milledchronicles

[milledchronicles]

After several bad, terrible, not-so-good dates...Jade Dawson was in need of a real connection. She pulled out a chair and texted her date she had just arrived. She then heard an Android notification followed by a voice asking her name. When she looked up, she saw a pair of kind, dark eyes looking down at her. He’s so cute, she said to herself as she stood to graciously hug him.

Bryan Spence took the seat next to her and tucked his chair ever so slightly in her direction. The table arrangement was set up in a diamond shape as opposed to a square, which created both a comfortable and intimate experience. It was from this distance she could size him up. He was on the taller, slender side with a full beard that covered his youthful features. It made him look five to seven years older than his twenty-two years. His facial hair had a hint of auburn that had a slight gradient to chestnut brown to the top of his head. His muscle tone indicated he was a regular at the gym, but he also spoke with a slight inflection in tone that didn’t match his persona. He was sort of a juxtaposition in terms of masculinity and it set Jade ablaze. She always fancied the odd ones.

The lone man behind the bar tended to them immediately after Bryan sat. He introduced himself and dropped off the menus while listing the specials for the day. They looked over the items and talked about the days events at work. The conversation between them flowed organically. It was as if they had always known each other; not just messaging back and forth for a few weeks. The exchange was so delightful, like the vibrancy between a second round of drinks. She was able to make him laugh even though she wasn’t normally funny. He made her day by quoting her favorite animated show. The tension between them began to swell to palpable levels.

So when he asked her back to his place to smoke a bowl, her answer was an emphatic yes. She excused herself to the restroom after he slipped his card into the bill’s tray. While glancing at the mirror, she finger combed her blue black curly tresses and adjusted her gold septum piercing. She reached into her purse and touched up her burgundy lipstick that flattered her skin color. It was a lovely shade of mocha that reflected her mixed heritage and made it difficult to pinpoint her nationality. Jade knew all too well she got her untameable hair from her Afro-Latina mom and her high cheekbones from her European-Native American dad. She checked for any food in her teeth and smirked at her reflection. Just a bit of steady fun, she thought.

As it turned out, his place wasn’t far from the restaurant. He mentioned that he wanted to see more of the city since moving from Washington D.C. six months prior. He moved in with his best friend after she told him he had a room for rent.

“What? Just like that? You up and move?” she asked taken back by his bold decision to move.

“I knew that there wasn’t anything for me back home...career wise...and I wanted to move somewhere warmer. I was over the harsh winters.” His laugh had a beautiful innocence to it, like the first time a butterfly flaps its wings. It made Jade’s body tingle, all the way from the roots of her newly dyed hair to the tips of her painted toes. She felt entranced by his casual demeanor. He didn’t walk and boast in the overconfidence a lot of men his own age. His confidence was quiet and subtle that matched his intelligence. He had a natural sweet disposition that was the result of growing up with a single mother and older sister. Jade, the reformed maneater, was very intrigued by this breed of male. She imagined her lawful evil self filing her nails into a point so she could rip the flesh from his back when he penetrated her.

When they got to his apartment, they sat on his couch and she watched him pinch off the fluffy ground up grassy-diesel smelling herb and drop it into a long glass pipe. He passed the blue and black piece to her first. The combination of THC and alcohol coursed through her system with an oceanic rhythm. It collided with her hormones that have been slightly deprived. Her past two dates resulted it some of the worst sex she ever had. So to her delight, she studied him leaning in to touch his lips to hers. His kiss was sensual yet commanding. He knew how to please a woman and it was obvious he wanted to show her. He touched her with finesse. First starting underneath her jawline caressing her neck and cheek then slowly moving his way down to her shoulder. She pressed her chest in his direction encouraging him to touch her more. His fingers traced her bra strap, then cupped her breast. Bryan’s squeeze resulted her nipple to harden in the center of his palm. He squeezed again causing her to moan into his mouth.

Jade’s head was swimming with desire. Her skin was flushed and heated. So when he stopped for a second, she felt her whole body urge him to keep going. Without saying a word, he took her hand and walked to his bedroom. He closed the door behind her and continued kissing her with an innate, sexual passion. He was both romantic and carnal. He lifted her dress and lied her down on his bed. The touch of his bare hand against her belly, moving downwards, made her blood boil. Her clit was already swollen. The sheer contact sent shockwaves throughout her core that almost a blinding light came over her. He pressed firmly down on her button and then used the juices that flowed out of her to rub her clit more, resulting her to convulse sportatically. The tension in her whole body tightened and contracted, pushing her closer to the edge. His kisses had become more aggressive and his eyes changed from a docile male to an eager animal tamer.

