When She Knocked on My Door to Fuck Me

I couldn't believe she had actually come.

I had imagined her so many times standing outside my door that, when the bell finally rang, I stood motionless for a second, my hand suspended in the air and my pulse racing. We'd spent weeks talking until dawn, sharing increasingly direct confessions, playing at telling each other what we'd do if we ever found ourselves alone together. Many times I thought it would all remain just that: hot messages, suggestive photos, promises that were arousing precisely because they were never fulfilled.

But that night, it really happened.

When I opened the door, I found her standing there in the hallway, her expression halfway between fear and desire. She had dressed up without overdoing it, as if she wanted to pretend this could still be an innocent visit, even though we both knew it wasn't. Her light-colored eyes avoided mine from time to time, then returned to seek them out with a need that turned me on even more.

“I don't know what I'm doing here,” she murmured.

I didn't even let her finish.

I grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, pulled her toward me, and kissed her with all the horniness that had built up over those weeks. It wasn't a soft or timid kiss. It was pure hunger. My mouth pressed desperately against hers, my tongue seeking hers at once, and I felt the air escape her in a muffled, startled moan before her fingers clutched my shirt.

At first she remained tense, as if she still found it hard to accept that she'd finally crossed that line. Then she melted. She returned my kiss with the same intensity, opening her mouth, letting herself be devoured, pressing her body against mine as a blush rose across her cheeks. She smiled as soon as we broke apart for a second to breathe, and that smile confirmed that I hadn't been wrong.

“I thought you'd let me in and offer me water or something,” she said, still panting.

“If I'd seen you and done that, I would've died.”

She gave a quiet, nervous laugh.

“This is wrong. It's crazy.”

“Then let's go all the way with the craziness.”

I took her hand and closed the door with my foot. I led her down the hall without letting go, feeling her fingers tighten around mine. As soon as we entered my bedroom, she said again that it was crazy, but this time her voice didn't sound frightened; it sounded excited. As if she needed to repeat it to give herself permission.

I turned toward her and gently cornered her against the closed door. “Let yourself go,” I whispered, brushing her lips.

I kissed her again. More slowly at first. Then I lost patience all over again.

My hands slid down her sides to her waist, and from there to her hips. The dress clung to her body and was driving me crazy. I traced it with my open palms, feeling the curve of her thighs, the firmness of her ass, the heat radiating from her even through the fabric. She slipped her hands beneath my T-shirt, caressed my chest and back, and when she felt how hard I already was against my pants, she let out a trembling breath.

“Fuck,” she whispered. “You really wanted me.”

“You have no idea.”

I bit her lower lip and moved down to her neck. That made her moan clearly, without holding back. She tilted her head to give me more room, and her nails dug into my back when I began sucking her skin slowly, marking a path with my tongue. While I did it, I slid my hands beneath her dress. Her skin was burning. I ran my hands from her thighs upward, enjoying the way she shuddered whenever my fingers climbed a little higher.

Her pussy was hot and wet even before I really touched it. The fabric of her panties was soaked through.

“Look at me,” I said.

She did. Her breathing was ragged and her eyes were full of desire.

“Tell me to stop if you don't want this.”

“Don't stop,” she answered instantly. “Please, don't stop.”

I pulled her dress over her head in one impatient motion and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of me wearing only her panties and bra, beautiful, nervous, and aroused all at once. She didn't move her arms to cover herself. I liked that. She still had insecurities, yes, but in that moment she was choosing to stay, to let me look at her, to let me touch her. And I wanted her to understand once and for all how much she turned me on.

I kissed her collarbone, her chest over her bra, her stomach. My fingers went to her back and undid the garment without taking my eyes off hers. When it fell away, I saw her nipples immediately harden, stiff with arousal and the cool air in the room.

“You're fucking incredible,” I told her sincerely, admiring her.

“Make me yours,” she rasped in my ear, and bit my neck.

That was enough to make me lose whatever calm I had left.

I backed her toward the bed and gently pushed her down so she sat on the edge. I knelt between her legs and kissed the insides of her thighs through her panties, slowly, enjoying the way she spread her legs wider on instinct alone. The fabric was already so wet it clung to her pussy, outlining everything. I ran two fingers over it and she moaned, pressing her lips together.

“Shit...” she breathed, looking at me. “You're going to kill me.”

“I haven't even started yet.”

I hooked my thumbs into her panties and slowly pulled them down her legs. She lifted her hips to help me. When she was completely naked from the waist down, I spread her thighs with my hands and took a moment to look at her. She was open for me, glistening with wetness, breathing faster and faster.

I ran my tongue from the bottom upward, and her back arched instantly.

“Fuck...”

I did it again, this time more slowly, savoring all of her. I liked her scent, her heat, the way she trembled when I circled her clitoris with the tip of my tongue before sucking it firmly. My hands gripped her thighs to keep her open while my mouth worked unhurriedly, alternating long licks with precise strokes over the places where she felt it most.

