Every Sunday I treat myself to an overly large, super syrupy specialty coffee at my local café. That’s how I met Gregory.

At first, we connected over our mutual love of ridiculous coffee flavors. Eventually, our conversations turned to favorite pastimes and books. One day, Gregory finally fulfilled my wish — he asked me to go on a date with him.

I asked when he’d like to meet, and he replied, “I’m free right now.”

So, we took our too sweet coffees to-go and went for a walk in the park. The walk turned into lunch, then dinner, and later, Gregory asked if I would be interested in finishing the evening at his place.

Of course, I agreed. He ushered me into a cab, and before I knew it, we pulled up in front of a high-rise building, the kind with a doorman who actually opens car doors.

Once we were safely ensconced in the privacy of the elevator, Gregory asked, “May I kiss you?”

Though the words sounded awfully prim and proper, the smoldering look in his eyes was anything but. A wave of excitement rushed over me. It triggered a tightness in my chest that forced me to take the tiniest breaths.

I nodded, not trusting myself to choose the right words to respond.

He didn’t seem to mind my silence. He enveloped me in his arms and held me close to his chest. Gregory’s lips connected with mine. I closed my eyes, and the rest of the world faded away. Whether my reaction was rooted in weeks of anticipation or a genuine appreciation for our mutual interests, I can’t say. All I know is that when he kissed me, I felt lighter, like my feet might float off of the ground and I would fly away.

And then they did. I wasn’t flying, though. Gregory had cupped my ass cheeks in his hands and lifted me up. On instinct, I wrapped my legs around his waist and moved my hands from the nape of his neck up to his thick hair. I combed my fingers through his unkempt locks and twisted the strands so they wrapped around my digits.

I was so swept up in the moment it didn’t really register that it was taking an inordinately long time to reach Gregory’s floor. At first, I didn’t even bother to open my eyes when the chime finally sounded to warn that the doors would open. I simply allowed him to carry me into the hall.

At least, I’d assumed we still had to walk to his front door. Imagine my surprise when Gregory set me down in front of expansive floor-to-ceiling windows that framed a stunning skyline view.

I took in my surroundings for the first time since our lips touched. The elevator doors were set back in a small foyer that led right to Gregory’s living room.

“Amazing, isn’t it?” he said. His strong, capable hands skimmed along my waist and hips. “The view is what sold me on the place.”

Gregory spun me around to face him and added, “But it’s even more beautiful with you here.”

He caressed my lips with his again and walked me back until I bumped up against the cool glass.

“Right now, I’m more interested in this view,” he said.

His eyes swept over my body, taking time to linger on my curves.

“Tell me, what do you like?” he asked.

His hands swooped up to my breasts. He caught the globes in his palms and squeezed them gently, then his fingers fanned out to find my nipples through my shirt.

“Do you have sensitive breasts?” he asked.

His thumbs moved swiftly over the swollen pebbles that he could surely feel through my shirt.

“Maybe you enjoy a firm hand on your ass?” he continued.

He reached around my back and landed a playful smack on one butt cheek.

“I think,” I interrupted, “that we should take things slow.”

I angled my head to expose the sensitive swath of skin that sits just beneath my ear and proposed, “How about you kiss my neck, and see where that leads you?”

A sly smile lifted the corners of his lips.

“With pleasure,” he purred.

Once again, Gregory’s lips were on me. He eased me into the experience, starting with a few delicate kisses before gradually upping the intensity.

It was clear that Gregory used my reactions as his guide. When I writhed against him in search of traction, he grazed the line of my neck with the edge of his teeth, then he soothed every inch with a series of soft kisses.

“Oh,” I moaned.

I hooked one leg over his hip and rolled my body, allowing my clothing-covered pussy to slide against his sturdy thigh. When I moved, my other leg bumped up against the bulge tucked inside Gregory’s unassuming corduroys. I scooped my hand under the hardened hump of his bulge and caressed him through his pants.

“I like this,” I cooed with delight.

Sensing an opportunity to take the reins, I shimmied down to the floor and settled on my knees in front of him.

Choosing to mirror his words from earlier, I asked, “Tell me, Gregory. What do you like?” I smoothed my open hands over his thighs, moving dangerously close to his erection. “Are you a fan of having your dick sucked?”

“Y-yes,” he stuttered.

It seemed that by turning the tables on Gregory I had shaken his bravado. I liked it. Confidence is sexy, but there is something oh-so-intoxicating about a partner who gets flustered when they become the center of attention. It really fires me up.

I ran my finger over the fly on his pants and found it was a button-up — not a zipper in sight.

