing to hold her.  She moaned, her mouth around me, and I felt her hips press down against my leg, rubbing herself gently against me as she sucked me with her wet mouth.  The feeling was incredible, and I felt her tongue swirl around the head of me and then felt her lips slide further down again.  I gasped as she sucked me, and moved my hips more quickly.

"If you keep that up, Jane, I'm going to cum right in your mouth again,” I said, whispering it, not even able to know any more what I wanted at the moment, just wanting the feelings to continue.

She looked up at me, a smile in her eyes, and pulled her mouth off, saying, "As much as I loved that before, this time I want you in me.”  I smiled too, moaning softly, but then froze for a second, realizing that, well, I had not been prepared for this sort of evening in all kinds of ways.

As if reading my mind, Jane climbed over me and reached for a drawer on the bedside table.  "A girl needs to be prepared,” she said.  "Not that these get an awful lot of use, but better safe than sorry, right?"

"Definitely,” I smiled back at her.  I wanted to tell her that she did not need to reassure me that she was not one who slept around a lot.  It was not a concern, but I did not know how to say it.  I just smiled, pulled her to me, and kissed her again.  She held a condom in one hand that she had fished from the drawer, tearing the wrapper open and reaching for me, unrolling it over the head of my cock, working it down over me.  She gripped my latex covered dick tightly, stroking it a few times, then said, "I want you in me and I want you in me now."

I rolled over with her, and she lay on her back, opening her legs to me.  I knelt between them, sliding my hands over her bare thighs, touching my fingers between her legs, feeling her wetness.  I rubbed the tip of me along her wet slit, up towards her clit, then down lower, then back up again, sliding my cock over her hard clit, making her gasp and lift her hips toward me.  "Oh, Paul, put it in me,” she said softly.

I smiled at her wickedly, saying, "Say please...  tell me what you want."

She smiled back, liking the little game we were playing.  "Please, put it in me.  I want to feel you inside me.  I want you to fill me.  I want you to fuck me, Paul."

It was my turn to smile now, incredibly turned on by her and her talk, and I pressed myself forward, easing slowly into her.  She opened her legs wider, gasping an "Ohhhhhhhhhhh" as I slid in so slowly.  First just the tip of me, then a little deeper, then just a little deeper.  I pulled back a bit, teasing her with shallow quick little strokes, and teasing myself, too.  It felt incredible, but I knew I wanted to be deep inside her, and Jane reached out and grabbed hold of my hips, pulling me towards her, and wrapped her legs around me.  I thrust forward and she lifted her hips toward me, crying out as I buried myself inside her.  Her ankles locked behind my hips, and she urged me in deeper as I thrust into her, then pulled back until just the very tip of me was inside her, and slid into her again.

I leaned down and kissed her, our tongues sliding into each other's mouths as I thrust myself into her and she pressed her hips up to meet me.  We moaned into each other's mouths, and I broke the kiss and started kissing down her neck, then back up, my breathing ragged in her ear.  Her arms wrapped around me, gripping my back tight, then slid down my arms to hold my hands and pull the up above her head.  "Hold my hands,” she gasped, as I kissed down her neck and over the swell of her breasts, taking one of her small, hard nipples in my mouth and sucking gently as I slowly eased in and out of her, back and forth.

"Yes, yes, like that,” Jane moaned, and I broke off sucking her nipple to moan myself, moving faster inside her, telling her how good she felt, how tight around me.  I needed to get some control over myself, so I knelt back and held still for a moment, then took her legs and pressed them back toward her chest, placing her ankles on my shoulders.  I took her hand in mine and placed it between her legs, urging her to touch her wet clit as I slid slowly back and forth, easing into her, then back again, forcing myself to slow down.

"Oh god yes,” she cried, arching her back up towards me, thrusting her hips up as I slid into her.  Then that smile again, and she said, "But I want to ride you.  Let me ride you, Paul."

I lay back and she climbed over me, holding the headboard above my head and letting me suck on her nipples for a few moments, my hands on her breasts, pressing them together so I could lick both nipples at once, then leaning back and reaching down between us to rub me against her, and then slide me into her.  She placed her hands on mine, leaning over and holding me down as she slid down my shaft, burying me inside her.  She arched her back and moaned, and I reached up to suck on her nipples again, but she pulled away a bit.

"Now I'm in charge a bit,” she smiled, and started working her hips back and forth on me, keeping me inside her.  I thrust my hips up to meet her, and she gasped softly with each thrust, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.  Oh damn Paul; it's so good to have you inside me."

I was moaning louder now, getting closer to cuming, struggling to control myself, and I think she sensed it.  "I want to cum with you, as you cum inside me.  Are you going to make me cum, Paul? Am I going to make you cum?" I gasped a yes, and she took her hands off mine.  "Then make me cum, Paul...  hold me tight and make me cum."

I grabbed her just under her ass, holding her tight and started lifting her up and down on my cock.  She took my right hand in hers, and raised it to her mouth, sucking on my finger, getting it wet between her wet lips.  I thrust harder towards her, and she took my hand and placed it back on her ass.  "Touch my ass with your finger, please?" I rubbed my wet finger against her ass, sliding my other hand around her to touch her clit as she leaned back and rode me harder.

"Yes, Paul, yes.  Touch me there, and oh god please, put your finger in my ass.”  I pressed against her, gently but firmly, and she pressed herself down against me.  Taking me deeper in her pussy and taking the very tip of my finger into her ass.

Her movements grew even more intense, and she rode me hard and fast, bucking her hips and crying out louder and louder.  She leaned down to kiss me, our tongues dancing together, and then she broke the kiss suddenly and gasped, "Oh I'm gonna cum Paul.  I'm gonna cum now,” then cried out long and hard.  I felt her tighten around my cock and around my wet finger, and I thrust deeper into her, crying out myself as I exploded so hard within her, my back arched, feeling her thrust down hard onto me, my cock so deep inside her, my finger sliding into her ass.  I felt how wet she was on me, and how warm and tight, and I wanted it to last forever.

Jane collapsed on me, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her tightly for a few moments, feeling her skin against mine, running my hands up and down her bare back.  I slowly slid out of her, mindful of the condom, and we lay together there on the bed, not able to speak, just breathing softly.