Share My Bed

"Michael, how could I **** you to sleep on the couch? It's not like we're a married couple, and I'm punishing you for some offence! You'll just have to sleep with me until you can arrange to have a bed delivered. I didn't go through all this trouble to treat you like that!”, I state flatly. Only after I finished talking did it sink in. Did I just say we should share my bed? Didn't I just meet him less than an hour ago? And yet now I'm insisting he'd sleep in the same bed. It will be a tight fit, as it’s only a double bed.

As I ponder what just said, his smile brightens considerably. "You didn't have to do that for me, Bridget, you’re the best. You know what this calls for? Beers! I'll be right back." I paused, my mind raced as he hurried off and swiftly came back with a couple of bottles of beer in hand. He opens one for me before casually passing it over. He takes a sip from his own.

"I thought **** was supposed to be had with food?' I ask, glancing at it. "Doesn't have to be. Some of the best reasons for drinking don't involve eating. Bottoms up!”. I hesitate, sniffing it before throwing caution to the wind and taking a sip. It has a harsh flavour, and it burns its way down my throat like dragon's breath. I manage to keep from coughing. I watch Michael take it all in stride, and soon I'm taking another sip, followed by a third.

At this point, Michael gently grabs me by the hand and pulls me toward the bed. Soon, both of us are seated upon the closest corner. He starts asking questions about my past, and I find myself trusting him evermore. Between questions, I take another swig of the brew. It's not long before he goes in for a kiss, and I respond in kind, which soon leads to us making out right there. The next thing I know, I'm moving across the bed in slow, and seductive motions. I'm lying down on it with my legs spread wide and pulling him along with me. My skirt must have been yanked upward by itself when I spread my legs, as it now conceals nothing but a small band around my waist. I place my feet on his back, and we kiss passionately together. He places himself over me, before pulling my top up and over my head. I find myself not minding in the least, and quickly we resume kissing.

I feel my being filled with raw, savage Need. Need for more intimacy, need for sexual intimacy. Need for him, here and now. I feel his hands find their way to my breasts, grasping and probing. Before long he is whispering dirty thoughts into my ear, and I can't help but laugh at each one, and my head goes back, exposing my neck to his tender mercy. He kisses my neck with his lips, putting one hand on my hips, fondling my bare ass. His other hand is placed squarely on my right breast, putting gentle pressure on it, as he holds himself there, gabbing it within his palm. Michael continues kissing my neck passionately, even as he rubs my ass cheeks, before pinching it in his open hand.

I let out an almost inaudible moan, followed by another and another. His touch on my skin feels like fire across my body, and soon the passion is overwhelming. Maybe it’s the brew he brought, or maybe it’s the sexual way he's caressing me, but I need his touch; Now, more than ever. I moan louder and say his name 'Yea Michael, take me now. Take me like this is our wedding day, Please Michael . . . Ohhh yeeeaa . .. " I moan deeply, as he touches me in all the right places. His kissing moves to my other breast, caressing it with his lips before licking and kissing my nipples, one and then the other with his tongue. I moan lauder now, with passion. I can hardly even think as I experience an orgasm from the nips he’s placing upon my nipples. He pulls on my nipples between his teeth, playfully pulling them up, and side to side with his teeth. Each such moment leads to more moaning from me in response.

"Please Michael, fuck mmmmmeee. ohhhh uhhh uh uh' I cry aloud, moving my hands to his back, but suddenly he places them gently together on the headboard. He continues playing with me a bit, before taking his right hand and unzipping his pants, and fly. Soon his rock-hard member is free, and I feel it rubbing against my clit. I moan louder, 'Yea, yea right there. fuuuuck yeeea" I should out, in equal measures of pleasure and pain. I feel him insert the stiff tip of his dick inside of me and start at a slow rate of thrusts, deeper each time, inside of me. I can feel him inside me. I can feel my insides stretch as he pushes more and more of his hard rod into me. I feel exceedingly aroused, as my body went through several orgasms in swift succession. He casually kisses my neck and breast, and I could feel his hands as though they were all over my body at once. I clung to his wait with my legs from the sheer need, pushing him on further and harder with each thrust into me.

Soon, I could feel him deep within me, his balls slapping against my soft twat. I moan all the loader as he slapped his balls against me harder now, making a slapping soul. He started doing that with each thrust, even as my body stretched to receive him. Pleasure and pain merged into one, as I climaxed right there. This was swiftly followed by several more, as he quickened his pace, taking me each time faster and harder each time. I felt his film, stretching me as he pushed his hard rod into me. The feeling was amazing, and I moan so loudly here it were almost screams, 'Yeeeeaaaaa Michael, Fuuuuucckk me so hard uhhh yeeaaaaa! FFFFFUUUCCCCK ugh huh. My breathing was deep, quick breaths as he had his way with my body, filling me hard and deep with his cock, my body jeered with pleasure and sexual excitement. Soon, he was pounding me like a drill, and it was all I could do to hold on to the headboard. It was at that moment, as I experienced my second climax for the evening, that he stopped, shooting his sweet, salty load deep within me. He did a few more, slower thrusts into me as he secreted the remainder of his cum inside my folds, before pulling out.

'I hope that was to your liking, he said before kissing me on the cheek. I could feel a few drops of his seed land on the outside of my shaved bush and contemplated how good it felt to have his cum inside of me. "I loved it." I open my mouth, with a large smile before we kiss again, and again. I don't worry about it more than a moment before I moment seductively between kisses, "only one problem though, I'm out of brew." As I speak, I pick up the now empty 7-ounce bottle from the nightstand and shake it.

"That I can fix,” he says, leaving and coming back with two more. By now, any concern I may have had about drinking has been swiftly lost. As he leaves my bedroom, I hear myself call 'Don't be gone long, sweetheart!' wait, why did I call him that? I wonder that only a moment, as my concretion is diverted to noticing the feeling of emptiness his dick left in me felt, and how good his seed felt, now that it was planted firmly inside of me. Soon he was back, with another bottle for me, which he placed on the nightstand by the first.

Even as I feel the sexual longing he has brought out of me starting to rise again, I wonder what will we do next. I can see his shaft has come back to full mast again, which means . . .