Her apartment is the last one on the ground level. She inserts the key and the door opens easily. She walks in, flips on the light, and tosses her coat onto the kitchen table as I walk in behind her. She turns to face me, and the moment I close the door behind me, she’s pressing her chest against me. Her arms are around my neck and her lips move to mine. I kiss her back—more than ready to find my way inside her.
Her hands fall to my shoulders and push my coat down my arms until it falls on the floor. I grab her by her perky ass and pick her up against me, spinning her around to press her back to the door. She lets out a squeal from the fast movement, but she never stops kissing me. Instead, our kiss only grows harder and more rushed. She pulls my shirt up my stomach and our mouths break apart as I rip the shirt over my head and drop it on the floor next to my coat.
In that small fraction of time, her eyes find mine and she smiles as she lets them fall from my face down to my chest and abs. I’m happy to see that my hours of hard work in the gym have paid off and she’d pleased with the results.
I offer her a flirty smile before I bring my lips down to her collarbone, kissing and sucking lightly as I get to work on removing her top. It falls off easily with a couple of tugs at the strings in back, and finally, her breasts are mine to gaze upon. They’re round and perky and perfect in size. She has more than a handful, but I won’t let any of it go to waste. Her skin looks soft and creamy—not inked up like the few small tattoos on her arms—and her nipples are small, hard, and a perfect peachy color.
I can’t help myself and I dip my head down to catch a hard nipple in my mouth. As I suck and flick my tongue against her hardened peak, she lets her head fall back against the door as her breathing picks up and soft whimpers fall from her lips. If I thought I was painfully hard before, that was nothing compared to now. I release her nipple and bring my eyes back to hers. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Through there,” she says, nodding her head toward an open door in her living room. Holding her tight against me, I carry her through the small kitchen, across the living room floor, and into a room that’s covered with clothing. We fall down on the bed together, her legs wrapped around my hips and her arms around my neck.
Our hands are in a race to strip each other down. While I’m on top of her, kissing her neck and nipping her ear, her hands are freeing me from my jeans. She uses her thighs to push my pants down further. My mouth comes back to hers and my hands are just as greedy as they unfasten her shorts and work them down her legs. She pushes against my chest and I pull back, confused, but then she manages to flip us over. I lie back and watch as she kicks away her shorts then climbs on top of me. She kisses me roughly, nipping my bottom lip as she works her way lower. She bites my chest and scratches my stomach on her descent. She takes me in hand and starts to slowly pump. A long breath leaves my lips as I position my hands behind my head, tilting it downward so I can watch her. Her eyes lock on mine as her tongue comes out, licking up the small drop beading on my tip. My eyes flutter closed, rolling back in my head as she slowly works her mouth over my length.
Her tongue is swirling around my cock as she sucks and moves up and down. She takes me to the back of her throat before moving back up and swirling her tongue around my tip. With each stroke, I come a little more undone. As my release rises, I try pushing it down. My hand cups her cheek and she pulls away, looking up at me. The moment I’m no longer in that pretty mouth of hers, I pick her up and roll us over so I’m right where I need to be. “I’d hate to waste the night by coming in that talented mouth of yours.” My lips smash against hers and she kisses me with need and determination. Her thighs lock around my hips, but I’m not ready to take the next step just yet. I want this to last as long as possible.
I kiss my way across her jaw and down to her neck and breasts. After giving them the attention they need, I kiss down her stomach to her hips. Her thighs begin to loosen around me, allowing me to slide down further. I run my tongue between her folds, finding her wetness. When my tongue flicks against her bundle of nerves, her hips jerk and a moan escapes. That’s all I needed to have me quickening my actions.
My hands tighten around her hips, holding her down to the bed as my mouth assaults her clit. She’s wriggling and moaning, hands fisting in the sheets. I suck on her nub and flick my tongue against it at lightning speed. Her entire body turns hard, preparing for her release. I move one hand from her hip and slide two fingers deep inside her wet center. I curl them upward, massaging her G-spot. Her moans grow louder and her breathing becomes faster. I can feel the moment I push her over the edge. Her muscles tighten around my fingers and begin to convulse around me. Her wetness doubles, soaking the sheet beneath her, and all the while, I keep going until she’s completely weak and limp.
I pull away and wipe her sweetness from my lips. “Do you have a condom?” I pant out, breathless from the air she’s sucked out of the room.
“I’m on the pill. Plus I’m free of STIs, so if you’re clean, then I’m good to go if you are,” she pants out, reaching for me and pulling me back to her body.
That’s all I needed to hear. “Clean as a whistle, baby.”
With one hand between us, I guide myself into her hot body and she tightens up around me as a whimper escapes her lips. I silence her with a kiss as I halt my hips in an attempt to calm myself down, because I’m already on the verge of exploding.
Three
Luna
Oh my fucking gawd. He’s amazing. He’s perfect. It’s like he knows when he needs to be rough and when he needs to slow down without me even having to speak the words. His entire body is hard and muscular like he spends every waking moment at the gym. His mouth, I’m absolutely certain, can perform miracles. I’ve had many guys go down on me over the years, but none of them could ever see me across the finish line. They would always get tired and give up, ready to get on to the sex. But Daniel stuck with it, overwhelming my senses with every action. He knew just where to touch, when to speed up, when to slow down, and the exact pattern that would push me over the edge. Most guys couldn’t even find the key, yet he managed to open the lock.
The moment he pushes into me, I’m ready to explode again. He’s long and hard—bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. He fills me completely, almost to the point of pain, but even that somehow feels good. I don’t know how he reads my body the way he does, but every touch, every movement, and every kiss is perfect, and always exactly when needed.
Most of the guys I’ve been with have always gone with the get in, get off, get out method. But Daniel was patient getting in, and he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry to get out. It’s like he’s taking his time with me and savoring every minute. He’s so different from my usual type in every way possible. I’m almost afraid for this to end, not wanting to find out if he’s the get up and leave type or the stick around for the night type.
When he pushes me over the edge again, he pulls out of me and flips us over so I can ride him. This has always been my favorite position. I like to be in control. I like to set the speed, the pace. His hands hold on to my hips as I move on top of him, switching from up and down to grinding against him. His eyes are dark and hooded as he watches me with his jaw flexed. It’s got a dark five o’clock shadow covering it now, and it’s sexy on his angular chin. I love the roughness that leads up to the softness of his lips. Everything about this man is a turn-on, and I don’t know how I’m going to watch as he walks away from me. Hopefully he’s enjoying this just as much as I am so he’ll keep coming back.