Passion by Cinnamon – Tasty Tuesday
What is passion?
Well, according to dictionary.com, I had “passion” with my ex. The oh-so-insightful resource defines passion as: any strong amorous felling, desire, ardor, strong sexual desire, lustful emotion or feeling as love or hate.
From the hate, to the love, to the strong sexual desire, he had it all. There is a certain type of man that can handle a strong woman like me. He was over six feet tall, six five to be exact, so in comparison to my five foot three frame; he dominated me. His mere presence would send shivers all over my body. When he entered a room, his attendance demanded attention. And he got it.
I was standing at the bus stop when I saw him ride past me. We spoke and the rest was history. We went on our first date the week after we met and were exclusive by the next week. The sexual chemistry between us was crazy. Even a blind person could see it. So, I couldn’t wait to sample the goods.
We went to Atlantic City to gamble and spend some time together. We checked in to our suite and relaxed a bit before heading out of the room. The tension was so thick; you could cut it with a knife. I wanted our first time to be special, since I really liked him.
Dressed and ready to gamble, we hit the casino. I’d put on a simple purple knit dress with some heels. He wore jeans and a dress shirt. Even dressed casual, he was extremely attractive. He had pearly white teeth, strong facial features and a muscular frame. He had over a foot on me, but I loved his height.
We settled in at the craps table and started to win. Roll after roll, we were wining. I’d won us over $10,000 and had everyone else at the table happy too. We’d been affectionate while gambling, but the alcohol had me ready to rip his clothes off. I needed to go back to our room immediately!
I cashed us out and we walked hand in hand towards the elevators. As soon as we got in, his hands were all over me. He palmed my ass, as our tongues danced in unison. I blushed as the couple waiting to get on the elevator as we were getting off caught us. He walked behind me with his arms around my waist. I could feel he was hard and I couldn’t wait to see it for the first time. Who was I kidding? I wanted to do more than just see it.
Settled in our room, I removed all of my clothes while he lay back on the bed and watched. He lustfully stared at me until I was completely naked. Before I could make another move, he pulled me down on top of him and we kissed passionately. We sucked on each other’s lips and intertwined tongues slowly. His hands roamed all over my body. My center was dripping wet. As far as I was concerned, we could’ve skipped the foreplay and got straight to the main event. He told me that he wanted to watch me pleasure myself.
Always the girl to do as I’m told, I moved off of him and lie down on my back, preparing myself to put on a show. I had never pleasured myself with an audience before, so I was a little nervous, but I was so horny I needed to release before my body exploded. I looked into his eyes as I let my hand trail across my small breasts. I played with my nipples a bit. Our eyes locked; my hand moved further south towards my treasure chest. I slowly closed my eyes, while preparing to use my fingers. He whispered, “Baby open your eyes, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. I want to watch you.” Eyes locked, my fingers started to massage my clit in slow circles. I was so wet, but watching him eye me was making me drip like a faucet. Small circles turned into faster larger circles including my clit and lips. The tension was building and I was about to blow up. Having him watch me was turning me on more than you can imagine. Just then, I reached my peak. It felt so good. I kept stimulating myself until I couldn’t take anymore. I’d had multiple orgasms and was still trying to recover.
He leaned over and kissed me. I felt electricity surge between the two of us as we kissed passionately. Our tongues mingled and met in my mouth. He alternated between my tongue and lips. All I could imagine was his tongue further south. I hoped he could keep up with me because I planned to make love to him all night in every position imaginable. Fumbling with his belt, I desperately tried to get his pants off so I could get inside his pants. Enough was enough; I was ready!
Astonished by his size, I pulled away from his kiss to look at his bulging rod. I was worried that my mouth had written a check my honey pot wouldn’t be able to cash. He was huge; chocolate brown, ten inches, perfect head and bulging veins. I teased the tip, as I tasted his sweet pre-cum. I slowly opened my mouth and took in as much of his length as I could. He was not only long, but he had girth too. Fighting the urge to gag and choke, I sucked him until he exploded. Taking care to not scrape him with my teeth, I deep-throated him until he begged me to allow him inside of me.
I opened up my legs and prepared for the pain from his entry. He started slow, entering with just the tip and pulling back until he was almost out. Each time, he’d plunge deeper right after he was almost out then he’d pull back and thrust deeper over and over. I was clawing his back and biting his shoulders, but it felt so good. We ferociously made love to each other. Sweat was dripping, I was screaming a bunch of indiscernible words, and he was trying his best to knock the bottom out of my pu****. I swiveled my hips under him, causing a friction on my clit. I was getting wetter and wetter. Unable to take anymore, I locked my legs around his waist for both a tight fit and a smoldering friction on my clit. With a few more strokes, we came together.
I was so satisfied; I’d already begin to glow. We waited a few minutes before going at it again. All night long, orgasm after orgasm, we enjoyed and learned each other’s bodies. I like to refer to that night as my first taste of passion.
