Chapter 8

Alexander

“I can’t believe you let me eat that sorbet,” Casey said. “I’m stuffed!”

I squeezed her hand in mine as I parked down the street from her apartment. “But wasn’t it just as delicious as I said it would be?”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The tone of Casey’s voice made me smile. There was just something about it that made me certain she was feeling as comfortable with me as I felt with her. This night was going even more smoothly than I’d anticipated—once I remembered that Casey was carrying my child.

Walking into the building, the moonlight hit Casey’s face in a way that made her absolutely glow. She was beautiful. “Listen,” I said. “I know it’s only the first date, so we can say good night here, if you’d like.”

“Don’t be silly,” Casey said. “Come in!”

I grinned. “I hoped you would say that!” I followed Casey up the stairs and stood patiently as she fidgeted with the keys. Upon first glance, her apartment was much smaller than I had expected. Not that I’d imagined it before, but I just assumed that the apartments in this building were as big on the inside as they appeared from the outside.

“I know it’s small,” Casey said in an apologetic tone. “I’m sorry.”

I put my palm gently on Casey’s cheek. “Stop apologizing for who you are! It’s a gorgeous apartment for a gorgeous girl.” I wasn’t lying when I told her the apartment was gorgeous. It had admittedly been a while since I’d been to a woman’s home, but they were always such a step up from my house and my buddies’ apartments. Sure, my living room was as big as her apartment. But my walls were bare, my furniture was mismatched, and my décor was nonexistent.

Casey had everything meticulously in place. Even though the apartment was a studio, she had arranged it in such a way that the bedroom area and living area had a clear division. The walls were covered—but not too covered—in different watercolor paintings, and an intricately-carved shelving unit lined the walls. A woman’s touch made everything better.

“Got that at a flea market,” Casey said, noticing me admiring one of the paintings. “Right when I saw it, I knew it would fit in perfectly with my apartment. The artist was only sixteen years old when she painted it.”

“Wow,” I said. “It’s lovely.”

“Do you want a cup of coffee or something?”

“No thanks,” I said. “If I drink coffee past dinnertime, I’ll be up all night.”

“That can be arranged either way,” Casey said, pulling me in for a deep, delicate kiss. She walked over to the bed and signaled me to follow. “Let me give you the grand tour. This is the bed. It’s where I sleep and…do other things.”

“Oh yeah?” I said.

“That’s right.”

Before I knew what was happening, Casey pulled me on top of her. I moved into her, and we kissed and kissed until my lips were numb. Through my slacks, Casey gave me a strong squeeze where I was already hard. Then, she gently pushed me off of her and directed me to stand up. After stripping her clothes from her body in silence, she pulled down my pants and boxers. She ran her finger around my swollen cock and pressed her lips against it. I felt myself stiffen as she slid her tongue around and bit ever so slightly on the tip.

The sensation drove me wild. I thrust forward, into her mouth, and before I knew it, my cock was all the way into the back of her throat. I pulled back out and she grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me back into her mouth, taking me so far in I was amazed she wasn’t gagging.

Her mouth moved up and down my shaft as her nails dug into my butt, causing an irresistible mix of pleasure and pain.

I thrust into her mouth, over and over, my hands gripping her hair. She ran her tongue along my shaft with such skill it drove me wild.

Then my vision blurred and a surge of pleasure pulsed through me, sending me over the edge. My cock poured cum into her mouth and she swallowed every drop. Then she licked my shaft and my head, looking up at me with a wickedly naughty grin as she did so.

Casey kissed her way up my body and caught my mouth with hers as I teased her stiffened nipples. The taste of my cum on her lips made my cock hard again.

“I have something you might like,” she whispered. “I’ll be right back.” She gave me a squeeze as she walked across the apartment and dug through a drawer. As if out of one of my greatest fantasies, she strolled back with a pair of pink faux-fur handcuffs.

“Wow,” I said. It was all I could muster.

Casey squeezed my cock, coaxing it back to full erection, and said, “Thought we might have a little fun, if you’re up for it.”

“Hmm…”

“Lucky for you, I have an old-fashioned headboard.”

That was all it took. My tongue found hers as we kissed our way over to the bed. I was glad, in the heat of the moment, that Casey was pregnant. That meant we didn’t have to put a pause on the heat to figure out protection.

Straddling Casey, I placed the cuffs on each hand. My lips tugged gently on her nipple as I ran my hands down her silky skin. She let out soft, slow moans and pulled my lips into hers.

I lifted her hips into my stiff body and drove into her, caressing her rounded breasts. Pulsating rhythmically, my tongue moved between her intoxicating lips and her neck. I focused on making her feel as good as she made me feel.

Between moans, sounds of Casey’s breathless gasps filled my ears. Our bodies moved in sync as I pushed harder and harder toward the very core of her body. I lifted her body back and forth and squeezed her plump behind, until I finally exploded again, cumming so hard inside her it made her scream.

Now it was her turn. Her entire body stiffened and flexed as her orgasm overpowered her. She bucked, driving herself even further onto my cock as surge after surge of pleasure washed through her body.

Then she went limp, letting out a laugh of relief and pleasure as her body recovered from the ecstasy.

Naked and gasping for air, I removed the handcuffs as we fell into one another. We lay in silence, save for our labored breathing. I looked Casey up and down, taking note of every curve and crevice on her gorgeous body. She ran her finger up and down my arm, kissing my chest every so often.

“What are you thinking about at this very moment?” she asked.

“You,” I said.

She shot me a smile. “What about me?”

“You’re perfect,” I said. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

“You’re not so bad yourself.” Casey cupped my face in her hand and gave me a slight kiss on the lips. “And I’ve had a great time with you tonight.”

“Is that my cue to leave?” I asked.

“No,” Casey said. “Why don’t you stay the night?”

While there was maybe a small part of me that hoped that this sleepover meant another round of lovemaking, what Casey had in store was just as wonderful. We spent hours—naked— talking about our favorite movies, and our tastes in books, and our respective interests. It felt like we had known each other for years, and Casey listened with a rare intensity that so greatly intrigued me.

By the time we were halfway through Grease, which she insisted we watch as soon as I revealed I’d never seen it, Casey was fast asleep. I sat there, wide awake, deeply aware that I was falling for this girl.