After her second orgasm, she briefly felt weightless in his arms. She kissed him deeply enjoying the feel of his tongue moving to the same rhythm as hers. She rolled him over on his back and enjoyed watching his eyes scan her entire body. She met his gaze as she pinched the straps to her bra feeling the cool air against her flushed skin. She knelt before him only wearing a teal thong that illuminated against her skin color. She straddled him confidently and rubbed against his groin. He has far too many clothes on, she thought. Time to get rid of these. She took off his shirt and laughed to herself when she saw Robin from Teen Titans tattooed on his chest. It looked slightly faded and done by an amateur. But the pecs below it were tight and newly swolled from the gym. She kissed down his body and unbuttoned his pants. Button down fly ugh, she thought smugly. The worst type of jean fasteners.

She pulled down the atrocious pants and out swung a beautifully sculpted erect cock tucked away below his boxers. The peak had a small wet spot where his erection pushed firmly against. She slowly stripped down the last of his clothing to reveal his long, meaty dick. She devoured him, sliding all of him down her throat. The saliva began to pool inside her hungry mouth, letting some of the excess drip out the corners. She would pucker her lips and lick his shaft while still having him all in her mouth, testing the different pressures. He mostly laid still except for the few times he’d clench the sheets below him or when he pulsed inside her mouth the deeper she went. He groaned happily. He tapered wider down which made her insides quake. She was tempted to get on him and ride him to a filthy orgasm but she found herself enjoying sucking his long velvety flesh. He firmed up harder the longer she went. It was time.

She straddled him but she wasn’t really sure why. She was horny, yes. She was definitely going to get dick by the end of this night. But she wasn’t the type to get on top, especially for the first time. It was almost instinctual and strangely enough, she found herself wanting, needing to subdue the sweet, caring boy that paid for dinner and looked so charming before the kiss. She wanted to make him bend and yield to her will. Ride him and let him know how good her pussy is so he finds himself needing it again.

She gripped onto his erection and slid down. He filled Jade just to the point of her brink. Just enough to make her gasp when he twitched an inch harder. Damn, he felt so good to ride. Like a different kind of good. Almost as if their bodies fit seamlessly together. She felt like she was close again. She smashed her sex rapidity against his. Once she felt like she had peaked, she arched her back and let out a satisfied moan. Even though she had stopped, he was the one thrusting up inside her. She could feel him quiver and pulse one big time inside her rapture, and her hungry pussy lips engulfing his essence. His orgasm was intense and lingered between them. He was the type of man who only had a good time when his partner was enjoying herself to the fullest. Watching her, hearing her, feeling her...only then did he feel he was allowed to savor the moment. The succubus within her felt like she could finally break free. She only gave her new subject a short break until she kissed him deeply urging him to rise up.

The second time he was on top and plunged deep inside. He’d kiss her in the most gentle yet raveging of ways. He would mimic her tongue movements. He was a gentle man with a fierce sense of sexual prowess. While most people closed their eyes during sex, his eyes remained fixated on his lover’s face. His eyes were intense, frightening at times...as if he were looking deep inside his lover’s soul and joining her there.

She couldn’t look away though. As much as she felt as if she should, like a deep shutter ripping through her body, she held his gaze. It was like looking straight into the sun and at any moment she would go blind. The heat from his stare coursed through her. His mouth agape, enjoying the sensation. Suddenly she felt her pleasure start to rise. She closed her eyes and rode the intense wave. It was as if she was being lifted off the ground. Higher and higher she rose feeling her skin tingle. Waves of intense pleasure began to lift her. She didn’t feel like she was connected to this earth any longer; she had reached the exosphere and was soaring through the cosmos. Suddenly he hit it just right causing her to dig her shoulder blades into the bed and screamed her orgasm. Then she drifted off feeling like she was just launched into space and landed in the stars.

It had been years since Jade had been so sexually synced with someone. She liked looking at him because it stripped her of her vulnerability and she enjoyed that feeling with him. She didn’t even realize how exhausting it was having to keep her guard constantly up until she met him. He disarmed her.

She took him an impressive three times that first night. For the last time, she gladly got on top again. I could get used to this, she thought. He was an easy stallion to ride. He filled her swollen cunt just to the point where it pinched the back of her vaginal walls. She clung on tightly in response. She felt her whole body shudder the harder and faster she rode him. Driving her sex down with intent, feeling the rush and eventual release of yet another orgasm. The last one took practically everything out of her, and she collapsed on his chest.

There was no way of knowing that after this first night together, she would leave a piece of her heart behind. It was so unlike her. But as he stood waited outside with her until her rideshare showed up, basking in their afterglow, he looked freightingly attractive. Then he gave her a long kiss goodnight. Not just a simple “I’ll never see you again” kind of kiss. No. This was a “I can’t bloody wait to do this again with you” kind of kiss.

She caught her breath and inhaled his just a little longer. The exchange lit a fire inside her. Ignited something that hadn’t been stirred in a while. She smiled and waved goodnight to the man who she later dreamed about before drifting off to sleep.