Page 18 of Our Little Dove

Ugh! Stop asking me that! Play it cool. You’ve got this.

I chuckle nervously, trying to brush off my jitters. “Yeah, just first-date nerves, I guess.” The lie tastes bitter on my tongue but I don’t want to ruin our night.

I am so close to getting what I’ve wanted for so long.

With each sip, the nerves begin to fade, replaced by a growing sense of ease in Joel’s company. His smile and charming demeanor put me at ease, and I find myself drawn to him in a way I hadn’t anticipated.

As time ticks by, our conversation takes on a more intimate tone, delving into deeper topics and shared interests. I catch his gaze lingering, trailing over me with a hunger that sends a thrill through my body.

Summoning all my courage, I lean in closer, the air between us charged with anticipation. “I’ve had a really great time tonight,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as I try not to slur the words.

Joel’s smile widens, his hand resting on my thigh. “Me too,” he replies, his touch sending shivers straight to my core as his hand finds the hem of my dress.

Oh fuck, I really didn’t think this through. It’ll take me at least fifteen minutes to get out of this dress. What was I thinking?!

Without a word, he pushes me onto my back as he crashes his mouth to mine, a feverish exploration of the desire simmering between us. The taste of him is intoxicating, igniting a fire within me that burns hotter with each passing moment.

He takes one look at my tight dress as soon as he breaks the kiss. Both of us panting heavily, he decides instead of trying to remove it, he is just hiking it up to my waist.

My cheeks flush as his hungry eyes land on my purple thong and I suddenly feel a burning sting when he rips the fabric off in one harsh tug before cupping my pussy and returning his lips to mine.

Moments later, he has my legs on his shoulders and my entire body vibrates with anticipation. My breath hitches as he nuzzles his face between my thighs.

“Oh God. Yes,” I moan as he eats me out. The feeling of his stubble grazing against my skin is utter perfection.

Ah, I have wanted this for so long. This is even better than in my dreams! Nothing beats the real thing.

“You like that, baby?” Joel mutters from between my legs. “Yes! Don’t stop!” I cry out, my voice laced with drunken ecstasy as I grab a fistful of his honey-colored hair and keep him in place.

“Come on my tongue, Beautiful.” His words ripple through me, and my orgasm takes over, waves of pleasure washing over me.

As my orgasm subsides, I pull Joel’s head up from between my thighs and kiss him, tasting my release on his lips. He returns the kiss hungrily, his hands exploring my body with eager fingers.

I reach for his belt, determined to reciprocate his efforts and give him the pleasure he just gave me.

Sliding his pants down, I take a moment to appreciate the sight of his cock standing at full attention. My breath catches as I lean in, my lips gently brushing against the velvety skin as I take him into my mouth.

I run my tongue along the length of his shaft, each eager motion eliciting a groan from him.

Fuck, nothing is sexier than hearing a man moan.

Joel’s moans become more frequent and intense as I take him deeper, feeling him hit the back of my throat. I feel his musclesstart to tense but before he comes, he yanks me off of him by my hair.

He says nothing as he stands and pulls me along by my hand as he searches for my bedroom. As soon as we make it through the door, he pushes me onto the bed.

I fall back onto the mattress, letting out a small yelp before looking up at him in surprise. Without exchanging words, we communicate with our bodies – instinctively knowing what to do in this moment. He kneels on the bed before settling between my legs as he clamps his hand over my mouth. Leaning in, he whispers, “Shh, I don’t want to get a noise complaint from the neighbors while I fuck you senseless.”

His words almost causing my eyes to roll back into my skull as he positions himself against my slick entrance, his intense eye contact never wavering. With one hard thrust, he enters me, burying his cock so deep I can’t help but cry out into his palm. The muffled sound elicits a sinful smile from him as he watches me take all of him.

“F-fuuuck…” he moans, “you feel so good.” He slides his hand from my mouth to my throat and squeezes as he fucks me.

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” he growls, his hips pounding harder against me. His hand tightens around my throat, just enough to send a thrill through me.

“Fuck me, Joel,” I beg, my voice trembling with lust and need. “Harder.”

His fingers dig into my hips as he moves inside me, each thrust more intense than the last. My body responds, my orgasm building, the intensity growing with every second.

I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, and his moans mix with mine, mingling as one euphoric sound. Joel slows down, his thrusts growing more controlled, more deliberate.

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