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His heart slammed hard in his chest, but this was nothing new, you had been on plenty of dates together.
But this one was special, he reasoned, this one had to be perfect.
It was your six month anniversary; your fanciest dress, he had said when you asked him what to wear.
This wasn’t going to be your typical Saturday night date at the bowling alley; he wanted it to be more, he wanted it to be special because you were special.
He let out a heavy breath as he finished tying his tie; your favourite tie, and glanced at the clock. Six forty five, you would be here in fifteen minutes.
Karin had helped him make a nice dinner; roast and potatoes and carrots. Karin had said a nice red wine would go well with it, but Lars had opted for soda instead, because you didn’t drink.
He lit both candles on the table as there was a soft knock on the door.
You were early.
He gave his outfit a quick once over; his three piece suit and his smartest shoes; his hair combed perfectly.
He picked up the small bouquet of daisies; all different colours because the white ones were too plain. You were anything but plain.
He swallowed hard before opening the door and his face immediately broke into a grin seeing you.
“Hi” you smiled and his heart skipped a beat.
He nodded holding out the flowers “These are for you,” he spoke softly “H-happy anniversary”
You took them, craning your neck slightly to kiss his cheek. The familiar spark stirring in the pit of his stomach like it always did whenever you touched him. It didn’t hurt anymore, not like before; now it was quite the opposite, it excited him. It excited him in a way he wasn’t really sure how to explain, not without making you uncomfortable he feared and that was the last thing he had wanted to do.
He closed the door behind you and helped you off with your jacket, hanging it on the hook next to his.
He turned to face you and let out an audible gasp, he hadn’t meant to, but you…you looked….sexy. His cheeks burned hot at even considering such a word to describe you.
You had on a pair of simple black heels, and your dress had a long slit up the thigh, and tied around your neck, but left your back bare. He bit down on his lip gently before clearing his throat.
You smirked to yourself as he dropped his gaze, forcing himself to look anywhere but down the front of your dress.
“A-are you hungry?” he stammered, and you chuckled softly noticing he was no longer making eye contact with you in any way shape or form, his eyes fixed firmly on his own shoes. “I made dinner”
He cautioned a glance back up at you and you were smiling. “Ravenous”
He squeezed his eyes shut with a nod and motioned to the table; his hand hovering over the small of your back, but not touching your bare skin…although he wanted to…and his cock twitched in his suit pants as a reminder of the fact.
The deep blush had settled permanently in his cheeks as he pulled out your chair for you to sit. You thanked him before putting your napkin in your lap, watching him sit across from you.
The candles cast a soft shadow on his face, but you weren’t oblivious to the fact that he was still blushing. You couldn’t resist teasing him, if only just a little
“You look warm, Lars” you spoke softly as you picked up your utensils “Are you alright?”
He nodded a bit too quickly and you pretended not to notice that his eyes were fixed squarely down the front of your dress.
“You can take off your jacket sweetheart, it’s just us here”
Almost immediately he shrugged it off, turning to hang it on the back of his chair before looking back at you. “You look beautiful”
Your own cheeks flushed a light pink, almost feeling guilty for scheming to get the exact reaction out of him with your outfit of choice. “Thank you”
You ate in relative silence, knowing Lars was struggling to find words. Usually you had let him take the lead with these kinds of things, but tonight you were feeling brazen and you wanted nothing more than to get him worked up and he was well on his way.
You put your fork down next to your empty plate and bit your lips together. “What’s for dessert?”
His face fell slightly as he looked at you across the table “I’m sorry I didn’t…I didn’t make anything for dessert”
“I could think of something” you tilted your head slightly as you slipped your foot from inside one of your shoes under the table, sliding your bare foot slowly up the inside of his pant leg.
He shifted almost immediately in his chair, clearing his throat. Not to avoid your touch but a feeble attempt to collect himself.
His head was spinning with so many thoughts at once he didn’t know where to land. Had you wanted to be…intimate?
His hand found the back of his neck where he rubbed the hot skin under his fingertips.
“I…um..” he cleared his throat and tried again, very aware of your toes still teasing at his ankle “What…what’s that?”
He fought hard to keep his composure, but he knew you were too smart not to notice him coming unraveled. In any other circumstance, he would just go outside, out to the wood pile and blow off some steam, but he couldn’t, not tonight…and if he was being completely honest with himself…he didn’t want to.
The touch of your bare toes against his bare skin just above his sock, sent sparks though his entire body, making his cock push more earnestly against the confines of his already snug pants.
“Can I show you?” You asked softly, slipping your other foot free from your heel.
He nodded and his stomach instantly filled with butterflies as you pushed yourself back from the small table.
He frowned, but watched curiously as you sank to your knees and crawled across the floor under the table.
He jumped slightly when your hands landed on either one of his knees, pushing them apart gently, the erection tenting his pants was hard to miss, it made your whole body flush with an intense heat.
