Marcus

4 months ago

The evening air is filled with a delightful mixture of scents as I pull the motorcycle over by the charming bistro. The soft glow of string lights and the murmur of laughter from other diners create a warm ambiance. I help Melanie dismount the bike, relishing the closeness as she swings her leg over and stands beside me.

With a practiced move, I unmount the motorcycle, and we stand there for a moment, taking in the scene. Melanie, with her helmet on, looks at me with a playful glint in her eyes. I can't help but admire the way she rocks the motorcycle chic look.

As she removes her helmet, her hair tumbles down in waves, and she looks even more beautiful and sexy than before. Melanie is wearing wide-leg pants with a coral floral print, paired with a matching tank top. The colors complement the summer evening, and I can't help but watch her, a smile forming on my face. She hands me the helmet, and as she combs her fingers through her hair, a surge of admiration courses through me.

Her cheeks flush with a blush, and she glances at me curiously. "What?"

"Damn, Melanie, you're so sexy," I admit, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

Her blush deepens, and I decide to seize the moment. Taking her hand, I kiss it gently, savoring the warmth and softness. "Shall we?" I suggest, leading her toward the entrance of the restaurant.

Inside, the ambiance is cozy, and a hostess greets us. "Reservation under the name Thompson," I inform her.

Melanie shoots me a surprised yet impressed look, and I can't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Adam's advice to make a reservation echoes in my mind, and I silently thank him for steering me in the right direction. Melanie is indeed impressed, just as Adam predicted.

We follow the hostess to our table, and as we settle in, the evening unfolds before us. The menu is perused, choices are made, and a waiter takes our order. The atmosphere is alive with the hum of conversations, soft music playing in the background.

Melanie leans back in her chair, a contented smile gracing her lips. "You really went all out tonight, didn't you?"

I chuckle, enjoying the banter. "Well, I figured if we're going to do dinner, might as well make it special."

She nods in agreement, and our conversation effortlessly flows between bites of appetizers and sips of wine. The evening air feels light, charged with energy that binds us together.

The conversation with Melanie flows effortlessly, each topic revealing new facets of her personality that I find captivating. As we eat dinner and share a bottle of wine, the evening takes on a rhythm of its own.

Eventually, we decide to indulge in dessert, opting to share a tiramisu. Melanie takes a bite, and a delighted moan escapes her lips. "I love tiramisu," she confesses.

I chuckle, making a mental note to remember her preference for future reference.

"What's next on the agenda?" she asks.

I consider the possibilities, thinking about how much I'd love to take her back to my place. It's a golden opportunity – my family is away for the weekend. Still, I want to ensure she's comfortable and feels in control. "We can do whatever you want," I reply with a genuine smile.

Melanie's touch sends a jolt through me as she places her hand on mine. The warmth of her skin against mine sparks a surge of anticipation. She looks at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes and says, "I'd like to pick up where we left off the other day in the forest."

My fork slips from my hand, clattering onto the plate. My heart begins to beat erratically, and a rush of excitement courses through my veins.

Fuck, yeah.

With a nod, I signal the waiter. A few minutes later, the bill is settled, and we're back on the motorcycle, ready to continue our night. The engine roars to life, and as we ride into the night, the city lights twinkling around us, I can't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.

In just a few minutes, the motorcycle glides to a smooth stop, and I pull over, parking it outside my house. I lead the way to the front door, unlocking it and holding it open for Melanie. She steps inside, and the moment the door closes behind us, we're enveloped in darkness. My heart beats wildly, and I can feel my pulse racing. Melanie moves towards me, her hands reaching out to caress my face. Her lips brush against mine, and I feel a wave of desire wash over me.

I move my hands to her waist, pulling her closer to me. Our bodies press together, and I can feel the heat radiating from her skin. Her lips part slightly, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss. My tongue traces along her bottom lip before slipping into her mouth.

She moans softly, her hands moving to my back as she pulls me closer. I break the kiss, trailing my lips down her neck. I can feel her pulse pounding beneath my lips, and I suck gently on the sensitive skin. She gasps in pleasure, and I smile against her skin.

Melanie pulls away from me, her breathing heavy. "I want you," she whispers, her voice low and husky. I reach down and pull her tank top off, revealing her lacy bra.

