How I Wanna Wake Up In the Morning....

I rolled over to see his face peeking up from the pillow. He didn't talk, he just smiled and closed his eyes. I couldn't help but stare at him, letting my eyes wander over his naked body. Last night, we'd barely known each other for a few hours when we stumbled into my apartment, a little tipsy and laughing uproariously. Normally, I have this defense mechanism against guys who try to pick me up in clubs, but it was no match for the game he was bringin' last night. Smooth, confident, sexy, he started talking to me and buying me drinks and 15 minutes turned into two hours which turned into closing time which turned into "why don't we hang out for a while?"

We made small talk while I drove but we both knew what was going to happen. At some point, his dick was going to wind up in my pussy and it was largely because I wanted it there. Wanted his dark, chocolate skin against mine, wanted my hands caressing his muscles, wanted my legs wrapped around the small of his back.

In a little while, he's going to wake up, get dressed and kiss me before saying he has to leave. And I'll watch the curve of his back and his thick, muscular ass as he pulls on his boxers and steps into his jeans. A dull ache will ripple through my body and vibrate between my legs and I'll want him again. I'll want to be underneath him, feeling his weight on top of me and his warm breath on my neck. I'll whimper as his hard, thick cock slides in and out of me until the orgasm runs through my body and makes me cry out, wanting him but at the same time, embarrassed that his fucking me could make me lose control like that. Clutching him and silently smiling as he explodes inside me, filling me with his warm, sticky love.

I feel guilty that in the middle of the night while he was sleeping, I looked through his phone and found the numbers of literally dozens of girls, along with coy text messages promising all kinds of erotic delights. He's a hot guy, I think to myself, you shouldn't be surprised he fucks other girls and they throw themselves at him. You didn't exactly put up a fight last night either.We lie in bed making small talk about what happened last night before he gets dressed to leave.

I tell him how much I enjoyed it and he laughs and says he could tell. We kiss and I look deep in his eyes and say "you better call me" with a smile. He says he will if I promise we can do this again and I promise. We kiss again and I kiss down his neck, to his chest and stomach and slowly move my lips in the direction of his cock. "Damn, girl" he says, laughing, but I want to give him something to remember me by. I want the smell and taste of him again before he goes.

When the door closes behind him, I lie in bed smiling to myself, chewing the end of my fingernail and rolling my eyes at how completely overwhelmed I am by this gorgeous, black man. He knows my door is always open to him, as long as he holds out the promise of my being naked with him in my bed, purring as he touches me and crying out as he enters me. Never in my life have I been so consumed with the idea of giving myself to a man....