Ten
Carter
We stumbled into her apartment and tripped over some boxes on the floor. Natasha whirled around and slammed her front door closed before turning on a few lights. I surveyed her apartment as my arm reached out for her. I pulled her into me, feeling her warmth as I took in the minimalistic pride her apartment had.
“It’s not much, but it’s mine,” Natasha said.
“There’s something to be said about people who only live with what they need,” I said.
“I hope they’re all good things.”
“Being able to live with little means you're not high maintenance. It means you take pride in the things you do rather than the things you own. It means you enjoy traveling so you don’t intend to settle down for anywhere too long and it also means you can roll with the punches.”
“All of that from a bit of furniture and some unpacked boxes?” she asked.
“Maybe I just know you more than you think I do,” I said with a grin.
I looked down into her beautiful eyes as our lips met again. My hands slid to her hips, backing her into the edge of her couch. I dipped her back, tumbling us onto the cushions as the two of us began to laugh.
But soon, my lips on her neck silenced her.
We undressed one another, peeling back layers as I kissed down her body. I drew her nipples between my lips and coaxed her tits to painful peaks. I felt her body undulating into me as the heat of her pussy grew. Her body was so tight and rolled with curves that made my fingertips tremble in her wake. My cock was aching for her. Dripping with precum and ready to slide into the confines of her body.
But I wasn’t done tasting her.
I dipped between her legs, my nose nuzzling against her slit. Her legs fell open for me like the good woman she was. My hands ran up her stomach, massaging her breasts as my tongue licked up her slit.
She jumped for me, and I dove in to give her what I knew she wanted.
Her legs shook as she wrapped them around my head. My tongue found her clit and I pressed deeply into that beautiful place. I licked and I sucked. I lapped up the arousal that poured from between her pussy folds. I could feel her dripping down my chin as her hips rolled into me. Seeking a desperate friction as she chased the pleasure only I could give her.
“Carter. Shit. Yes, please. Please. Carter, please! I’ll do anything, please! Let me cum!”
I bent her knees to her chest as my tongue flicked her clit. I worked at a furious pace, allowing my stubble to rake against her thighs. She trembled and whimpered before she gasped with surprise. I sucked her clit between my lips and bit down lightly with my teeth, and the shockwave sent her over the edge.
Her body jumped underneath mine as her jaw unhinged in silent pleasure.
I kissed up her body as she panted to catch her breath. Her chest was flushed with a beautiful red tone and her brow was covered in a light sheen of sweat. I kissed her lips, grinning as she licked her taste off my skin.
Then she rolled us over and we fell onto the floor of her apartment.
Her legs straddled my hips as my cock pulsed against her entrance. With one steady roll of her hips, I was sheathed within her body. She was so warm and so tight. Her pussy cradled me against its softness as her fluids dripped onto my skin. My hands curled into her hips and slid down the backs of her thighs. Her curves shivered my body as her head rolled back with desire.
“Fuck, Carter,” she said breathlessly. “So thick.”
I grinned as I sat up and grabbed fistfuls of her ass. I picked us up off the floor and settled myself back onto the couch. Her knees dug into the cushions as her hands planted beside my head, and I buried my face into her swinging bosom as I rocked her hips.
Slowly.
Steadily.
As she shook against my thighs.
My cock throbbed within her as my lips kissed her skin. She caressed the shell of my ear with her lips and allowed her tongue to explore my neck. I groaned for her. My feet dug into the hardwood floors as my legs spread wide to accommodate her. She felt like heaven seated in my lap and her curves molded to my muscles with an ease I hadn’t experienced in years.
She was sin in jeans with the lust in her eye, and my hand curled into the tendrils of her hair before I moved us again.
I turned her over and pulled her hips into the air. I slid in from behind, my cock aching with the need for friction. I slammed into her body, her ass jumping for me as she buried her face into the couch.
“Natasha. Holy shit.”
Her ass jiggled for me as she braced herself against the arm of the couch. I steadied myself between her legs, my cock pounding into her tight body. Juices were dripping down my thighs and her pussy was fluttering around my cock. She was so wet for me. Dripping down my balls and soaking the couch beneath our bodies.
