Erotic story: “I let out a moan as he pressed his fingers into my buttocks”

When Rose bumps into this old acquaintance, she thinks she knows how the evening will end, but reality does not even come close to her wildest dreams.

I slam the car door behind me, look back at him once more and walk towards my house. He doesn't drive away yet, but waits until I close the door behind me. It has been two days since I met him and I am only now at home.

As the door slams behind me, I hear him drive away. I fish my phone out of my bag and smile as the screen lights up. “Bye beauty, until next time,” I read in the preview. Meanwhile, notifications keep pouring in from my girlfriends. “Where on earth are you? Are you still with J?” I really need to let Saar know that I am safely back home, but I want to hold on to the intoxication of these days for just a little while longer.

In the bedroom, I let myself fall face-first onto the bed and I let out a short scream into my pillow. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut and feel again how his hands freed my breasts from my bra. The cold outside air on my skin. His muscular arms around me. How his hand disappeared between my legs there in that alley. It was just the beginning.

My lips are sore from kissing, my cheeks a little red from his three-day beard and I can still feel him inside me. After the brief but intense lovemaking in the alley, I walked home with him. My blouse sloppily buttoned as the buttons were left as evidence. His arm wrapped tightly around my shoulders. His lips finding mine briefly each time along the way. I doze off through the sleep deprivation of two nights and suddenly I am back in his kitchen.

I lean against the kitchen counter, watching him pour two glasses of wine. He pushes one glass into my hands, but leaves that one of his own. I take a sip. When I look up, I see his eyes glide over my face. He seems to be taking in every bit. I put my glass away, grab his hand and pull him towards me. I want his body against mine every second. It is as if it is physically impossible not to touch him. He gently rubs my lower lip with his thumb, before his hand disappears down my neck into my hair. I slowly slide my tongue into his mouth. He tastes of wine, even though his glass is still untouched on the kitchen worktop. His tongue explores my mouth and his lips press themselves a little more firmly on mine. I feel the arousal pull down through my body. Meanwhile, he unbuttons my blouse with ease and then slides my trousers down over my hips. I stand in front of him in just my lingerie in his kitchen.

I gently disengage from him and he raises his eyebrow briefly. “Where is that going?” He looks at me amused. I unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor at his feet. Then I hook my fingers behind the lace of my thong and pull off the last bit of fabric on my body. He slowly blows the air between his lips. With every step he takes up my side, I take one back. He chuckles. ‘Are you challenging me, Rose?“ I tilt my head for a moment. In one movement, he pulls his shirt over his head. With his thumb and forefinger, he unhooks the button of his jeans and as he moves faster and faster in my direction, he hops out of his trousers.

He takes a few steps in my direction at lightning speed and I stumble backwards onto the sofa. With one arm, he turns me onto my stomach and I feel his fingers disappear inside me from behind. I press my lower body against his hand and he moves faster. His erection is already pressing against my buttocks. He pulls me closer to him by my hips and then I feel him inside me. His hand presses on my lower back and each thrust is a little deeper, a little harder. I let out a moan as he presses his fingers into my buttocks.

When I open my eyes I see that he is watching me from the other pillow. I smile and roll towards him. “I think I have to go like this,” I whisper into his neck. “Do you have anything to do today then?”, he says as he pulls me closer to him. I shake no and consider that I need to tap Saar. “Then you're not going anywhere at all,” he laughs. And he presses me firmly into the mattress as his lips trace a trail from my neck, to my breasts and I moan out as his head disappears between my legs and he licks me agonisingly slowly.