I have to say, I was all ready to go at the bar and even in the car, but now that we were standing in front of our apartments, my nerves were shot.
If someone walked by us, they might think we were lovestruck teenagers by the way we were acting. Holding hands in the hallway, standing between our doors and leaning up against the wall, just talking and trying to prolong the inevitable.
“You know, you can invite me in.” I pushed Greg’s hands closer to him, trying to nudge him closer to his door. It shouldn’t matter what apartment we went in to, but there was something about the thought of being in Greg’s apartment with him that sent me into a frenzy. I wanted to see him in his element, not somewhere that was filled with past memories. I wanted to create new ones tonight.
“If you come in there, you know what’s going to happen.” Greg’s voice was laced with darkness and it was the first time that I realized that I didn’t know this side of him. He was filled with lust and dominance that I never expected and it wasn’t something I thought I wanted. But looking into his eyes and seeing that lust for me. How could a woman not want that?
“Do I?” I tried to play dumb as I played with his hands, mimicking the circles he did on my wrists in the car.
“Don’t play games.” He took a step towards me and I sucked in a breath. He wanted a new answer, one that gave him the permission that he needed to do what we both wanted him to do.
“I know.” The words came from me in a whisper, but he wanted more.
“Tell me.”
“I know what’s going to happen.” I bit my lip as I watched his eyes roam my body that was his for the taking. I was tossed over his shoulder in a matter of seconds and was being carried towards my door, as he effortlessly made his way into my apartment, not his.
“Wait…” I started to question him, but Greg nudged the door closed behind us and locked it. “What about your place?”
“Not important.” He made his way to the master bedroom.
“It’s important to me.” I pouted as he crushed away the fantasy that I was already starting to play out in my head. Greg tossed me on the bed, standing there and watching me bounce into the middle of it, laid out and ready for him. My dress had ridden up, and by the breeze I was feeling, I knew he could tell I didn’t have any panties on.
“You went out like that?” He nodded his head towards my slightly open legs as he undid his dress shirt and started slipping out of his shoes. He was trying to distract me from what I asked about his apartment. I allowed it and took in a deep breath before tossing my purse over to the bedside chair. I was ready to take my dress off, but Greg stopped what he was doing the moment I went for my zipper.
“What’s wrong?”
“You watch me and then I’ll undress you.” I swear it was his command that made me leak onto my comforter, not the fact that, once he had said it, he reached for his pants to show me that he had also gone commando. His cock was staring straight at me while he finished his work on his shirt and then peeled off his socks in a way that he never lost visual of me.
Once he was completely naked, I finally got the full look at Greg that I had always dreamed of. The dimples in his waist were just waiting for me to lick and the way I could see the veins in his cock made my mouth water. He was thicker than I expected, like I didn’t know if my hand was going to be able to fully fit around him and just the thought had me squirming in bed.
“Turn around for me.” I made my way to the end of the king-size bed on my knees and turned around. I pulled my hair to the side to give him full access to the zipper, which he pulled down agonizingly slowly. With each inch it went down, he left a kiss, and when he hit the end of it and pulled away, it wasn’t because of the fact that he was about to get me naked, but because he could see the tattoo on my left hip.
I had tried to hide it for a long time, but tonight that wasn’t an option. He peeled the dress over my arms and down until it pooled at my knees. I peeked over my shoulder as he went down to his knees and his hands splayed across my hip.
I had gotten the tattoo four years ago after a conversation we’d had. Greg had called me his Phoenix, said that when I walked into his life, it was like his past had burned behind him and he had been reborn. He didn’t know back then how much his words had meant to me, and I had gotten lucky with our being so busy at work and my not really liking going to the pool or anything that had to do with water, so I could hide the tattoo. It was easily covered with any clothing I wore and since our wedding night was filled with dark Vegas room shenanigans, he hadn’t seen it then either.
I looked down to where Greg placed a hand at the top of the Phoenix.The tattoo started on my left rib cage and moved over my hip. Greg’s hands dragged down and traced it all the way down to where a few of the feather splayed across the top of my thigh. Most of the phoenix was done in black and white, except for the tail and feathers, which were blended colors of green and blue, our favorites.
He leaned in and kissed each feather as he pressed me forward to lie on the bed so he could finish peeling away my dress. I pulled myself on top of the bed and got comfortable against the pillows. Greg stood at the foot of the bed and just stared. His eyes never landed on mine as I watched him crawl into bed, eyes wandering everywhere from my legs to my breasts, and to my neck.
“I don’t know where to start,” he mumbled to himself.
“Start here.” I moved my hand to my thigh and placed a finger on the inside. Greg’s eyes finally met mine and the intake of my breath was loud enough for our neighbors to hear, if we had any.
He followed my words, placing his lips where my finger had pointed. He took my hand in his and placed it off to the side, then he took both my thighs into his hands. His lips became ravenous as he sucked on my thigh, leaving little red marks in his wake and he moved up and down and over to the other side. The thought of him leaving marks on me made me grow wet and I knew for a fact he could tell, because the second I felt it leave my body, his lips were on me. Sucking, kissing, licking up anything I was willing to give him.
