He smiled up at me and put his hands behind his head, ready for me to admit defeat already.
I leaned forward, moving my hips slowly up and down, matching the rhythm he had set before. He groaned as I lightly kissed his chest. His skin was salty from sweat. He was my favorite taste, sight, sound, touch, and scent. I wanted to savor him too. I moved my hips even faster as I left a trail of feathery kisses everywhere I could reach. Tonight I wanted to be the one that made him lose control.
"Don't stop," he said as I pulled away from him.
Instead of listening, I stood up. He said he liked my ass in my spandex shorts. He'd like this view even more. I turned around, straddling him in the opposite direction and slid back onto his length.
"Fuck," he groaned as I slid his length back inside of me. His hands were immediately on my back, trailing down to my hips and ass.
I moved my hips faster and faster as his fingertips dug into my skin.
"You're so sexy, baby." His voice sounded husky. Even though I could only see his legs, it was still getting harder and harder to focus. His hands on me were suddenly all I could think about. I loved the way he loved me. I couldn't set the pace anymore. I couldn't even think straight. As if he knew, his hands on my hips slowly started guiding me more than I was guiding myself.
"James," I moaned.
He moved my hips faster and faster, slamming me down on top of him. It seemed like he was moving me way faster than I could myself. He put his arms around my waist as he sat up and pushed me forward so that I was suddenly on all fours.
"I'll always give you what you want." He grabbed my hips hard and thrust himself deep inside of me.
"Yes!" My palms were a little sweaty and they slid slightly on the wood floor.
He kept one hand on my hip and his other found my clit. He slid his length in and out of me faster and faster.
"Say my name when you come, Penny." He slammed into me and pressed down hard on my clit.
"James!" The fire in my stomach seemed to spread out in a million different directions. I would have melted into the ground if he wasn't holding me up. "James!" I moaned again as I felt his cum shoot up inside of me.
The rest of his strokes were slow but rough, his hips slamming hard against my ass. He sighed behind me as he finished. I couldn't remember the last time I felt this exhausted. James leaned forward and lightly kissed my shoulder blade. He pushed my hair to the side and kissed the back of my neck. Even though I had ended up asking him to be rough with me, I still felt cherished. He had still made love to me. James always made me know how much he loved me.
"Was that memorable enough for you?" I panted. I was completely out of breath.
He ran his hands down my back and over my ass. "Every moment is memorable with you." He slowly pulled out of me. I was about to turn around, but felt his lips against the small of my back. He left a trail of soft kisses down my right ass cheek and thigh. "How about we continue making memories in the shower?"
A ringing noise sounded through the apartment, making me jump.
"It's just the doorbell, baby," James said and kissed my thigh once more before standing up. "I'll get rid of whoever it is." He turned off the fireplace and pulled on his shorts before disappearing out the door.
"I was going to say congrats on the new place, but instead I'm going with why are you so sweaty?" Mason's voice could be heard clearly through the open floor plan.
"Crap," I mumbled and tried to find my clothes in the dark.
"Hey, Mason and Bee!" James said way too loudly, probably hoping for me to hear.
I quickly got dressed and walked out the door to greet our first house guests.
"Why are you yelling at us?" Mason asked.
"I'm not yelling," James said a little quieter. "And I'm super sweaty because Penny wouldn't let us hire movers."
Bee laughed.
I was pulling my hair back in a ponytail when I came into the living room. "Hey guys. And we did hire movers for all the super heavy things. Like the couch, the bed, the..."
"Are you insinuating that I can't lift heavy things?" James asked with a smile.
I laughed and opened up the last box that he had carried up. It was filled with sheets.
"Well, that one wasn't heavy." He put his arm around me as I joined him in the foyer next to Bee and Mason.
"And it's really hot in here, don't you think?" Mason asked. "Do you even have the air conditioning on?" He was staring directly at me. It was pretty clear he knew what we had just been doing. Especially since James hadn't even bothered to put his shirt back on. I couldn't exactly say we had started a fire in the library, in more ways than one.
"I can turn it up if you want," I said instead. "I'm a little overheated too. We were doing hot yoga." Why the hell did I just say that? "Oh you brought pizza and champagne? I'm starving." I had never been very good at segues.
James laughed.
"Hot yoga?" Mason winked and slapped James on the back as he walked past us into the living room. "Gross, you're so fucking sweaty." I looked over my shoulder to see him wiping his hand off on his jeans.
"I'm just going to pretend you two were actually doing hot yoga," Bee said and smiled at me. "Your new place looks amazing. Should we eat while the pizza's still hot and then go on the tour? Mason, don't go through their stuff!"
"What? I'm just trying to find the champagne flutes." He was holding an attachment to a vacuum cleaner. "Is this some weird sex thing that I don't know about?" He held it farther away from himself as he inspected it.
Bee laughed. "Of course you wouldn't have any idea what that is."
"I honestly have no idea what that thing is either," James said.
"You two are hopeless, you know," I said to James and Mason. "What on earth would you do without me and Bee?"
"Do hot yoga alone and cry ourselves to sleep," Mason said and tossed the vacuum cleaner attachment back in its box.
Bee and I both laughed.
James kissed my temple and whispered, "I couldn't live without you."
I smiled up at him. I didn't have to say it back. He knew. Just like I knew how he was feeling by looking into his intoxicating brown eyes.
He kissed my temple again. "I think I know where the glasses are," he said and walked over toward Mason.
"And seriously, turn up the AC, or I'm going to take my shirt off next," Mason said.
Bee laughed. "I'm not going to complain about that.
A few minutes later we were sitting at the dining room table drinking champagne out of coffee mugs and eating pizza off of napkins.
"Are you two getting nervous?" Mason asked and grabbed another slice of pizza.
"About what?" I said.
"What do you mean about what? About marrying him." He pointed his pizza at James.
I put my chin in my hand and looked over at James, pretending to scrutinize him.
He raised his left eyebrow at me. He actually looked curious about my answer.
"I'm terrified."
James immediately frowned and Mason laughed.
"I'm just kidding." I put my hand on James' thigh and squeezed it. "I'm not nervous about our wedding at all. The only thing I'm nervous about is meeting his parents tomorrow. After that, I'm just going to be excited."