Trust Me

(In the voice of Carrie Bradshaw)

When entering new relationships, we tend to show the best version of ourselves. The facade of who we want our new loves to believe we are usually fades well after the other can hightail it because too much STUFF is invested - whether it be time, money, or anything else. When it becomes official, what we're really asking our partner to do is trust us. Trust that they won't hurt us or let us down or become irrational and crazy....what we really want to say is trust me, I'm normal.

(End narrative)

[This turned out to be a long and graphic one.....]

Aussie came over for our date 1 hour late Saturday night. I was livid. A sexy dress and heels became pink striped socks, black leggings and a black tank.

I fed him. He ate it in under 5 minutes.

His heart was beating so fast as we were watching the movie.

What's wrong? Are you nervous, I asked.

Yes, I don't want you to hurt me.

I'm not. I said as I kissed him on the cheek. There was silence.

We watched the movie, his arm around me. He kissed my cheek. I kissed his lips. I slapped him for being late (not hard). He pounced on top of me and tickled me.

You're so abusive.

You like it, I said between giggles.

You're so beautiful. He kissed me. We started making out. His hands were everywhere - on my hair, on my breasts, on my thighs.

He licked and bit my neck. He kissed my ears.

I will lick you all over if you let me.

It's too soon.

I can't help myself. He kissed me again. I pushed off of him and straddled him. I had my hands over his face. I kissed him.

He rubbed his hands up and down my back. He grabbed around my waist and pushed me closer to him. He kissed my breasts through my shirt and bra. We grinded against each other, making out. He lifted me up and laid me gently against the couch.

No small feat - I'm a plus-sized girl. He kissed me aggressively. He pushed my breasts out of my bra and began to nibble, suck, and lick them hungrily. I moaned. It had been a while since I'd been handled by a man like that. He began to pull at my leggings.

Stop.

He kissed me some more.

I'm sorry. You taste so good. I wanted more. Don't worry. I know what I'm doing.

He began to massage my clit through my pants.

That's the problem, I said.

He laughed. He pulled down my pants and pushed my red satin thong over. He licked my clit. He slid his tongue down and dipped it inside of me. He licked upwards. I gasped. He kissed me. His pants were off. I felt his hardness grinding against me. It was like our bodies were in sync with each other.

Stop.

Turn around. Lay flat on your back. He kissed my ankles and kissed my calves. He licked and kissed the backs of my knees.

It was a sensation that was weird but felt so good. He turned me over. He was so hard, I felt he might explode.

Put your clothes on.

He obliged me.

Let's just think for a second, okay? Is this what we want? Are you ready for all of this? Because, I'm not about just - this.

I know that. I really really like you. It doesn't matter if we do or we don't. It doesn't change anything.

I kissed him. It was the right thing to say at that moment and I believed.

I just want to taste you, he whispered to me, his eyes closed. You taste so good. Let me taste you, Nina. We don't have to do anything else.

I led him to the bedroom. He laid me down, pulled of my pants. He kissed me. He bit neck. We pulled off my shirt and bra. He pinched my nipples and nibbled on them. He went all the way down and licked and sucked on my clit. - the man definitely knew what he was doing - He was down there for what seemed like forever sending shivers down my spine.

"Aussie....." I chanted his name like a prayer.

He fingered me. I rode his fingers as he slid them inside and out.

You're so wet.

He kissed me as he entered me.

"Nina....Nina....omg...."

He was bigger and thicker than I expected. I felt him squeezing himself inside. He moved quick and then slowed himself down.

Turn around. I want you from the back.

I obliged, tons of thoughts in my head.

"Stop. I'm not ready for this. We're not ready for this." I was a nervous wreck. I was shaking. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

I couldn't clearly see his face in the dark room. He held me I his arms.

"Its ok. Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."

"I just - this is a big step."

"Yes. Whenever you're ready. I'll be here"

We lay like that for a while in complete silence, yet my thoughts were screaming loud.

I kissed him as I slid down his body. He tasted like sweat. I licked his navel bent down.

I sucked his dick, moving up and down slowly. He moaned. I moved quicker, swirling my tongue round and round. He grabbed me. He kissed me and went down on me. I came softly.

He climbed on top of me. He fucked me hard, deep inside of me.

"Cum on this dick," he demanded, the sweat dripping from him.

He moved me - doggy style. He slapped my ass.

I climbed on top of him. "Cum on this dick."

We were in the swing of things.

He sat me with my legs straight on the edge of the bed. "Cum on this dick."

He lifted me up and fucked me. Then laid me down and was pounding me harder and harder.

"You're hurting me." I said. The friction of all the moving plus his size was proving difficult to handle.

He kissed me. He licked my pussy. you want me to stop?

No. He licked me some more.

He entered me again - slower, gentler. Did you cum already?

Yes, I said.

Moments later, he pulled out and erupted on the bed.

We were fucking for 2 hours. He had to go to work in 6.

Damn.

I got him some water and a towel. He was drenched in sweat.

You made a brotha put in some work.

We laughed.

I guess its only right to do that for my girlfriend.

Giirlfriend?

Yes. Is that ok?

Ummm....yes. I smiled.

I have to go. I'm sorry.

You don't have to go.

Is that an invitation to stay next time?

Yes.

I will bring my clothes next time, I promise.

Ok.

Dd you enjoy yourself?

Yes, did you?

You know I did.

You don't have to go. I said, whispering naughty things in his ear.

Why do you have to look so good?
You're beautiful in the morning, gorgeous in the evening..

I kissed him.

He stood in the doorway. Stuck.

Go! I half-yelled.

Ok. I'll call you tomorrow.

Trust me, he was telling me. Trust that I will. Trust that I will still be all that I said I was. Trust that this is different.

Trust me.

And...I did.
I slept like a baby that night.
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