She rubbed against me, and I couldn’t hold back. I pushed against her, feeling my cock throb and ache as it played along her opening. I plunged in. She let out a deep moan.
Throbbing, gasping, I pushed in again, completely absorbed with how good it felt. She was so tight! Her warm, wet juices slid over me, as I pulled out and pushed in. I was moving with abandon, and her body responded. I was dangerously close to coming.
Holding back, I wanted to delay my orgasm as long as possible. I rolled her over slightly so that she lay on her front, and I was now behind her. I was pushing myself into her hot, wet hole, thrusting and thrusting, moaning as I tried to hold back from the rising, sweeping, growing tide inside me.
She was gasping and sighing. I knew she was close to coming too. She pushed and thrust against me. I could tell that she was enjoying it as much as I was, a thought which made my cock flare with more urgency. On the verge of coming, I pulled out, then lay back, panting, on the bed.
She rolled over. Her eyes were wide and a little confused. I rolled onto my side and looked into her eyes. She rolled over and kissed me.
I rolled so that I lay on top of her, reveling in the feeling of her body pressed to mine. We kissed, and I felt my cock throbbing as I kissed her harder and more focused. She sighed and pressed against me as I ached with need again.
Unable to withstand it anymore, I took my cock and gently entered her again.
She gasped, and I cried out as her hot, clinging warmth took me.
I thrust into her, amazed at how tight and warm she felt. It was cozy in there, like coming home, and I drew out and pushed deeper again as her arms tightened around me. She whispered my name and made wordless sounds that mixed with the sound of our breath and spurred me on.
I pushed and pushed, loving how tight and wet she was. I went in and out, in and out, faster and faster.
I could feel her tightening around my cock while her body began to quiver. I gasped as we came, unable to believe the strength of my climax. She gripped me against her body, panting and sobbing, and we lay like that as our breath turned softer and our bodies relaxed.
“Whew,” I said. My voice shook.
She smiled. Her eyes held mine. I had never felt anything so intense, not as far as I could remember. It was amazing.
I lay looking into her eyes for a moment, and then, feeling impossibly tired, I rolled off her. My head was against hers and my arm was around her shoulders. I shut my eyes in a world of strawberry shampoo and felt myself drift off to sleep.
18
Amelia
I heard the sound of a truck backing up in the roadway. I opened my eyes and sat up. My memories were full of the night before. I looked around, wanting to ask Carter if he’d like some coffee.
There was nobody in there.
I stood up, feeling foolish. I looked around the room. My clothes were scattered around on the floor, my underwear in a neat pile on the chair by my dressing table. Carter’s t-shirt, which had been on the chair, was gone.
“Carter?” I called.
I checked the shower, but it was empty. I felt numb.
“I didn’t imagine that.” I felt annoyed at myself, but I knew he had been here, and I had wanted him to be here when I woke up. “He must have had something else to do today.”
I sighed and stepped into the shower. As I washed, I thought about the night before. His presence was written on my skin—the touch of his hands, his skin, his mouth. I dried myself off, feeling better.
“I’m sure he had to go somewhere,” I told myself firmly. I went through to the kitchen and made coffee. I drank it with my eyes shut, thinking about Carter. I recalled each second with him. As I started breakfast, I recalled how it all started with the creep cutting off the electricity the night before.
“Damn that guy.”
I was angry now. In broad daylight, my fear was replaced by cold outrage. How dare that guy sneak around here, trying to get me? I had no doubt about the identity of the culprit. Who else would have any cause to come here? The apartment had stood open for months. A thief who wanted to steal the television or microwave could have done it so much more easily weeks ago. No, the person who had come here came to hurt me.
I stood and poured myself another cup of coffee. It was Sunday, and I doubted that I could pick up an extra deadbolt at the local hardware store for the door. Besides, I didn’t want to go out on my own. Not yet. I was tired. I was a little scared. And I was confused by everything that had happened.
“He could at least have said something.”
I was sick of men who had no manners. Carter, after sleeping with his employee, could at least have left a note explaining why he had to go early. Or he could even have just left. We were both adults—at least I was, I thought wryly. Why was he so rude again? Just when I thought he was a good guy, too.
“Some people just have no manners, I guess.” Sadly, I felt my heart harden a little.
I ate my breakfast—the buttered toast and marmalade and yogurt, courtesy of Tanya who stocked my fridge when I moved in, was just what I needed to lift my mood. I had an idea.
“I’ll call Tanya.”
I pulled out my phone and asked her to come over. Thirty minutes later, she knocked on my door. She had pastries and a large coffee from the café near her apartment, and she floated in wearing a beautiful orange and red scarf wrapped around her neck.
“It’s chilly out there. Hell, girl! Good to see you.”
She sat down at the table, put a paper cup of coffee opposite me, and gave me a firm look.
“What’s up?” she asked.
“Oh, Tanya…” I sniffed. To my shame, I started crying. Her strong, matter-of-fact presence was one thing, her kindness another. Having them combined, so kindly, was too much for me. I cried.
“Hey, girl! There, there. Cry if you have to. You can tell me about it when you’re ready,” Tanya said.
“Thanks,” I sniffed.
I sat and cried as she drank coffee, and then, as she reached for a muffin, I told her. I started with Carter’s afternoon visit, the brother’s generosity, the attempted break-in, and the magical night with Carter. I finished by telling her about waking up this morning and how Carter was nowhere to be found. Not a word, not a note, nothing. When I had come to the end of the story, I breathed easier. She looked furious.
“The dick,” she hissed. “I thought he was interested in you from the first time I laid eyes on him. To take advantage of you at a frightening moment… how dare he? I’d like to break his skull.” Her eyes flashed and I thought, for a moment, she’d try it.
I giggled. “Oh, Tanya,” I said gently. “You think… he liked me? I mean… I don’t know what to think.”
It was a stupid question, but Carter’s behavior had undermined my favorable impression of him and reminded me painfully of all his shitty behavior. He spent all his time at work avoiding or criticizing me, then he used me at a moment when I was scared and vulnerable. How else was I supposed to interpret his vanishing act this morning? But, as it was, I still had this strong feeling—odd though it seemed, that he deeply cared for me.
“Amelia!” Tanya giggled. “My friend, you need glasses. You must be blind if you have never noticed it before.”
“Noticed what?” I sipped my coffee. It was still warm and had a thick creamy foam floating on it. It made me feel better. “What haven’t I noticed?”