Perfect.

I opened the button on the waistband, then I ran my finger down the edge of the opening, watching with great satisfaction as every fastening popped open with little more than a light tug.

Not willing to waste another second, I grabbed hold of the fabric at the center of his thighs and yanked it so hard that the pants fell straight to his ankles.

Liberated from the confines of his slacks, Gregory’s erection seemed to grow even larger. It tented the front of his briefs, straining the fabric so that I could very clearly see the flared ridge of his cockhead. A small, wet patch had started to grow there from his leaking pre-come. Damn, I wanted a taste of him. I was positively salivating just from the thought of his essence hitting my tongue.

Before I could get ahead of myself, I took a breath and swallowed hard. If I wanted to suck Gregory’s dick, I would need to free him from his underwear first. I licked my lips to steel myself against my own impatience, then I smoothed my hand over the outline of his fabric-clad cock. Even through the material, I felt the heat radiating from his rod.

Briefly denying myself the pleasure of deep-throating Gregory made my whole body buzz. Despite having never so much as licked his dick before, I swear I could already taste his flavor on my tongue.

Finally, I took the plunge and slipped my hand inside his Y-front. The silky skin of his hard cock felt magnificent against my fingertips, and I knew it would only get better when I drove him inside my mouth.

I took his shaft in my fist, guided it through the gap in his fly and pressed the tip to my lips. I nuzzled and kissed his crown. His pre-come had only glossed my lips, and already I was euphoric. The barest hint of his savory flavor teased my tongue. Hungry for more, I eased Gregory’s rigid dick into my mouth.

“Mmm,” I hummed.

My mouth was gloriously full of cock. I wriggled my tongue against Gregory’s girth. I moved my head from side to side and pulled back until only the tip of him remained between my lips. Drunk with the power that can only be gained by holding a man’s cock in your mouth, I sucked harder.

Gregory groaned, and his body rocked forward. It was quite rewarding, seeing this strapping, powerful man so overcome with passion — thanks to little old me.

While he was busy enjoying my oral affections, I snuck a hand inside the leg hole of his briefs, so I could cup his balls. I didn’t have much space to move, but it was enough to stroke his sac with the tips of my fingers.

Gregory’s hips thrust gently, but they quickened with each stroke.

He pistoned his cock into my mouth, a gruff grunt accentuating each of his sharp thrusts. He moved with such speed that the dome-shaped head of his dick repeatedly tapped the back of my throat. He rested his hands on my head, clutched my hair and groaned, “Don’t stop.”

Gregory’s hips rocked wildly. His erratic movements caused my fingers to shift from his balls to the small expanse of skin that sits between his sac and his asshole. My digits pressed firmly against his sensitive flesh. His hips bucked while he shouted a string of words that certainly weren’t English, but I understood the sentiment all the same.

By then, my mouth wasn’t the only part of my body watering for Gregory’s hard cock. I felt the dampness increase between my thighs. It seeped from my core and spread all over my pussy lips, creating a cool spot in my panties which clung to my skin.

Wanting to deliver maximum pleasure, I began to hum again. With my mouth full, the sound had nowhere to go. It echoed between my tongue and cheeks and rippled over Gregory’s dick, adding another layer of sensation to his blowjob experience.

That was the final push that sent Gregory careening over the edge. He twisted my hair in his fists and fucked my mouth until his thick, luscious cream overflowed and dribbled down my chin.

I drank up all the come I could, of course. I didn’t stop sucking until his cock ran dry.

When Gregory eased his dick from my mouth, he gazed down at me with a look of pure satisfaction lighting his face.

“It’s your turn now,” he said.

He took my hand and helped me stand. Once I was on my feet, he immediately whipped off my shirt. Next, he focused his attention on my jeans. His fingers danced around the waistband, making their way to the button at the center. He popped that open easily, then he pulled the zipper down slowly as if savoring the unveiling of a particularly delicious treat.

My pants parted to reveal the tiny lace triangle at the front of my panties. The material barely covered my mound and was fairly see-through at that. I knew from experience that my clit and cleft would be easy to locate without having to discard the garment.

As if reading my mind, Gregory tucked his finger right above the bottom of the zipper and immediately collided with my clit.

“Oh,” I gasped.

Without thinking, I pitched my hips and landed at just the right angle to force him to apply more pressure to my aching bud.

“You like that?” Gregory asked.

He pressed a little harder and circled the pad of his finger against me.

“What if I were to replace my finger with my tongue?”

He laid another kiss on my lips. It was perfectly choreographed to remind me of how talented he is in the art of oral seduction.

