After closing time at the club I persuade Sofia to come back to mine. Now that I’ve got her I don’t want her to leave just yet. Armed with a stolen bottle of champagne and my award winning charm, I let her into my safe space. My skin tingles as she walks in the door and part of me wants to go back to the club instead but I push aside the urge to make her leave.

“Your place isn’t what I was expecting,” she observes as she wanders around my living room.

“What were you expecting?”

She pours herself a glass of champagne, “Something more flashy? Maybe a poster of yourself?”

“That’s in my bedroom,” I say winking at her.

I look around and I realize what she’s saying. It’s bare; there are no photos or little nick knacks dotted around the place. There’s certainly nothing from my childhood here, tainting my apartment with memories I’d rather not have. Tonight I don’t want to dwell on that, I just want to feel alive and Sofia makes that happen.

“You seem happier tonight, more...open,” I say, watching her carefully. I don’t want that iron curtain of morality to drop back down and shut me out.

“I figure that there’s no point resisting,” she turns my armchair more to face the centre of the room, “You’re too used to getting your own way Sin and eventually you’d have worn me down anyway. The champagne helps.”

She gives me a coy grin and motions for me to sit, which I do with a questioning look on my face. What is she up to? She finds my music system and connects wirelessly with her phone. Her music starts thrumming through the speakers and she does this little shimmy as her feet start moving to the beat. She shakes her hips like Shakira and I’m not even ashamed to say I am practically dribbling. Sofia’s hands drift to her hips and slowly they roam up her body, cupping her breasts, moving over her rib cage as she dances. She’s fluid, like the soft swell of the ocean as her body rises and rolls to the music. Her fingers trail along the top of her shoulders before Sofia's pushing the straps down. The dress is inched down over her toned body until it finally falls at her feet. Quickly kicking it away she turns, crossing her legs to bend down to touch her heels. Looking back at me she gives a wiggle and God I want to take a bite out of that ass so bad. Instead I just watch understanding the appeal of what I do now. Watching her move to the music is hypnotic, I’m entranced, enraptured even. It’s like she’s cast a spell on me and the movement of her body with the music is like a double tap―that’s it, I’m out. Game over Sinclair.

I reach out and give her taunting behind a quick slap making her shake it even more as she laughs. Before I can swat her again she turns back to face me, her fingers hooked in the sides of her thong. With every pop of her hips, she slides them down lower over her pussy until I can see everything. Again she tosses them aside and I can’t take my eyes off her, this woman is gorgeous. The track changes to something slower, and she drops herself down, opening her legs when she’s squatting before shifting onto her knees and crawling towards me. Her hands skate up over my jeans and she's undone the button and gotten me out of them before I can even register that I recognise the song as one we dance to at the club. I pull my t-shirt off, helping her, so that we’re both finally naked.

Her hands rub my thighs and we both watch as my dick bobs in response to her touch. A drop of glistening precum has formed on the head thanks to her teasing and taunting. She smiles again as she wraps her hand around the shaft and leisurely moves up and down. More teasing. Sofia will be the death of me if she carries on. As my lips meet hers I reach out and pinch her nipple, the swollen rose colored tip hardens under my fingers. She moans softly and I want to hear her make that noise. Every. Fucking. Day. She pulls away and gets to her feet, only for a second before she straddles me. I can feel the heat coming from her body as she takes my cock and positions it near her opening. She rubs the tip against her juices, coating me ready for her and spreading the slickness. Lowering herself slowly onto my dick I can feel her body clenching as it adjusts to mine and fuck, she feels tight. Her arms come around my neck and she pauses for a moment, her forehead against mine and I want to savor this. There’s something about being connected like this that’s raw and unlike anything I’ve ever know. I wait for Sofia, and when she begins to roll her hips, moving up and down on me I know there’s no going back. I take a breast in each hand, cupping and kneading as her head tilts back. She moves with abandon now, faster and faster as she chases her orgasm. I capture one of her nipples with my teeth, the pain combining with the pleasure, making her shudder while my thumbs flick her other pebble-hard bud. It doesn’t take long before she’s bringing herself in tighter, thighs squeezing me, pulling me deeper onto her breast before a feral noise is ripped from her throat. My own climax is on the brink at that point and when she starts to come it pushes me over the edge. Thrusting from beneath her, I finish us both off. I can feel her pussy milking me for everything I have as she rocks gently on my cock until we are both breathing heavy, clutching at each other. Is this what it feels like to be consumed by another person?

“So when are you going to introduce me to your friends?” Sofia asks as the steam pours from the bathroom swirling around her naked figure. She hasn’t really left since that night when I first brought her over here. It’s been a whirlwind and we’ve fallen into a routine of sorts. Just when I start to feel crowded she goes to work, visits her family or back to her apartment but every free moment she comes back and we fuck like rabbits.

“Uhh...soon?” I offer weakly as she snorts, disappearing for her shower.

“Well what about meeting my parents?” she calls out.

I practically cough up my coffee, moving towards the bathroom doorway I watch her through the frosted glass.

“Hey Sin, can you hear me?” she pauses for a second and then starts soaping herself down, humming a song I don’t recognize.

I say nothing and let her think I’m back in the kitchen. Her silhouette is hazy, but I would recognize every curve and line of her body even if I was blind. She is under my skin in a way I didn’t think possible and for a moment I feel a tightening in my stomach. I’m Sinclair Beaumont, I don’t get attached. I don’t have chicks showering in my apartment. I can feel something in the back of my head beginning to panic. She wants to meet my friends? Heck, she wants me to meet her parents...but we aren’t, I mean this isn’t... a relationship. This is just two consensual adults fucking. A lot. I lean against the door frame, lost in my thoughts. As she steps out of the shower and begins to dry herself off, something catches my eye.

“What’s that?”

“What?” she asks innocently, putting her hair up in the towel.

“That fucking thing!” I say pointing at the purple monstrosity on the shelf.

“My...toothbrush?” she replies slowly, clearly unsure of where I’m going with this. After a second of me looking at her with narrowed eyes she folds her arms and glares back at me. “Is there a problem Sin?”

“Yes! Who said you could put it there?”

She frowns at me for a moment before something like understanding crosses her face.

“Ohhh I get it. You’re okay with me staying every night, having sex, sharing showers, making dinner together but leaving my toothbrush here is a hell no?”

“You aren’t moving in woman, why does it need to be here?”

“Because I’m here and I need to brush my teeth before work you dumbass. God you are a real jerk!” She hisses.

Grabbing the offending toothbrush she storms out of the bathroom. Gathering up her clothes from yesterday she throws them into a bag, huffing and muttering in Spanish. Tugging out a small drawer at the bottom of my wardrobe she also pulls out a handful of underwear. When the fuck did they get there?

“I have been here everyday for the last month Sinclair. Every single day. Joder! And you’re getting pissy because I need to brush my teeth or heaven forbid have clean knickers! Look at you, is this making you uncomfortable? Am I getting too close?” she asks getting in my face.

After a moment or two of silence Sofia barges past me, scoops up her coat and her car keys and she’s gone before I can even understand what just happened. All I did was point out that she doesn’t need to leave her stuff at mine. It’s better if she brings it with her. Boundaries. This is my space.