For being a gangster he was simultaneously a child. Innocent, generous, and when he chose for it to be, his heart made of sunshine. He didn’t know how to take me. His shyness would wash over him whenever he approach me. Our first kiss was truly like a first kiss. As though we had never kissed another. It was full of sweetness, awkwardness, a tenderness I thought was not possible again in my life.

Sitting in his little room, he slid to me, coming across the floor on his knees, almost at a crawl. His rough hands inched up my legs, to my thighs, learning my curves. He cupped my mounds of ass pulling me, tugging, drawing me into him, my thighs surrounding his frame. As he glanced up his brown eyes stared at me, I, out of habit, glanced away. His eyes drop and  slide across my body, understanding with his stare. I watch him watch me, rising along my landscape, his nervous hands not knowing where to go, but they feel just fine on my thighs.

He moves in, his shoulders suddenly become broad, his lips find mine. I feel like it was my first kiss all over again, but then all of that melts away and our kiss become just that, ours. Innocent and dirty at the same time. Wet, sultry and intoxicating, I was blazing. We kissed all night, my pussy was melted to the chair. We did not move much from our original position, he remained between my full thighs, pulling me–his cock is straining, enticing every part of me in. I want more, pulling his fingers to my lips, I draw them up, in. Kissing, sucking the tips, two fingers on my tongue–my lips surround. Suck. I want to suck, I want to have him in my mouth, filled, lost. Fucking my lips, mouth, me. His thumb slides in. Unison sigh. Dynamic fusion in my mouth, saturation pussy.



I lose my wits eternally and am full of lusty. I don’t want too, but I do it. Lips separate, and I, somehow,  manifest my departure. We float to standing, his cock stiff knocking at my door, pressing into my thigh. The link between us is linked.