We chose this life

Chapter 9 - F**king our brains out

Michael seemed drawn to me. I didn't want to give him any hopes, but at the same time, I suddenly felt like I could get into a meaningless relationship. After all, I spent the last four years in celibacy, so I thought, why not?  On top of that, having a bit of s*x wouldn't hurt. On the contrary, I needed it.

Michael kept on going about his hobbies. However, I was having enough of chit-chat. I started playing with my wine glass and smiling distantly. As if he read my thoughts, Michael called the waiter and signalled him to bring the receipt. It was all so subtle and the way Michael handled the entire situation was just... perfect. I didn't have even to start the famous "oh no, let me pay, please". 

As soon as he paid, we went out of the restaurant. An awkward pause had installed itself between us, and we decided to be quiet for a few seconds. I was secretly hoping he would propose to go to his place. The more I looked at him, the more I felt the urge to f*ck his brains out and vice versa. All these years, I have never had a single one night stand. It was not only because of my education and how my parents brought me up, especially my mother, but also because I dreaded things like STDs or sneaking out before the guy wakes up. In the beginning, I had to pleasure myself alone, but the more I was in celibacy, the less I was interested in touching myself. Yet, here I was, rethinking all this moral stance about the one night stands and the meaningless relationships only to have pure, raw, primal s*x I so desperately needed.

"Would you like to go to my place?" Michael's voice suddenly disrupted my thoughts and redirected my attention to his face. 

"OK," I replied without further thinking. "Wait! Is your roommate going to be there as well?" I was determined to change my answer, depending on the presence of another person in the apartment.

"No, he's at a party, and he won't be home before morning." Michael winked and showed me the way to his place. 

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We arrived at the building where Michael and his roommate were renting a big apartment. I felt extremely relaxed, to the point I was surprised by my own control of the whole situation and my behaviour. Two flights of stairs and we found ourselves in front of the entrance door to the apartment. Michael unlocked it and let me enter first. 

"Where is the bathroom? I'd like to wash my hands." I asked. Michael showed me a small corridor leading to two bedrooms and a bathroom across them. I took off my shoes and went straight to wash my hands.

While I was busy in the bathroom, I heard Michael enter one of the bedrooms. Once I finished, I went straight to him. My whole body was on fire. I couldn't hold it any longer. I wanted to have s*x as soon as possible. 

When I entered Michael's bedroom, he was busy removing his jacket and putting it on a hanger and hanging it in his closet. He turned himself when he heard me enter the room. Our gazes locked and I crashed my lips onto his as if my life depended on it. Without hesitation, his hands started travelling my body, and I started unbuttoning his shirt. While we couldn't leave each others' lips and while our tongues played tango in our mouths, I felt my p***y clench and warm wetness filling my panties.

"Hmmm, I feel like I could eat you alive," Michael whispered in my left ear. Just feeling his breath so close to my ear was already doing wonders to my body, but what he did next was something I hoped he wouldn't do. The moment he finished his sentence, he bit my earlobe gently with his teeth, and I felt chills travel all over my body, concentrating in my stomach and my p***y. As if he had awoken a dormant animal inside me, I felt I was losing control over my actions.

"You shouldn't have done that." I protested and ripped his shirt off in a second. Michael was surprised by my sudden aggressive movement. At the same time, I saw he was pleased with how I reacted to what he did. The next thing that followed in his look was pure l*st and my jeans were on the floor. I removed my T-shirt faster than ever, and I felt Michael's body radiating heat.

"Seems like I found your weak spot." he grinned as his hand travelled down my skin and landed between my legs. He crashed the most passionate kiss on my lips I have ever known and lightly touched my panties right where he knew I would have to react again. A moan escaped my mouth, and I stopped the kiss.

"Careful now! I might f**k your brains out to revenge myself." I put my hand on his chest and grinned back.

"I'd like to see you try." Michael groaned. Oh man, you don't know who you're playing with, I kept the thought to myself.

His lips suddenly started travelling down my skin, and soon enough, I found myself with no panties on. I grabbed his hair with both of my hands and pulled him back to my lips. I felt as if I couldn't get enough of his kisses and touches.

Suddenly, I realized his right hand found itself right in front of my opening, and I couldn't contain a low moan, knowing what would happen next. Michael was hesitant for a few seconds; he waited for my approval. I pressed my lips against his and gently bit his lower lip, and he took this as a green light. I felt his finger enter my clenched p***y, a feeling that sent shivers of desire run through my entire body. Michael put another finger in me, and I let another moan escape my mouth.

Slowly, he laid me down on his bed, gently pulled out his fingers and rushed to put a condom on his hard, throbbing d**k. I looked at his naked body and realized Michael was quite hairy on his chest, arms and stomach. Seeing his body like this, so perfectly masculine, I wanted him inside me immediately. I pulled him by his hand, and he positioned himself right on top of me, trying not to crush me with his legs. We didn't need words anymore. Just the dance our bodies will perform in a second. 

The more I kissed him, the more he pounded with his hips, burying his d**k deeper and deeper inside me. My p***y drenching his hardness and his bed. We were panting, my body started sweating, and my hips followed the rhythm Michael was giving me. 

I put my hand on his hairy chest and gently pushed him, breaking our kiss. He looked at me, all puzzled. I grinned and continued pushing him until our bodies parted. Michael was in shock.

"You want me to stop?" He asked, giving me a hint of fear in his voice.

"No, I want to continue." I grinned and winked at him, while he still looked taken aback. I rolled over and stood up from the bed.

"Come, sit at the edge of the bed," I ordered him with softness in my voice to reassure him I still needed this perfect s*x to continue. Michael listened, and as soon as he sat as I told him to, I straddled him. I took his d**k into my hand and guided it to my soaking wet p***y. Michael didn't expect I would be doing it, and I heard a breath escape his mouth. He looked me in the eyes and gripped my hips with both his arms. I didn't waste a second more; I let myself engulf his hard wood with my p***y and started riding him. His d**k was so thick, pressing onto my sensible spot inside me. I never felt this before, and I sure wasn't going to stop now. 

Helping me with his hands on my hips, Michael lifted me and let me slide, each time carefully following my body's rhythm. I grabbed his hair and moved his head, exposing his left ear to me. My tongue started playing with his earlobe, and I felt Michael's hands grip me harder, his nails almost marking me. I heard him panting louder, and I stopped licking his ear. I looked him in his eyes and started riding him faster.

Michael understood this as an invitation to begin pumping with his thrusts. As I rode him faster, I spread my legs a bit more, and my c**t started rubbing against the skin on his p***c bone. His thick d**k pressed more and more on my sensitive spot inside me, and I felt I would have a double or**sm. Not leaving each other's gaze, we both stopped panting for a second, only to release two perfectly synchronized moans while c*ming at the same time.

I felt my body shake uncontrollably from the double or**sm I just experienced. Michael took a few seconds to come to his senses and started laughing while my p**y was still clenching around his d**k, buried inside me. He pressed his lips onto mine, took me in a strong grip and turned us both slowly on the side. I let myself fall on the bed, still shaking. I started laughing as well. This feeling was amazing.

Michael threw the condom away and joined me in his bed. I felt warm and safe around him, and I wanted to touch his body again. He hugged me with his right hand, and I laid my head on his shoulder. My fingers fondled his chest, and soon we both dozed off.