She began moving against my face almost immediately. At first she tried to hold herself back, but it didn't last long. Her moans grew lower, more genuine. She said my name. She asked me not to stop. She asked for more. I obeyed gladly.

I slid one finger inside her, then two, moving them slowly while I continued licking her clitoris. She was so wet that my fingers slipped in and out effortlessly, completely covered. I spread her legs wider, buried my face between them, and ate her hungrily, making wet noises, using my tongue with force, feeling her pussy contract around my fingers whenever I hit the mark squarely.

“Like that... yes, like that... don't stop, don't stop,” she panted.

I sucked her clitoris with more pressure and curled my fingers inside her. Then she lost control.

Her hands grabbed my hair. Not to pull me away, but to push me deeper. She began fucking my mouth with her hips, desperate, rising and falling against my tongue. I followed her rhythm, thrusting my fingers all the way inside her and pulling them out soaked before entering her again. The mattress creaked. She let out a long, broken moan, and suddenly her whole body went rigid.

She came with a violent spasm, squeezing my head between her thighs. Her pussy throbbed around my fingers as she shook all over, unable to keep still. I kept licking her through the orgasm, swallowing her moans, feeling her soaking my mouth even more. When she tried to pull away from the sensitivity, I held her firmly and gave her a few last slow licks until she collapsed onto the bed, panting.

I kissed her stomach and moved up to her mouth so she could taste herself on my lips. She welcomed me with a wet kiss, still disheveled from her orgasm.

“No one has ever eaten me like that,” she confessed, her voice trembling.

“Then get used to it.”

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me with a mixture of desire and newly revived boldness. The orgasm had completely unleashed her. Almost nothing remained of the insecure woman who had hesitated when she arrived. Now she was burning, uninhibited.

She pushed me in the chest with one hand until I let myself fall onto the bed. Then she knelt between my legs and undid my pants without taking her eyes off mine. I was so hard it almost hurt. When she pulled down my underwear and freed my cock, she gave a half-smile at the sight of it, tense, hot, and completely stiff for her.

“So you couldn't wait,” she murmured.

“I've been waiting a long time.”

She wrapped her hand around the base and began stroking me slowly, moving up and down with firm pressure. Her thumb passed over the tip, spreading the fluid already leaking from it, and that simple gesture made me clench my teeth. Then she leaned down and gave me a slow lick from my balls to my glans, looking up at me from below just before taking me into her mouth.

She did it slowly the first time, as if savoring me. Then she went deeper. Her tongue played with the tip, circling it, and then she swallowed almost all of me in one wet descent that tore an involuntary moan from me. She sucked me with pleasure, unhurried, closing her lips tightly while her hand kept pace over what she couldn't fit.

“Fuck... yes... like that,” I groaned.

That seemed to encourage her even more. She began alternating deep sucks with long, wet licks, and every so often she stopped only to spit on the tip before taking it back into her mouth. The sight was fucking insane: her hair falling over her face, her mouth open around my cock, her eyes fixed on me while she made those wet sounds that brought me to the edge.

She caressed my balls with one hand too, squeezing them just enough, then massaged the base before swallowing me again. Every time she went down as far as she could, I grabbed her hips as if I wanted to fuck her mouth. In the end I couldn't hold back and began moving against her, short strokes at first, then with greater need.

“Keep going like that and I'll come in your fucking mouth,” I warned her.

She pulled it out for a moment, panting.

“Not yet. I want to feel it inside me.”

I got up as best I could, breathing like hell, and took a condom from the drawer of the nightstand. I opened it without taking my eyes off her. She was still kneeling on the bed, naked, her lips glistening, her legs spread, watching every movement as if seeing me prepare to fuck her turned her on too.

I put on the condom and went back to her. I laid her on her back, kissed her mouth once more, and stroked her thigh as I positioned myself between her legs. Then I ran the tip of my cock over her soaked pussy, up and down, barely pressing at her entrance to tease her.

“Don't tease me anymore,” she begged desperately. “Put it in already.”

I lifted one of her legs and held it open with my forearm. Then I pushed hard.

It went all the way in, to the hilt, in a single thrust. She was so wet and hot that my cock sank in without resistance, and the moan I drew from her drove me even crazier. She arched her back, dug her nails into my shoulders, and welcomed me with her legs closing around my waist.

“Shit, yes... yes...” she panted.

I stayed inside her for a second, feeling the way she squeezed me, the way her pussy still throbbed with sensitivity from her earlier orgasm. Then I began to move. I pulled almost all the way out and drove back in with deep, firm thrusts, harder each time. The wet sound of penetration filled the room almost immediately, mixed with her moans and my heavy breathing.

I grabbed her wrists and held them above her head while I fucked her. She looked at me with her lips parted and an expression of pure lust. She loved it. I could tell by the way she lifted her hips higher to take me better.

“This is how I wanted you,” I told her through clenched teeth. “Open and wet for me.”

“Don't stop... fuck me... fuck me harder.”

I obeyed her.

