We had barely made it through the front door before clothes started coming off. Ryan's jeans were already unbuttoned and unzipped. My shirt ended up by the door, Ryan's a few feet away. A trail of clothing made a path to my bedroom, and by the time we got to my bedroom, I was wearing nothing but my panties, Ryan in nothing but his boxer briefs.

Those few items of clothing were quickly disposed of and we crashed down on the bed. Desperate and starving for each other, a need that could not be conveyed by mere words, but just by what we were feeling in the very moment.

With one thrust, he was fully inside of me. All foreplay was done in the car. There was no need for any more. He was fully hard, I was dripping wet. We were both more than ready.

And fuck he felt so good.

It only took a few strokes from him before my orgasm was crashing over me. His hands and lips were everywhere. His touch setting me on fire.

I dug my nails into his shoulder as he drove into me. His hips moving so fast that everything became a blur, and I swore I saw stars. I arched my back up off the the bed, my hips rising to meet his. He threw his head back and let out a delicious moan, and it was the sexiest thing ever.

The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I went into pure sensory overload. All of my senses heightened. In addition to the skin slapping sounds, the tangy scent of arousal hung in the air. I could still taste the sweet Body Armor on his tongue. I could see the passion burning in his hooded eyes, but most of all was the way I felt. It was everything. I felt every inch of him inside of me. Every touch of his hands on my body burned. His lips felt so warm against mine. Most of all I felt the quickening in the pit of my stomach, the tingling traveling lower and settling in my core. Trembling in my legs which were wrapped tightly around him. I felt my walls clenching, tightening around him. But most of all I felt the heat. Intense, burning heat.

And then the earth shattered, or maybe that was just my orgasm. My third of the night. Why am I even counting?

Ryan followed a moment later. His cock twitching inside of me and the warmth of his seed spilling into me caused me to cry out in ecstasy and hold him to me just a moment longer.

He collapsed onto me breathlessly, his face
buried in the side of my neck. A moment later, he pulled out, and I could feel the warm semen run out of me. We were so needy, so impatient for each other, we had forgotten to use a condom. I wasn't worried though. We were fine.

Relishing in the post orgasmic bliss, I could not think, which was a good thing since I think too much anyway. Tonight wasn't about thinking, it was all about feeling, and I was feeling so damn good.

After finally catching our breaths, Ryan spoke. "Kels... uh.. we didn't use anything. I'm sorry. I didn't even think about it. He had a slight look of alarm on his face.

"It's fine Ryan. I promise. Don't worry about it." I reassured him. Even though I was not likely to get pregnant, and I had not been sexually active in quite a while, I was on birth control simply to regulate my cycles.

He flashed a smile of relief then leaned over to give me a quick kiss before going into the bathroom. He returned a few moments later with a couple of damp towels for us to clean ourselves up with.

He pulled me closer to him, until my head was resting on his chest, then he kissed my forehead.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked softly.

"How hot that was." I replied.

"Agreed. That was very hot. Anything else on your mind?"

"Nope. Tonight, I'm not thinking about anything but you and me." I meant it. All I wanted was him. We had only met face to face nine days ago. Was it possible to completely fall for someone in that short amount of time?

He rolled over and kissed me again. This kiss was different. It was softer, not as urgent, but no less passionate. I could feel my body respond to it. As the kiss deepened, I realized I had never felt more alive in my life.

His lips burned a trail along my neck, finding my sweet spot and nibbling on it. He placed open mouth kisses along my collarbone, moving further down to my breasts for his tongue to circle my nipple before taking it into his mouth to suckle on it. A wave of pleasure shot straight to my clit, making it throb.

He moved on to my other breast, this time, he didn't just suckle it, he lightly bit it, and I was throbbing more than ever.

He peppered my rib cage and stomach with more kisses, moving lower at a painstakingly slow pace. When he kissed the scar on my lower stomach, my heart nearly burst. He placed several kisses over that area, proving to me that he did not care that I was scarred.