You slid your hands slowly up either one of his thighs, you could feel his eyes fixed on you before you looked up to meet them, your fingers coming to rest on the button of his pants.
“May I?” You asked, still mindful of his aversion to touch…even though he had gotten better, you realized this may be too much.
You waited, knelt under the small table as he took in a shaky breath, but to your surprise he nodded slowly.
“If you change your mind, you say so, okay?” Although you said the words, and you meant them, you hoped with every fibre of your being, he wouldn’t.
“Okay” It was barely a whisper of an answer, his eyes trained on your painted fingernails, paused, waiting for his consent.
You popped open the button and heard his breath catch in his throat above you.
Running your tongue between your lips you tugged gently, moving his pants out of the way, a smile crept across your lips, noticing the wet patch in Lars’ underwear.
Leaning forward, you paused as your mouth hovered over the bulge still concealed behind fabric.
Lars whimpered feeling the heat of your breath against his most sensitive places. That small patch of precum grew bigger by the second as he felt his cock leak more.
His entire body flushed with arousal, for the first time in his life he wanted to be touched, needed it.
As if you had read his mind…you were always really good at that…
He watched as you peeled back the thin fabric of his underwear, his cock springing free, hard and throbbing. He let out an almost relieved sigh.
Your fingers curled around his thick shaft, eliciting a needy moan in the back of his throat as another thick drop of precum forming from the tip.
He gasped and your eyes met his briefly before you dipped your head, running your tongue slowly over the head of his cock, desperate to taste him. Both of you, somewhat oblivious to how badly the other wanted it.
Lars shivered at the completely alien sensation, one of his large hands finding its way into your hair, the other, braced on the table.
“M-more” he breathed “P-p-please”
He could barely form the words, his head foggy with desire, but it didn’t seem to matter, you obliged just as he’d asked.
He squeezed his eyes shut before watching your perfect lips engulf the entire top half of his length.
Mindful not to kick you underneath the table, he dug his heel into the floor, his mind swimming with pleasure as he moaned over you, his grip on both your hair and the table growing tighter.
His heart pounded so hard in his chest he wondered for a moment if it would burst through like in the old cartoons.
Your tongue slid up the underside of his length and he almost lost his composure, he threw his head back, bucking his hips forward, unintentionally forcing himself further down your throat.
The head of his cock hitting the back of your throat, making you choke slightly. You moaned around him, sucking harder, the fact that he was too big to fit comfortably in your mouth, making you squeeze your thighs together in vain as your arousal became evident, soaking your own underwear.
“I'm…I-” Lars gasped, the dishes on the table rattling as he gripped harder. “Mmmf” his teeth nearly biting clean through his bottom lip before he threw his head back and cried out, the fingers in your hair, twisted and pulling hard unintentionally, only making you moan around his shaft before you felt his hot, thick release fill your mouth.
You managed to swallow most of it, not expecting as much as he had to give, the remainder spilling from between your lips, and coating the part of him too big to fit in your mouth.
You let him slide from your mouth with a wet pop. He shivered as you licked and sucked him clean, your own core throbbing with need as he pushed back from the table, enough for you to crawl out from underneath and slip into his lap, his cock slowly softening between you as you sat on his knee, his hand holding you there as you teased your fingers through his dirty blond hair.
You let him catch his breath before he spoke.
“Can I…” he paused, considering his words “Have a turn?”
You made a small noise in the back of your throat with a smirk; your core throbbing with need as you sat in his lap.
“It’s only fair” he reasoned; unable to keep the smile off his face at the thought.
You had talked things through with him before; when he had felt brave enough to ask you about such things. You were better at explaining it than Gus had been…but he hadn’t been ready then. He was ready now…he thought.
He leaned forward to kiss you and stopped just before your lips met, his blue eyes meeting yours. “Can I?” he asked softly
You smiled with a nod barely able to get your “Yes” out before his lips crushed against yours.
Usually his kisses were slow and timid; this time there was so much force behind it, it nearly knocked you over
Your breath caught in your throat as you pushed him back gently; your cheeks flushed with heat; the small apartment suddenly felt very warm.
“I thought…” his face fell as he searched yours “I thought you wanted…”
“Oh, Lars I-” you swallowed hard trying to keep your own composure and not send him running in the other direction. “I did, I do” you tried to find the words to reassure him “Just…take a second, take a breath” you spoke softly, your fingers pushing through his hair “Are you sure this is what you want; are you sure you’re ready because we-”
“I’m sure” he interrupted with a confident nod.
Before you could respond he got to his feet, but didn’t move toward the bed like you had expected. Instead, he blew out the candles, his arm around your waist, holding you firmly against him. You jumped when his free hand swept the table clean, sending the dirty dinner dishes crashing to the floor.
“Lars!” you couldn’t help laughing at the mess on the floor before in one swift movement he lifted you on the now bare table, his mouth once again devouring yours.