I moaned again. Not exactly an enthusiastic yes, but it would have to do.

“Good,” Gregory said, “because I can’t wait to taste you.”

He slid his hands inside the legs of my pants and glided them along my thighs, shucking them from my body. When he reached my knees, he drifted around to their backs and followed the curves of my calves all the way to my ankles. Once he landed at my feet, he turned his attention to my sneakers.

“Let’s just get these out of the way,” he murmured.

He untied both laces with quick tugs, then he lifted my feet, one at a time, careful to support me while he removed my shoes, socks and pants.

“Much better,” he said.

He looked up at me, taking stock of my lingerie-clad body. His eyes lingered on the flimsy panties I wore. My pussy felt hot and swollen with uncontrolled arousal.

“You are stunning,” he whispered.

He stroked my feet and ankles before coasting back up my calves. When he got to my knees, his fingers shifted to drift along my inner thighs. His fingernails grazed my sensitive skin, leaving a fresh patch of goose bumps in their wake.

By the time he reached the juncture of my thighs, my whole body buzzed with anticipation. I knew from his kisses that the man was quite talented with his tongue, and now it was clear he was skilled with his hands as well.

When Gregory finally found my pussy, I breathed a deep sigh of relief. I’d fantasized about that moment for weeks. Finally, his hands were where I’d wanted them to be.

I closed my eyes, so I could really soak it all in. His fingertips traced the edges of the leg holes of my panties. They started at my sides and moved along the elastic trim, working their way down until they landed between my legs. He reached beneath the fabric to stroke my cunt, stoking the flames of my lust.

My pussy wasn’t just wet; it was positively drenched. Honey had spread from my slit, soaked my panties and moistened my thighs.

Gregory removed my undies, and things really heated up. The absence of fabric gave him full access to my cunt. He used his lips, tongue and fingers to thoroughly explore every nook and cranny from my asshole to my clit.

During one of his passes over my exposed gash, Gregory dipped his tongue inside my pussy hole. He wiggled the soft muscle until he was nestled inside and sealed his lips firmly against my slippery flesh. Then he placed a thumb atop my clit and rubbed it until I was nearly overcome with ecstasy.

“Oh God! Oh Gregory!” I cried out.

My lover pulled back, then dunked his thumb into my cleft to dampen the pad. He glided back to my clit and drew tiny circles over the pulsing button. My legs quaked as the force of my pleasure threatened to take me down. I rested my hands on Gregory’s head for support and clutched his hair as if I hoped my grip on him might keep me from falling down.

The familiar tension that precedes a climax began to build within my body. My limbs grew stiff, and my breathing became shallow. I knew it wouldn’t be much longer before I would erupt orgasmically. I was teetering on the edge when Gregory snuck his free hand over to my asshole and massaged the puckered hole.

That was all it took to trigger an explosive release. My pussy tightened and twitched, while the rest of my muscles turned to mush. If not for Gregory, I might have collapsed. But he held me steady, determined to milk my orgasm for all it was worth.

When my vision cleared and I finally caught my breath, Gregory stood to his full height and pulled me into a warm embrace. His erection poked against my belly, apparently roused and ready for round two.

The truth is that I was, too. I wanted to feel Gregory’s girth pummeling my pussy. If his tongue could provide me such pleasure, what would his thick and throbbing manhood do?

There was only one way to find out. I took Gregory’s dick in my fist and pumped him until another bead of pre-come formed on its head.

“Fuck me, Gregory,” I begged.

“With pleasure.”

He laid me down on the couch and slipped a soft velvet throw pillow under my ass to angle me just so. Then he sank his dick inside my still rippling pussy and pumped.

“Oh yes! Gregory, yes,” I moaned.

He kicked off a dizzying rhythm that was certain to send us both into rapture. I wound my legs around his waist and lifted my ass to absorb the full force of his fucking.

Although he never did remove my bra completely, Gregory still got to my tits. He flipped down the cups to expose my nipples, trapped one between his lips and pinched the other between his fingers.

Aftershocks from my orgasm still echoed within my body. There was no doubt that another would claim me soon. Until then, I was content to enjoy the weight and warmth of his body.

My pussy constricted around Gregory’s cock, causing another collection of unintelligible sounds to fall from his lips. Still, he fucked me harder. He moved so fast that his balls slapped against my ass.

And then, like dominos, we fell one right after the other.

I never did leave Gregory’s apartment that night — or the one after that either. We spent the whole weekend sharing coffee at his place and getting to know one another intimately, and we’d spend the next one doing that, too. But our initial evening together was, without a doubt, my most unforgettable lay.