Lucky One Part 6 #eroticromance #flashfriday #flashfiction #shortstory #lucky1

Once we got to his room, he told me to wait for a minute while he ducked into the bathroom. I dropped my towel and shed my wet underwear on the floor. I laid down on the bed naked and waited for him.

"So you want to know my plan?" he said, emerging in a pair of black loose sweatpants.

I nodded.

"When I saw you I thought … I thought you looked like the kind of girl that isn’t too sure where she belongs," he said. "Or what she wants."

"You can tell all that by looking at me for five seconds?"

I felt very, very exposed in front of him.

"I saw you take your ring off," he said.

Shit. I definitely shouldn’t be naked for this conversation. My eyes widened and I sighed.

"So yeah, I am confused, I guess," I said.

He stood in front of me and grabbed my ankles, spreading my legs apart.

"I want you to tell me what you want," he said, bending over me to kiss my inner thigh. "You have to tell me otherwise I won’t do it.”

"What do you mean?” I needed him to fuck me. I wanted to tell him just to fuck me. With his beautiful face in my face.

"Well, do you want this?" He yanked me up so my core met his face and he slowly moved his tongue around, barely making contact where I needed it most. He kept moving. Slowly, lightly, too lightly, I couldn’t stand it.

"Yes, yes, I do," I panted back at him.

"Or do you want this?" He flipped me over on the bed so my ass was in the air. He must have pulled his pants off because I felt the tip of his dick against me, copying the same slow circles he had made with his tongue.

Over and over, never entering me.

I heard him moan quietly despite himself.

"Do you? You have to ask for what you want," he said, totally in control.

He applied more pressure to the slow stroke right at my opening. I was almost about to come before we’d ever actually fucked.

"Yes, please," I said softly.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me, I want you to fuck me, I wanted it from the moment I saw you tonight," I said, using all my strength to get out the words.

"I’m gonna make you forget yourself, baby girl," he said back.

And then he did.

He entered me fast and just held himself there, savoring the contact between us, the heat as we caught our breath.

He moved against me for a few moments but then decided he wanted something more, so he flipped me back over and I wrapped my legs firmly around his back as he pounded against me hard. I could feel every rock hard muscle against me and the sweat that started to build between us.

His breathing was the only thing I could hear and I felt my climax was overtaking me with a power that surprised and scared me.

"Wait, wait, wait," I told him. "I’m gonna come, it’s too much."

"It’s never enough," he said back, not letting up, and I came hard against him, crying out, sure the people in the next room could hear my scream.

He kept going at the same rough pace and my brain couldn’t even catch up before another orgasm took over my body and I shuddered against him.

"God damn," he said, holding on to me and then shaking with his own release.

We laid there for a few minutes in silence, just touching each other.

"So I have something to ask you, something that I want," I said finally in the quiet. The sun was coming up.

"What’s that," he said, lifting up his head, his wet hair hanging over me.

"Can we do it again?"