First encounter

We danced, I'm not used to dancing especially not being led. But you made something magic happen. Somehow you made me feel vulnerable in your arms. You pulled me tightly against you and pressed your lips to mine. Your arms wrapped around me, on hand on my ass, lifting me as your other arm pressed me towards you. Your tongue entered my willing mouth. I felt your hand slide up my back, towards the back of my neck. As you controlled me with your hands and your tongue, I pulled back; asserting myself the only way I knew how at the moment, I slowly moved to my knees, holding your hand still holding my hair. Looking up at your eyes, and letting my hands move on their own, I unclasped your belt, opened your pants, and let your awakening cock fall out against my face. I looked up at you with pleading eyes, wanting to please you with my mouth. Not that that is the only thing I want, but knowing that if you used my mouth, you might want use the rest of me. I licked the quickly stiffening tip of your cock, my hands softly fondling your balls. I wrapped my lips around the tip, that smooth amazing head of your dick, and ran my tongue over and under and all around the first part of that dick. I sucked hard, gently taking my leave from your cock with the popping sound of a kiss, I will empty your balls, but first I want to give them some love. I run my tongue along your sack, find one of your balls, and gently suck on it, feeling the hair along my tongue and tasting the salt of the sweat. As I slowly let your sack slip past my lips, I hear you groan, and feel your hand twist my hair. As I start to yelp from the tug on my hair, I feel your now rigid cock go into my mouth. I try to please you with my mouth, but your hand on the back of my head and the thrust of your hips tell me that you're going to please yourself. I feel my face against your stomach, your cock down the back of my throat. I try to use my tongue to please you, while I look up at you, but I realize that all I can do is let you use my mouth as a hole to fuck. I feel you pump your cock in and out of my throat until I feel your hands pull my face against your hips, a twitch along the cock whose head is buried in the back of my mouth, and a pumping of seed down my throat. I can feel you trying to pull out, but I want every last bit of that cum. I slide my lips up and down your cock as the last dribbles of cum fall from it and it slowly goes limp. You lie down on the bed, relaxed; as I lie down beside you, sliding my leg along yours. I whisper in your ear, "That was round one, now you're going to last when it's time to fuck my ass."