An Exquisite Encounter

I met Axel on an ordinary night, where my only intent was to go out, get drunk and dance until the early hours of the morning. I was in a wild phase of my life – I had been through a turbulent few years, once a dedicated wife but left for another woman. After that, a string of men who Iiterally came and went. They could touch my skin, feel every inch of my body, go deep inside me, but never deep enough to see the real me.

So when I saw Axel on the dance floor, I thought he would be just like the others. Superficial. But still a fun ride I wanted to try. This sexy man was dressed well and had a face that made me want to sit on it. I knew that by the end of the night I wanted to be the one to kiss those full lips. I knew he had noticed me too; I saw him looking and I recognised the desire in his eyes. I let him watch my wild dancing, get an idea of who I was by the way I expressed myself when the music touched my soul. He would either be scared off by my crazy dancing, or gravitate towards it. Whilst others swayed on the dance floor, I took up every free space, the joy and energy unable to be contained. I kept my eye on him though and I could see he appreciated my enthusiasm. We skirted around each other for a bit, drew closer and I moved my hips rhythmically, drawing his eyes to my waist. Taunting him to imagine what these hips could do when I had him in my grip. Closer, until I ‘accidentally’ brushed against him. That quick touch was electric and when I saw his eyes spark, and my body heat, I wouldn’t have been surprised if we went up in flames. But my desire was hot and deep so I reached for him, inviting him into my space. We danced, grinding against each other. He leaned in close, his mouth breathing warm air into my ear and giving me instant goosebumps.

‘What’s your name?’

‘Sienna,’ I answered, speaking loudly against the music. ‘What’s yours?’

‘My name is Axel. Nice to meet you, Sienna.’

If I wasn’t wet before, I was now. His broken Italian accent was sexy, and the way my name sounded on his lips was magical. Being Italian myself, I knew the passion and fire that was part of our soul. We spoke some more but struggled with the competing music drumming in our ears. Our bodies did the communicating, and after more dancefloor foreplay, I leaned in.

‘Can I kiss you?’

He leaned in closer, indicated he couldn’t hear.

As I repeated my question, I put my finger on my lips then his.

He flashed a smile and laughed. ‘I thought with my bad English, I didn’t understand.’

And then, just like that, our lips were touching and our mouths were parting and our tongues were seeking. We swayed in time to the music, my hips pressed into his groin until I could feel him grow and harden against me. I groaned into his mouth and poured my pent up passion into him, deepening the kiss that ignited the fire that had been smouldering since I laid eyes on him.

We lost track of time and before we knew it the club was closing. When the lights came on, we were breathless. We walked outside into the cool air. The electricity was still sizzling and my body was buzzing, but instead of asking me to continue what we started, Axel asked for my number.

‘I’d like to see you tomorrow, get to know you better.’

Deflated, because it was hard to ignore the throb between my legs, but I was also surprisingly hopeful. If he meant that, then it was a turn on that he wanted to get to know me. So I gave him my number and we parted ways.

I had just got home in the taxi when a message came through. Your kiss ignited a fire in me and I can’t put it out. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.

*

Axel kept his word and we met the next day. We talked for hours, and the electricity between us was still there, even without the alcohol and dance floor vibes. The energy felt good and real, and I found myself telling him about the deeper parts of myself that I kept hidden. He asked me about myself, and he actually listened to the answers. We were sitting side by side, by the estuary, listening to music and as the trees swayed gently and the birds sung in the distance, our connection deepened.

He turned to me, his eyes bright. ‘You know, when you speak, I can see your heart in your eyes.’

Simultaneously, a lump formed in my throat and I felt that familiar ache in my pussy. The idea that he not only saw my body but my heart too made me want to devour him.

We drove back to my house in silence, both trying to contain the fire, flames flickering and licking and threatening to engulf us.

The minute we arrived, I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. We fell onto the soft bed and began to kiss. With just the touch of our lips, the desire that we had felt the minute we came into the same orbit erupted and our passion couldn’t be contained any longer. Our kisses were deep and long, our tongues teasing, circling, tasting. I gently bit his lip and gave a low growl. Our bodies were a map, our hands our compass as we found places that made us exhale deeply, or give a soft moan, or arch in pleasure. His fingers were soft, and he ran them from my neck to the base of my back. He traced around my tattoos, my body a canvas that told the story of my life, and he read it by savouring every detail. I knew he understood because he looked at me, smiled softly and our eyes had a conversation without words. I see you. I get you.

Axel planted soft kisses on my neck and I became his puppet; I would do whatever he wanted when he was treating my body like a temple. He placed his mouth around my nipple and sucked, then rolled his tongue around until my nipple hardened. He played with my other tit and then swapped, giving them both mouth and hand.

Axel looked at me again, in awe. ‘You are exquisite, Sienna.’

This man was making me melt and I was so wet, the throb between my legs becoming unbearable. I took his hand and placed it between my legs. ‘Look what you do to me, Axel.’

He growled deeply, and it was time for him to worship my pussy.

‘My Queen,’ Axel said, flashing a devilish grin, ‘It is time for this servant to serve you.’

His long fingers played me like a harp, gentle, intentional, deliberate strokes. They found their way inside me and I moaned loudly and arched against his finger, deepening the pressure that was building. I needed to show this man what my mouth could do when it was hungry, so I climbed on top of him, feet up around his head, putting my pussy in his face and taking his dick in my mouth. It felt so good, his shiny head wet from pre-cum, his thick cock throbbing in my hand. We played with each other, eating like we hadn’t had a meal in days. He lapped up my juices as he took my clit in his mouth and sucked gently. My eyes rolled as I returned the favour, licking his head like a lolly pop then taking his length in my mouth. Over and over, until I changed the rhythm by a soft lick here, a quick tongue flick there and then my hand up and down his shaft. Hearing him moan turned me on and I grinded my pussy on his face and then we were both moaning together.

When we were both close, I moved off Axel and it was my turn to get onto my back. I raised my legs, spread them apart, my offering to this man who I had known for a only short time but felt like I had known him forever. A man who had somehow managed to make me feel like a Queen over the space of a weekend, the first time in a lifetime.

I put my legs over his shoulders and as he slid his cock deep inside me, slowly in and out, he looked me straight in the eyes. My cheeks burned; having never been admired and seen like this before made me slightly uncomfortable, but also turned me on more than I ever had. My body responded, and as I held his gaze and he looked into my soul I felt the warm pulsing and I knew I was on my way to Heaven. I came hard around his dick and I cried out his name, my whole body shaking. In response to my ecstasy, Axel joined me and as his fire exploded inside me, he continued to stare at me. I saw his eyes darken and become wild and as he came we held eye contact and it was the most intense moment of connection – a beautiful mix of utter sexual desire and having someone fulfill the deep need to be seen and appreciated.