I began fucking her harder, pounding my hips against the mattress, driving into her to the hilt again and again. Her tits bounced with every thrust. Her legs squeezed my sides. Every time I pulled out, her pussy immediately claimed me, slippery, wet, voracious, and I plunged back inside her without mercy. She muttered curses at me. She asked for more. She told me she'd been imagining this for far too long. So had I.

I released her wrists and lifted both her legs onto my shoulders to open her wider. In that position I went even deeper. A rougher moan, almost a scream, escaped her when she felt the difference. I gripped her thighs and kept the rhythm hard and steady, watching her face dissolve in pleasure.

“Do you like it like this?”

“Yes... fuck... I love it... don't slow down...”

I lowered one hand between our bodies and began rubbing her clitoris while I continued penetrating her. The combination wrecked her. Her stomach tensed again and she began twisting beneath me, unable to decide whether to pull away or beg for more. I gave her no respite. I fucked her with the same force, sliding my cock in and out at a filthy rhythm while my fingers made her tremble.

“You're going to come again,” I told her.

“Yes... yes... don't stop, please... I'm going to come...”

Her pussy began squeezing me in increasingly obvious pulses. I felt her swallow me deeper, felt her body go rigid, felt her nails dig into my arms. After three especially hard thrusts and one precise rub against her clitoris, she exploded again.

She came screaming my name, shattered, shaken by spasms that ran through her entire body. She squeezed me so tightly that for a second I almost came with her. I kept fucking her through her orgasm, slower at first, enjoying every contraction of her pussy around my cock, then speeding up again because I was already too close to stop.

I turned her over on the bed and put her on all fours. She supported herself on her knees and elbows without my having to explain anything. I spread her ass with one hand, took a second to admire how she was still dripping with arousal, and drove into her from behind again with a sharp thrust that made her moan into the pillow.

From there I fucked her even harder.

I gripped her hip with one hand and her hair with the other, pulling just enough to arch her back while my cock moved in and out of her soaked pussy. The sound was obscene, wet, repetitive. Every blow pushed her forward across the bed. She reached one arm backward to touch me and ended up grabbing my wrist, wordlessly begging me not to stop.

“More,” she said against the pillow. “More, please.”

I gave her more.

I thrust with my pelvis slamming against her ass, hard, without losing the rhythm. With every movement I felt the condom stretched tight, my cock ready to explode, and her pussy closing around me as if it wanted to squeeze everything out of me. When she turned her face toward me, I put my fingers in her mouth, and she sucked them while I kept fucking her from behind. That image finally broke me.

I pulled out for a moment, turned her over again, and sat her on top of me. She guided my cock to her entrance herself and lowered herself slowly, inch by inch, until I was completely inside her. We both moaned at once. From above, she began riding me hungrily, bracing her hands on my chest, rising and falling while I held her ass to set the pace.

There was nothing timid about her movements anymore. She fucked my cock as if it belonged to her, leaning forward to kiss me and then straightening up to ride me faster. Her tits brushed my face. Her breath fell into my mouth. I helped her by thrusting from below, driving into her to the hilt every time she came down.

“Look at you,” I told her, gripping her waist. “You came here dying for this.”

“Yes,” she admitted breathlessly. “Yes, fuck. I wanted you to fuck me like this.”

That confession, spoken with my cock inside her, pushed me to the limit.

I laid her down again, positioned myself above her, and began thrusting with everything I had left. I wasn't thinking anymore. I was just fucking her. Hard, fast, deep. The mattress thudded against the wall. She wrapped her arms around my neck and met every thrust with her hips, completely surrendered, whispering obscenities in my ear, asking me not to pull out, to finish inside the condom, to keep going until I emptied myself.

I felt my orgasm rise like a violent surge from my stomach. I held out for two more thrusts, three at most, buried to the hilt, and then came with a deep groan, pumping into the condom while her pussy squeezed me in waves. She came almost at the same time, in a shorter but intense convulsion, clinging to me with her legs and arms as if she didn't want to let go.

We stayed still for a few seconds, breathing wildly, pressed chest to chest. My cock was still throbbing inside her. I kissed her forehead, then her mouth, and slowly pulled out. I removed the condom and set it aside while she remained lying there, staring blankly ahead with a satisfied smile that made me laugh.

“Now this really does seem crazy,” she said at last.

“No. Now it seems like a very good idea.”

She sat up and kissed me slowly, very different from the brutal hunger at the beginning. This time there was calm, but no distance. She caressed my face, my chest, my stomach, as if she still wanted to convince herself that it had really happened.

“I was afraid to come,” she confessed. “I thought I'd turn around at the door.”

“Thank God you didn't.”

“Thank God you didn't let me think too much.”

We laughed softly. Then I pulled her against me and we stayed quiet for a while, the room still thick with the smell of sex and hot skin. Outside, everything remained the same. Inside that room, however, nothing was left of those half-finished conversations or the doubts she'd arrived with. We'd crossed the line completely.

And we both knew that, after opening the door to her like that, talking alone would never be enough again.