He stood between your spread legs, one of his hands on the small of your back, the other sliding up your thigh as he hooked your leg around his waist. His new found confidence sending you reeling as his weight pushed you back further on the table.
Your arms found their way around his neck as he broke your kiss, opting to suck and nip along the length of your neck instead.
You closed your eyes, it was your turn to be overwhelmed with sensations. You had thought and dreamed of this moment so many times over the last six months…even before. You weren’t convinced it wasn’t just a figment of your imagination.
He was ravenous, completely oblivious to anything that wasn’t you in the moment.
Warm fingers on the back of your neck, loosened the bow, holding your dress up; the fabric falling loose around your front before Lars pulled it away, leaving you exposed.
He tugged your dress off the rest of the way, leaving it in a crumpled pile at his feet. Your chest heaving as you tried hard to get a grip on your own arousal surging through your body at an impossibly fast rate.
Your arms slipped from around his neck as he sank to his knees on the floor, pulling you to the edge of the table.
His hands pushed your knees apart, just as you had done with his moments before. Your heart thudding in your chest with anticipation as he inched closer to your core.
Legs draped over his broad shoulders, you shivered as his warm breath crept up the inside of your thigh, the tip of his nose brushing against the lace of the panties you still wore, making you gasp and fist the table cloth underneath you.
“God, Lars” you breathed, mindful not to crush his head between your thighs.
He looked up at you from between your legs; his eyes dark with lust. “May I?”
“Yes, God,” you whined; desperate to feel more “Please”
Thick fingers curled around the dainty waistband before tugging them off gently and letting them drop to the floor.
You were so wet. He knew that’s how this worked, he had watched movies before…but this was different, this was for him, you were wet for him.
The thought made his cock grow hard between his legs and he let out a moan as another thought occurred to him. What did you taste like?
Again, he dropped his head, but this time he ran his tongue between your slick folds; you lurched forward, arching your back off the table as you let out a strangled cry; your fists clenching the pristine white table cloth tightly.
“Holy fu-” You squeezed your eyes shut tightly; your whole body felt like it would burst into flames at any second.
Lars was completely unfazed, devouring you like you were the best thing he had ever let touch his tastebuds.
And you were…
He pulled you closer, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips so hard they would leave bruises; Lars completely unaware of his own strength He sucked, and licked and moaned against your core as you writhed over him. His cock leaking with his own pleasure, hearing what he was doing to you.
Then as fast as he was there, he was gone, but before you had a chance to complain, his weight was on top of you, his mouth on yours, his tongue pushing between your lips as he kissed you feverishly.
You moaned against his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue as his hard cock pressed against the inside of your thigh.
He pulled back to catch his breath, his lips red and kiss swollen; mustache damp with your slick. He searched your face, catching his breath; you looked so beautiful; flushed, breathless and naked…just for him…
He watched as you bit your lip with a whine as his fingers ghosted over your dripping folds; feeling you shudder underneath him.
“Can I…Can we…” he stammered breathlessly struggling to find the words; thankful when you simply nodded. You always understood.
He repositioned himself, the head of his cock pushing inside you, he watched you, as your eyes fluttered closed, you grit your teeth and he frowned slightly, wondering if he was hurting you,but you hadn’t told him to stop. Quite the opposite, you pulled him closer, your tight heat engulfing his entire length, your moans mingling with his as your lips found his again.
He thrust his hips, slowly at first, the small table groaning under the weight of both of you on it’s top.
You pried your lips from his, taking a much needed breath as he thrust harder, moving his hips faster, your legs locked around his waist. He buried his head in the crook of your neck moaning low in the back of his throat as you moaned loud towards the ceiling.
His large hand collapsed over your mouth as his breath was hot and heavy next to your ear.
“Shhh, they’ll hear you”
You breathed heavily through your nose as his hand stayed firmly in place; your moans muffled underneath
You sounded desperate and needy, and you were. The entire table shifted under your weight as he thrust harder; his own desperate moans loud next to your ear. He was close.
Something in him flipped like a switch; his primal urge taking over as he buried himself deep inside you, the delicious burn between your thighs of being stretched almost too far as skin slapped skin, his hand still heavy over your mouth as he grunted with the last of his effort, spilling hot and thick inside you as your fingernails sank into the flesh of his shoulders through his dress shirt as your orgasm tore through you from your core.
He dropped his hand from your mouth, his weight landing heavy on top of you. He was almost still completely dressed; pants gathered around his ankles, shirt buttons undone, tie hanging loosely around his neck, his hair no longer neatly combed.
You pushed his hair back away from his face with a smile as you felt him slip from inside you.
“Are you okay?” he asked, softly “I- I didn’t hurt you?”
You shook your head with a small laugh; pulling him closer to kiss him gently “No sweetheart; not even a little bit”
He smiled, leaning his forehead against yours as he pulled you to sit up, his hands cupping your face. “Can we do it again?” he asked, his lips pressing against yours before you had a chance to answer.