Suddenly he stopped and looked down at me and said in between labored breaths, "Non cheri, not like this, on a couch."
He then picked me up and carried me into the bedroom, carefully setting me on my feet. Slowly, he undressed me, kissing each part of flesh that he exposed. He hungrily sucked on each nipple while he caressed the flesh of my buttocks.
I stopped him long enough to slowly remove his clothing, kissing each nipple on his very muscular chest. I traced my tongue down from his chest down his rippled stomach and around his belly button. While I was doing this, I was removing his close-fitting jeans that he wore so well. Slowly, my mouth wandered farther down, seeking the heart of his manhood. Finding it quickly, I took him into my mouth teasing and tasting him.
Finally, neither of us could take anymore. He picked me up in his strong arms and gently laid me on the bed beneath him. Quickly he found my wet core and entered me.
Together we rode the tides of passion, increasing our tempo with each thrust we made towards each other. I could feel the wave of release quickly come over me. He could no longer hold off his release as we reached the height of passion together.
Afterwards, he collapsed next to me on the bed, pulling me so that I was half laying across his sweat bathed chest.
Softly he said, "I never imagined that anything could be so incredible."
I looked up at him, my heart doing flip-flops as I told him, "Neither did I."