1. It's a Match

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I pull the towel from my damp hair on the way back into my bedroom. The room is cozy, lit only by tea lights that give off a warm scent of pumpkin spice and the glow from my open laptop. I hop onto my unmade bed and study the screen.

The ticker at the top of the page shows that Brian's still typing. I'm aware that he can see that I'm online, waiting for his response. So I minimize our conversation.

I have other tabs open. One has the acid jazz playlist he sent me in the middle of our chat. I press play.

The sound of raspy horns and a smooth beat stream through my speaker. He has good taste. It's calming and very chill.

I squeeze lotion into my hand and then massage it into my shoulders. I hear the sound of a bell chime, my cue that he's replied. When you wrote a good top is hard to find.

I just realized now that you're not talking about blouses. So you like a top. Someone dominant.

Yeah, I reply, smirking to myself. I mean, I like confidence and not having to lead all the time. Then a kiss face emoji pops up on my screen.

We talk for another half hour or so. He's good at making conversation and he's a talented flirt, flattering, but sincere. Looking at his pictures, I can see how fit and lanky he is.

His hair frames his angular face. His smile is easy and his eyes are intense. Like he knows something I don't.

It has been months since I've been with a guy. I usually let that desire build up and only act on it once in a while as a treat. When I reach the point where I miss their sturdiness, their directness, their easy arousal, their hands, it's time to go online.

But I don't want to seem too keen. So I decide to call it an early night. I pull back the sheets and am just about to close the laptop when the chime goes off again.

He's asking me out for a drink. When I get to the bistro, it's full of people. I make my way through the busy crowd, hoping to see him before he sees me.

But then I'm stopped from behind by someone tapping my shoulder. When I turn around, Brian is there smiling down at me. He is very handsome in person.

It shocks me a bit and my pulse starts racing. I feel a bit weak looking up at him and exposed. He appraises my face, eyes sweeping over my body, then pulls me into him for a long, tight hug.

His soapy smell and hard body are making me lose it, but I keep some kind of composure. He's squeezing my chest into his, rubbing my back and letting his hands travel down to the curve of my hips. He's gripping them.

He keeps looking into my eyes and I'm so surprised by how handsy and intimate he is. I feel tingling spread from my abdomen and into my pussy. It's like he knows it.

He's in control. I have to be more careful about what I wish for. He finds a table for us and he sits down.

I reach for the chair across from him, but he pulls me down to sit beside him on the wall bench. He hooks his fingers into the waist of my jeans and lowers me to him. Sitting side by side, he cups the back of my head and looks at me.

His fingers massage my scalp in little scratches. It's a possessive move and that's what's relaxing me. I can feel the tension leaving my shoulders.

I don't think I've ever been touched so much by someone I've only just met, but I like the way he's taking ownership. It's as if he has an instinct for what I like. How much pressure, physically and energetically.

He's staring right into my eyes, his breathing measured and calm. It feels like nobody else is in the room. Brian orders whiskey sours for us both, and when the waiter walks away, he turns my chin towards him with his fingers and kisses me.

His lips are soft as they brush across mine. His tongue rolls and licks inside my mouth. He pulls my hand to his chest and I can feel his heart beating.

I reach down and put my hand under his shirt. He bites my lips, gently sucking them into his mouth, then giving them little butterfly kisses. I feel myself getting wet, and whimpering and sighing at how good he feels.

Let's leave, I say. He chuckles, impressed by my eagerness, but then he reminds me that he has a shift at his job tonight. Damn, I totally forgot.

The next two days are a dance of sexy messages back and forth, and when I finally arrive at his door for our first real date, we both have a good idea of where things are headed. I knock confidently, but there are little flutters of excitement in my belly. He opens the door and takes the vision of me in my short leather coat and matching skirt.

I present him with a bottle of wine. He nods in approval. When I get inside, he takes my coat, tosses it on the couch.

Then he tells me to take everything off. I'm a little thrown, but I did say I like a top, and he's playing the role well. I take a breath to center myself, then find the zipper and undo it.

Take my skirt off of me. I calmly pull my shirt over my head. I'm not wearing a bra, and he sucks in his breath when my breasts are fully uncovered.

He rubs his hand across his middle, and then moves it down to his dick, which is already straining against his pants. He comes over to me, picks me up, and carries me to the kitchen island. Sits me down and stands between my open legs.

He kisses me while scratching his fingers along the outside of my thighs. He trails down to my breasts and hungrily licks them, nuzzles them with his face. I grab his hair in my hands, groaning.

His face moves down until he's level with my pussy, and he pulls my thighs closer to the edge of the island. I lean back. His hot mouth covers my clit, swirling around it.

His fingers find their way inside me, stroking up as his tongue continues to slip around my labia and clit. I'm grabbing his hair even harder, using it to steer his face into me. His rhythm is so good, it's making my heels gently knock on the cupboards below.

He keeps jerking his fingers up into me, while his mouth is lapping away, teasing my clit and shooting pleasure through the folds around it. I feel that rawness building up inside, almost like I have to pee. He's sucking everything, working his head in circles and making wet, hungry sounds.

I feel that sinking feeling, false alarms of ecstasy rushing through me. And then he presses his finger pads really deep on my G-spot, rubbing as he applies the delicious pressure. And I feel something let go in me.

My leg muscles tighten, jolts of ecstasy run through me, and my belly shudders. And when I look down, I'm squirting on Brian, splashing his face with little spurts. The view is incredible, and it makes my orgasm take another high.

I'm loving his wet smile, so proud of himself. When it finally subsides, I look about and then pass him a tea towel for his face. He laughs, and I ask plightly for a glass of wine.