As his tongue slowly slips into my mouth, I let out a moan. He lays me flat on his king sized bed caressing my hair with his long fingers. I look into his deep blue eyes, "Are you ready?" He asks. I respond by pulling off his pants, and giving him the best 2 minutes of pleasure he's ever had. In return he lays me flat on the bed and spreads my legs apart and licks his perfect lips, his eyes full of lust. We finally stop fucking each other when the daylight shines in through the curtain and I Know that it's time for me to go.
But that was 4 months ago. We have been seeing other people since that night, but I am not able to forget him. And I can't help but wonder if he feels the same way. There was just something about those blue eyes and that deep British accent.