I couldn’t believe it was finally happening. As I locked the door behind me and tossed my keys on the counter, a wave of excitement washed over me. It had been years since I first met K online, and I had been dreaming about this moment ever since.
I heard K’s footsteps echoing through the hallway, and I turned to face him, my heart racing. His gaze raked over my body, and I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.
“You’re early,” I said, my voice coming out huskier than I intended.
K smirked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “I couldn’t wait any longer.”
Without another word, K closed the distance between us, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. I moaned into the kiss, my hands reaching up to tangle in K’s hair. I could feel K’s hard length pressing against me, and I couldn’t help but grind against him.
K growled, his hands moving down to grip my ass as he deepened the kiss. I could feel myself getting lost in the moment, my mind going blank as my body took over.
Breaking the kiss, K trailed his lips down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. I gasped, my head falling back as I gave myself over to the pleasure.
“You’re so needy, aren’t you?” K murmured, his breath hot against my ear.
I glared at him, trying to muster up some indignation. “Shut up and fuck me already.”
K laughed, the sound low and deep. “So demanding.”
He reached down, grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head. I stood there, bare-chested and vulnerable, as K took me in.
“God, you’re beautiful,” K said, his voice filled with awe.
I rolled my eyes, even as I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks. “Stop staring and get naked already.”
K chuckled, but complies, quickly stripping out of his own clothes. And then we’re both standing there, naked and eager, our eyes locked as we moved closer to each other.
I reached out, running my hands over K’s muscular chest. He was even more beautiful in person than he was online. I couldn’t believe he was finally here, in my apartment, and that we were finally going to be together.
K reached for me, pulling me close and capturing my lips in a searing kiss. I moaned, my hands reaching down to grip his firm ass. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him, now.
“Bedroom,” I gasped, breaking the kiss.
K nodded, understanding. He grabbed my hand and led me down the hallway to my bedroom. As soon as we entered, K pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer as I ground my hips against his. I could feel the heat building between us, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before we both exploded.
K reached down, grabbing my cock and stroking it roughly. I moaned, my head falling back as I gave myself over to the pleasure.
“You’re so fucking hot,” K murmured, his lips trailing down my neck.
I reached down, grabbing K’s cock and stroking it in time with his own movements. We were both panting, our bodies slick with sweat as we moved closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m close,” I gasped.
“Me too,” K said, his voice strained.
With one final stroke, we both came, our bodies shuddering with pleasure. I collapsed back onto the bed, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
K collapsed beside me, his head resting on my chest. We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we both came down from our high.
“That was amazing,” K said, his voice filled with wonder.
I smiled, feeling more content than I had in years. “It was worth the wait.”
K chuckled, his fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “I can’t wait to see what the rest of the weekend has in store for us.”
I couldn’t either. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly alive. And it was all thanks to K.
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