The streetlight lit his silhouette as he stepped out of the shadows. His dark eyes met mine, and I knew then that I’d found what I was looking for. His rough hands were gentle as he embraced me, and passion soon gave way to an unexpected sensuality. I’d never felt this before and I knew I’d never forget him.
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My heart raced as I entered Robert’s sparely decorated flat. His piercing gaze pinned me in place as he dragged me close for a hot, hungry kiss. We were two savages that night, our enhanced hunger for each other ripping away our self control. I have never experienced a tryst so savagely sensual.
Robert’s face twisted with pleasure as he felt a hot splash against his abdomen, each pulse of liquid sending a jolt of pleasure through his body. His spine arched as the cum filled him, and he pressed his arousal against the bedsheets, crying out in rapture. The heat of the moment was intense.
Robert pulled him close and buried his face between his legs. His hot breath on the tight skin of his thighs, his tongue whispering stories of pleasure, instinctive motions of pleasure pushing Robert ever further down the rabbit hole, exploring a cosmos of delight with a passion that―was both delicious and torturous.
He opened his jeans, pulled out his hard, twitching member, and I sank to my knees. Like a ritual to a forgotten god, I cupped it hungrily in my hands and pulled my lips over the broad head, swirling my tongue around its ridges until Robert uttered a low moan and shuddered as I took him in.
The night began innocently enough – drinks in a dive bar and talk of nothing deeper than the weather. But soon enough, our eyes met, and our bodies followed their own desires – working their way up staircases, into hotels and pressing against each other, rousing aching need and pent-up passion. Robert’s hands were firm and devoted, exploring and reveling in whispered pleasure. It was a night of rapturous indulgence.