I run my fingers across the fabric, teasing her nipples through the material. She moans again, her hips swaying against me. I slide my hands under her bra, cupping her breasts in my palms. She arches her back, pressing herself against me.

I kiss her again, my hands exploring every inch of her body. I can feel her heart beating against my chest, and I know that she wants me as much as I want her. We break apart, panting heavily. Melanie reaches down and unzips my jeans, her fingers deftly sliding them down my legs.

I step out of them, and she pulls off my shirt, exposing my toned chest. She runs her hands over my abs, her fingers tracing the lines of muscle. I groan, feeling the pleasure coursing through my body. She takes a step back, looking at me with desire in her eyes.

"You're so hot," she says, her voice soft and breathless. I smile, feeling the warmth spread through my body. "So are you," I reply, my voice rough with emotion. Melanie reaches up and pulls my head down to hers, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Her hands move down my back, her fingers grazing my ass. She pulls away, her eyes glazed with lust. "I want you inside me," she whispers, her voice hoarse with desire and I am a fucking goner. I reach down and slide her pants down her legs and as she steps out of them, I take a moment to admire her naked body. She's perfect, every curve and line of her body a work of art. I can't wait any longer. I grab her hand and lead her upstairs, to my bedroom. We stumble into the room, our underwear falling to the floor as we make our way to the bed.

I push her down onto the bed, and she looks up at me with a mix of lust and anticipation. I lean down and kiss her passionately, my hands roaming over her body as we explore each other's mouths. She moans into my mouth as I trail kisses down her neck, nibbling on her earlobe before moving to the other side of her neck.

She gasps as I bite down gently, my teeth leaving a mark on her skin. I move down to her chest, kissing and sucking on her nipples until they are hard and erect. She moans loudly, her hips bucking against mine. I slide my hands down her body, my fingers brushing against her wet pussy.

She shudders as I touch her, her hips arching up towards me. I slip a finger inside her, feeling her tightness around my finger. She moans louder, her legs spreading wider as I finger her. I add another finger, stretching her open as she cries out in pleasure.

I start to finger her faster, my thumb rubbing her clit as she cries out in pleasure. She arches up, pressing herself against my hand as I keep thrusting. I can feel the tension building inside of her and know that she is close to cumming.

I increase the pace of my fingers, rubbing her clit harder as she screams out in ecstasy, calling out my name. Her body trembles as she comes, her juices flowing freely from her pussy. I continue to finger her until she has calmed down, her breathing slowly returning to normal.

I pull my fingers out of her, licking them clean as she watches me. She smiles, her eyes shining with satisfaction. I grab a condom from my nightstand and I roll it on my hard cock. I climb onto the bed, settling myself between her legs. She wraps her arms around me, pulling me closer as we kiss deeply.

My cock is hard and ready, and I can't wait to be inside her again. I position myself at her entrance, and she wraps her legs around me, pulling me closer. I thrust forward, my cock sliding easily into her wet pussy.

She moans as I fill her, and I start to move inside her, my hips moving in a steady rhythm. She arches her back, pushing herself against me as I thrust into her. Her pussy is tight and wet, and the feeling of being inside her is incredible.

I can feel her muscles contracting around my cock, and I know that she is enjoying it just as much as I am. I pick up the pace, thrusting harder and faster as she moans and cries out in pleasure. Her body is writhing beneath me, her legs squeezing my hips as I fuck her.

I can feel her pussy getting tighter and tighter, and I know that she is about to cum again. I thrust deeper, my cock hitting her G-spot, and she cries out in ecstasy as she comes. Her pussy clenches around my cock, her body shuddering in my arms, the sweetest and at the same time hottest moans coming out of her mouth.

I continue to thrust into her, my own orgasm building within me. I can feel it coming, and I thrust one last time, filling the latex barrier with my hot cum. We collapse together, our bodies entwined as we catch our breath.

I open my eyes and look at her, my cock still buried deep inside of her. She is so beautiful in the afterglow of her orgasms. The orgasms I gave her. I am so proud of that.

So beautiful. So sexy. My cock twitches inside her, a moan escaping her lips.

She is mine.