“You taste so fucking good.” I rocked into his face and placed my hands on his head, forcing his mouth to stay where it was. The grip he had on my thighs became rough as he tried to pull me closer. We were both trying to make the space between us disappear, but our bodies touching didn’t seem to be close enough.
“Come here.” The words barely broke from my mouth while I tugged on his shoulders to pull him up. I didn’t have to tug hard because he used the grips on my thighs to pull me towards him. My thighs were flush against his as he kneeled between my legs which were now locked around his waist.
He grabbed for his cock and placed it between us. I propped myself on my elbows and watched his hand pump up and down. When I saw the precum leak, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed for his cock, moving his hand out of the way. I was right in my assumption. I couldn’t get my hand fully around him, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. I copied his pumps, coming to a slow stop at the base and then coming back to the top and tracing my thumb over his crown.
I rubbed his cock through my wet folds and the groan that came from him had me knowing I was doing just the right thing. He tried to use my thighs as leverage to thrust inside, but I caught his movement and pulled away, holding his cock still in my hand.
“Don’t play.” Greg’s voice was hoarse. I looked up into his eyes and licked my lips. He was on edge just as much as I was, but I loved this game too much. We were both desperate, but I knew neither of us wanted this to be over too soon.
“Who’s playing?” I winked at him and took his cock, inserting just the tip into me. I watched as his mouth turned into an ‘O’ and his head tilted back.
I pushed in another inch and moved my hand to his base, giving him a light squeeze. I let us sit there so that I could get adjusted. I let go of his cock and moved my arms to above my head to lie there. I was on full display for him and right now my body was his to do with what he pleased.
He looked down at me and shifted his body so that he leaned over me, placing a hand on either side of my head to hold himself up, so that he didn’t put any weight on me. He made sure his cock never left my body as he moved. When he found just the right position, he pushed in another inch and I sucked in a breath. I was tight, a little too tight for someone who wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t going to tell him right now that our wedding night was the first time I had had sex since high school.
His lips landed on my nipple and with every inch Greg inserted he bit down, so I wouldn’t feel the pain too much. After three bites, his thighs were flush against mine. I threw my head back as he pulled out and then slammed back to me. The cry that escaped my throat was one I had never heard before. I sounded like a woman starved for sex.
Greg wrapped an arm around my waist and lifted my hips off the bed. He balanced me on his thighs as he pumped in and out of me, using my body for his pleasure. My breasts bounced back and forth from the force and I could feel the orgasm rising inside of me. His right hand moved from beside my head as he moved himself to sit up fully. He used the free hand to land directly onto my clit, torturing me with circular motions that weren’t sending me over the edge.
I looked to Greg who was silently watching me with bared teeth, fucking me like an animal. He knew what I needed with the silent plea I sent him, he knew I wanted the release only he could give me.
He pulled out and flipped me over, my stomach hitting the comforter on the bed, before he pulled me up so I had my knees on the bed and back flush against his front. He spread my legs out with his hands and sunk a little behind me, mimicking my stance. When he was down lower than I was he positioned his cock at my entrance and thrusted in. He had one hand on my abdomen, keeping me steady against him, and the other wrapped around my throat with my head tilted back to rest on his shoulder.
“This what you wanted?” He pulled out and thrust in again. “My thick cock coated in your sweet juices.”
I was left speechless by his words. I had never expected Greg to be such a dirty talker, but it was what I needed and we both knew it. He saw it when he threw me onto the bed and looked at my already wet pussy. Now he could feel it with each word he said as I contracted around him with arousal.
“Yes,” I managed to choke out. The grip he had on my neck only tightened as his pace quickened.
The buildup was coming faster and I knew from the way that Greg was now cursing in my ears that he was close, as well.
“Fuck!” He slammed fully into me and left himself there. I screamed out at the waiting orgasm that was now seeping out and molding between our thighs. It just made my body crave another, thinking of us being joined together like this, in the most intimate way possible. The way the Greg’s cock was growing once again inside of me, I knew he felt the same way.
He pulled his hand away from my throat and turned my face so that we could see eye to eye. He seemed like he wanted to say something, but he moved in for a kiss instead and devoured my lips. His hips started to rock again and this time I could hear him slipping in and out.
I moaned against his lips and he took the chance to rake his teeth across my bottom lip.
“Again?” His voice was hoarse and I knew he didn’t have to ask, but it made my heart soar that he did.
“Please.” My words came out as a plea again, but I wasn’t begging for him to fuck me like that again. No, I was begging him to not break my heart. Because that’s what this was right now. Now matter how much I thought this could work, the thoughts just kept slipping back in. The one thing I had been wanting for years was finally happening, and I didn’t know how to stop the inevitable. That heartbreak that could come at any second.