“Carter. Yes. Oh, don’t stop. Never stop. Holy hell… so… fuck!”
I reached down and fisted her beautiful hair as her back arched for me. I lifted her head off the cushions, listening as my name fell from her lips. Strings of obscenities that shivered my core fell from those beautifully innocent lips, and I rode her orgasm with her as my balls curled into my body.
Then with one last thrust, I spilled into her.
Coating her with my mark as pumps of cum filled her precious body.
I shook against her as my chest fell to her back. My sweat was dripping onto her skin, but it didn’t seem like she cared. We collapsed to her couch and I turned us over, cradling her between my body and the back of the couch. My arm wrapped around her as she panted into my chest, her entire form shaking as her leg pressed between mine.
Like she couldn’t bear to be disconnected from me.
“I would’ve moved to the bed, but it isn’t on the frame yet.”
“I think the couch suited us just fine,” I said breathlessly.
“I’m sorry for the mess,” Natasha said.
“No reason to be sorry for that. I admire your independence.”
“What?”
“How you’ve paved a way for yourself. Finding your own lot in life and stuff like that. It’s… a good thing.”
“And stuff like that,” she said with a giggle.
“My mind’s a little… fucked right now,” I said.
“A big, bad billionaire reduced to childish syllables. I think I did my job.”
“You have no idea what you did to me,” I said.
My eyes locked with hers and she pressed her lips to mine. It was a sweet little kiss. Not feverish or desperate, nor was it dripping with anything other than softness. I pulled her closer into me as her face dropped to my neck, and her lips began peppering my shoulder with kisses. Electricity zipped through my veins. I was going to miss this. I hadn’t felt this way with anyone since my wife. She made it easy to bring down my walls and she was a hell of a way to wind down from a long day at work.
But I knew she wanted to keep things platonic for the kids, and I was on board for that idea.
The kids came first, no matter how she made me feel.
I laid on the couch with her until she fell asleep. Her breathing was steady against my skin as my hand stroked up and down her spine. I wanted to stay like this with her. To wake up with her face close to mine so I could see the sun reflected within her eyes. I wanted to roll her over in the morning and slide my cock into her and wake her up with the pleasure she deserved.
The pleasure she had earned for being the incredible woman she was.
I stroked my thumb over her cheek as I placed a kiss to her forehead. As much as I wanted to stay, I couldn’t. The two of us would wake up aching on this couch and something told me Natasha didn’t want me going into her room. I slid from her grasp, watching her arms flop to the cushions before I started searching for a blanket.
I grabbed one from her opened box on the floor and fluttered it around her body.
I went over to her kitchen sink and cleaned myself up a bit. I tried my best to be as quiet as I could so I wouldn’t wake her up. I washed my face with the dish soap she had sitting there. I stuck my head under the facet and took a few gulps to try and replenish what I had sweated out as I enjoyed her body. I grabbed a dry towel from a stack on the counter and dried myself off, watching and listening as Natasha’s soft snores filled her corner of the apartment.
I wanted to wake her up and take her home with me. But I knew she needed her sleep.
I picked my clothes off the floor and dressed myself in the reflection of the window. I smoothed my hands over my clothes and stole one last look at the woman I had come to care for. She was curled up on the couch with the blanket bunched up at her chin. Resting peacefully with a little smile on her lips.
I had a feeling I would be falling asleep with a similar expression.
I stole one last kiss on her forehead before I crept out her door. I locked the doorknob to try and give myself some sort of relief. I didn’t like the fact that I couldn’t lock her in. That I couldn’t flip her deadbolt to give her the ultimate safety device, especially since she was sleeping on the couch.
But a locked doorknob would have to do because I didn't have a key to her place.
I walked down to my car and slowly pulled away from her apartment. I thought about turning back. I thought about trying to pick her lock or knock on her door until she woke back up. I should’ve at least moved her to her bed so she could sleep more comfortably, but it was too late now. I was cruising down the road back home.
Back to an empty house devoid of anything other than the whimsical thoughts of a lonely man.
Fuck. I really should’ve woken her up.