He kissed the top of my thigh, gently spreading my legs as he did so. His lips moving lower and lower to my inner thigh. He moved on to my inner thigh, completely bypassing the area I needed him most. He was clearly in no rush, taking his time to explore and savor my body.

"Ryan please." I begged. I was completely at his mercy.

"Shhhh." He murmured and continued kissing my inner thigh. I could feel his hot breath against me. He was dragging his out, and all I could do was wait for it.

I was a hot, squirming mess by the time his tongue reached out to flick at my clit, and I could feel my own wetness begin to leak out of my body.

He separated my slick folds, then licked a stripe along them, his eyes on me the entire time. I didn't see the expression on his face because my own eyes had rolled back into my head, and my eyelids had begun to flutter. He had barely touched my pussy, and I was already coming completely undone.

When his tongue finally plunged into me, my bottom half shot up off the mattress, and he placed a hand on my stomach to hold me in place.

As his tongue fully teased me from the inside, his nose brushed against my clit, leaving me crying out in sheer pleasure, as my hands threaded through his thick, wavy hair.

He lifted his head to look at me again, and I whimpered from the loss of contact. He lowered his head again between my thighs and licked me from hole to hole before his tongue plunged back into my pussy, and I exploded. My thighs contracting around his head, my hands tugging on his hair, holding his head against me.

He greedily lapped up the flood of wetness I released. Once again licking me from hole to hole, cleaning my mess thoroughly.

He had made me cum twice with just his tongue. He didn't have to lay a hand, or finger on me. Either I was that needy, or he was just that damn good.

He moved up to cover my body with his, and he kissed my deeply, his tongue caressing all the contours of my mouth. His fully hard cock rubbed against you sensitive clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body. He lifted his head a locked eyes with me, and my breath caught in my throat.

He pressed his lips to mine again, his kiss nearly stealing what breath I had left from my body. I thought I needed a moment to recover, but I just needed him. I shifted my hips beneath him, anticipating.

He lifted his hips from mine, and grabbed his cock with one hand. Lining up with my entrance, he slid slowly into me, and I cried out in pleasure as he filled me completely.

His strokes were slow and deliberate, long and smooth, and when his crown brushed against me in just the right spot, I felt he heat begin to build inside of me.

When he took my hand and laced his fingers through mine, it felt so intimate, so much more. This was not just sex. It was more than just sex. This was making love.

He took me right to the edge, I was teetering off the side of it when he stilled. I searched his eyes questioningly.

"Not yet." He whispered against my lips, and then he rolled us over so I was now on top.

"Slow." He said softly, placing his hand on my hips, then slowly moving me back and forth on his cock. Every little movement hit me just right, and when he raised his hips slightly, the tip of his cock brushed against my G-spot, and I could feel my muscles contract around him. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on.

He placed his hand on my back, pushing me down until my breasts were flattened against his chest, his arms locked solidly around me. His eyes had gotten a shade darker, and I sensed he was ready to go off the edge and take me with him. He kissed me again, this time with more urgency. His tongue licking into my mouth, enticing my own tongue to dance with his.

He began bucking his hips up into me, hitting that spot that I had been craving. The slow buildup was making for a powerful orgasm for both of us, and I was at the mercy of my body's quivering. I had never felt anything this intense, and when it crashed over me, I felt like I had been shattered into a million pieces. I may never leave this bed again, and that was just fine as long as Ryan was here next to me.

When I felt his body shake beneath me, and his seed shoot into me, I was hit with another mini orgasm.

Finally, his hips stilled and he lay panting under me, thoroughly spent, his own orgasm as powerful as mine. I collapsed onto him, lifting my hips just enough to release him. I didn't want to move. My limbs were so heavy. Could I just stay like this forever?

We laid there for several minutes, waiting to catch our breaths. It seemed as if time had stopped. I was feeling so much emotion in the moment.

He nuzzled my neck and spoke in almost a whisper. "I think I'm falling in love with you Kelsie."