Tiffany…

We didn’t make it into his apartment, which was the closest of the three locations we could have gone. He fetched me up hard against the wall outside its door in the hallway. Our mouths crashed together in a fit of passion that scaled higher and higher until I found my legs wrapped around his hips and the hard length of his cock pressing, scalding, against his jeans. Two layers of denim, a scrap of lace and depending on if he were wearing a pair of boxers or not, a thin layer of cotton was all that separated us from our heart’s desire and it was way too much clothing.

He fumbled with his keys blindly, trying to get them into the lock and I loved how his hips thrust against me. How he dry-humped me like a horny teenager as he worked desperately to get us inside. I didn’t care. I’d let him do me right here, in the hall, against the cracked and paint-chipped wall.

He shoved the door open with a triumphant grunt into my mouth that was swallowed by the laugh that came from mine. I held onto him, clung to him with arms and legs and he strode into the place, kicking the door shut behind us.

The mattress was where he’d left it, in front of the cold hearth, and I wistfully wished for a fire, but at the same time I didn’t want to stop what we were doing for him to build one so I said nothing.

“Mm, down,” he ordered. “Down, down, down, down, down!” he said rapid-fire against my mouth when I didn’t immediately comply. I got down and he shrugged out of his coat and gave me a look like I wasn’t getting naked fast enough. I laughed and stripped down twice as fast as he did. Of course, I had years of practice getting my clothes off – him not so much.

My panties were kicked off to the side in a soggy heap and he reached for me as soon as he was naked, too. I gladly went into his arms and we kissed for far too short of a time before he turned me around and shoved me onto my knees on the rumpled bed. I crawled up a ways to give him some mattress to kneel on and spare his knees from the hardwood and he gave my ass a playful slap in thanks.

It was that kind of a mood and the light sting made me bow lower to the covers, my ass up, hips pushed back offering the opening to my cunt to him and he didn’t waste any time. He pressed the pad of his thumb and lightly teased my asshole which both surprised me and felt right in the moment. He didn’t try to breach it, which I appreciated; he was just going for some down and dirty sex, and I was so looking forward to that.

I gave a low moan when he slicked the head of his cock up and down my slit from opening to clit and back. He teased me, thrusting between my legs, his dick hard and hot, running the slick head of it against my clit, teasing these high gasping little moans from me.

“Please,” I begged, voice breathy and he slapped me on the ass again. A deep, wanting ache had taken up residence in my pussy and I just wanted him inside me so damn bad. I thrust my hips back lightly and tried to capture him as he played his body against mine and I heard him give a dark chuckle.

He stopped playing when I gave a whining little groan and shoved into me hard and fast, going balls-deep, but my body had been ready for him since the club and all he did was fit me like a lock and key.

He ground against me, pulling back on my hips and doing that thing he did that drove me nuts. Just something about him being all the way inside me and him pulling me down on him harder, grinding up and down touched off a chain reaction inside me that had me on the verge of orgasm in no time and fuck he was an expert at keeping me there, drawing out my pleasure for what felt like forever until I slid into an altered state of mind, a place where everything felt warm and the world took on this hazy quality that blurred around the edges.

“Touch your clit, make yourself come on that dick,” he ordered roughly, and I was happy to comply.

I face planted into his bed so I could reach between my thighs and tease that delicate and sensitive bundle of nerve.

“Aw, God that’s it, yeah!” he sucked in a breath between his teeth as I tightened up my pussy around him and that warm, golden glow, began to suffuse me from the inside out.

I rocked back to meet his every forward thrust, voice forced from me in an even cadence to match our rocking. I panted, gasping faster and faster, the fuller the feeling got as if I were a cup holding a steady stream of pleasure. I was on the brink, the pleasure barely held from spilling over by surface tension alone. I held my breath and with a cry, spilled out of my skin, up my throat in an ecstasy filled cry that rushed across the hardwood floor and flooded the apartment with pure, unbridled joy.

I found myself back in my body, gasping, satisfied, and floating on a sea of warm afterglow, lying on my stomach with Nik stretched out beside me. He lay on his side, head propped on his hand and fingertips lightly tracing patterns on my back. I blinked and focused on him and he smiled and said, “Never fucked a woman into losing it so completely before.”

“Never been fucked so well,” I said and smiled, stretching like a cat and moving over so I could cuddle him and be cuddled by him in return.

He rolled onto his back and pulled me against his chest. I sighed, a content and happy sound and he sighed too.

“I have no idea what I’m going to do now,” I said.

“Part of the adventure isn’t it?”

“I suppose so,” I said softly.

“One day at a time, I reckon.”

“That sounds good, although I like to have a plan.”

“You plan to graduate, yeah?”

“Yeah, I have to do my practicum, that’s coming up next quarter.”

We talked about what that meant and how I needed to go about completing everything. We were quiet for a time and then he ventured with, “You know I only pay peanuts for this place a month, you probably pay more for your flat. I reckon to save money it might make sense to move in together, yeah?”

I liked the sound of that. I know Silas was gone, I’d seen to that, but my apartment wasn’t in the safest part of town and I didn’t exactly have a job now. It would also let me divert yet more money into other things.

“You mean that?” I asked softly.

“Of course I do.”

“You honestly think you could live with me and my crazy cat?”

“Who, Max? She’s not so bad.”

I smiled, “I love that you love my cat.”

“I love you,” he said.

I cuddled closer to him and closed my eyes.

“I love you, too.”