Chapter 7

Zach

The way she’d met my advances move-for-move had taken me by surprise, but I wasn’t complaining.

Oh, no. When we slipped into the elevator up to my penthouse apartment, my cock grew hard in my pants. Fuck, I wanted her. I needed her. The day had gone perfectly, and now I had her back at my apartment, the two of us tipsy on wine and desire that had grown since I’d spotted her in the office that morning.

“I’ve wanted you,” I brushed my lips along her neck and breathed the words into her ear, making sure she heard each one, “since you first walked into my house yesterday morning.”

“Ah,” she moaned, sliding her hands around to pull my head close against her. I loved the way she touched me, with a mix of confidence and desperate, hungry desire. It was more intoxicating than the wine. I unlocked the front door and pushed it open, and we tumbled into the penthouse.

I caught her in my arms and twirled her around to lift her onto the counter between the kitchen and living room. I wanted her so fucking bad and she seemed to feel the same way. I kissed her hard, the romantic mood shifting into pure naked desire for her undeniably feminine body.

I dropped to my knees, grasping her legs and pushing them apart. She let out a cry, lifting herself slightly from the counter and looking down at me with a flash of excitement in her eyes. She ran her fingers through my hair as I pushed her skirt back and leaned in to kiss her through her panties. She smelled good, sweet and inviting, and she shivered as my lips found her pussy for the first time. Just you wait, baby.

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pulled them down slowly, enjoying the view of her squirming back and forth, grazing her teeth across her lip and moaning as she watched me inch her underwear down over her thighs, her shoes and onto the floor. She crossed her legs, playing shy at first, but I quickly pushed them apart and paused to take in her mouthwatering pussy, a neat triangle of pubic hair pointing down, already glistening with her juices. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and dove in.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried out, her hands grabbing on my hair. I flattened my tongue against her clit, coaxing more out of her and getting it. She let out a long moan, and I began to lick her slowly up and down. Fuck, she tasted good. I buried my face in between her legs, hungry for more. I grasped her ass, pulling her in close against my face, enjoying the way her thighs tightened around my head to let me know she enjoyed it.

My hands roamed upward, and she caught them, slipping them beneath her shirt and onto her breasts. I massaged her, pinching her nipples between my fingers and rolling them lightly back and forth until they were hard and sensitive. I let my tongue trace downward and slipped the tip inside of her ever so slightly, drawing a long, shuddering moan from between her lips. I loved how expressive she was, loved how she wasn’t afraid to take control when she wanted to. My cock throbbed between my legs, and I reached down, unzipped my pants, and took it in my hand to find a little relief. I was rock-hard already, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted her begging before I fucked her.

I stood up, picked her up again and set her down on the edge of my couch. To my surprise, she spun around and bent over so her ass pointed in my direction, arching her back to give me the most delicious view of her backside and her pussy. She glanced at me over her shoulder and offered me a playful grin. I didn’t need telling twice. I watched as she wriggled her ass back and forth in front of me while I stripped my clothes off, wanting her more than I ever imagined.

Fuck, she was hot. And, she knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. I’d expected her to be a little harder to get, the kind of woman who’d be a little more shy about her true desires.

I pulled a condom from the pocket of my pants, tore it open and rolled it down my length. She let out something between a squeal and a sigh when I eased into her, her body sinking into the couch and relaxing as though this was all she’d been able to think about all day long.

I pushed all the way inside her, stroking across her upturned ass and her bare back, taking her in, enjoying the feel of her beneath my fingers. How could one woman be so powerfully sexy? I had been with a bunch of women over the years, had sex in ways that would make most people’s heads spin, but this was something entirely and profoundly different. This was hot in ways I’d never experienced before, the build-up, the circumstances, the knowledge there were probably rules against this in the company handbook.

Who would’ve thought it would build and peak with her velvet cunt swallowing my cock whole?

I slapped her ass and she cried out my name, begging me for more. I slapped it again, two more times, moving harder into her pussy, and then reached around to find her clit. I needed to feel that hard little nub grow with excitement, so I slid it between two fingers and rubbed gently. The sounds coming from her were so damn sexy. I wanted to come, but I held back. I needed this night to last forever.

Her clit engorged more and more with each thrust. Fucking her was so primal and animalistic, I hooked my other hand into her hair to pull her head back so I could kiss her. She moaned against my lips, and I held her tight and steady, slowing my thrusts so I could savor the look on her face. Her eyes had practically rolled back into her head, her face etched with pure pleasure, and I wondered briefly if it had been as long for her as it had for me.

I held her like that for a few more minutes, but this wasn’t everything I wanted. I needed to see her face, to watch her expression contort and her mouth open to gasp in air as she edged closer and closer to climax. I pulled out of her, drawing a half-formed protest from between her lips, and turned her around. Kissing her once more, I grabbed her ass, hitching her up so her legs were wrapped around me, and carried her in the direction of the bedroom.

Laying her down carefully on the bed, I pulled off the rest of our clothes so we were blissfully naked. And then, grabbing one leg and draping it over my shoulder for maximum penetration, I entered her.

“Oh my God.” she moaned, reaching up to wrap her arms around me, grazing her nails along my shoulders and down my spine. Fuck, she felt good like this, hot and tight. I slowed down, enjoying it, brushing her hair away from her face so I could watch her. The voyeuristic streak in me loved the way she reacted to every thrust, the way her lips parted as though to let out a cry she couldn’t quite put into words yet. She lifted her hips and hooked her ankles together behind my back, pulling me in deeper until her pussy tightened around my cock. She was close, and I wanted nothing more than to see her come.

Over and over again.

I moved long and slow and deep into her, keeping the pace steady, and watched as her jaw tightened and her eyelids fluttered and finally, she let out a growl and tipped over the edge toward orgasm. Her mouth formed an almost perfect O. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she dug her nails hard into my back. Then, she found her voice, and the cries trickling out of her mouth seemed to echo around the room and envelop us both as the orgasm shuddered through her body, her pussy clenching around my cock. I’d have the time to revel in my triumph, but seeing her like this set me on fire. My cock twitched inside her, and I pushed inside her to the hilt as I came, reverberations of pleasure racing across my body, every muscle tensing and then releasing as though it was what I had been waiting for all day.

I enjoyed the flutter of her aftershocks before slowly withdrawing, and she reached over to kiss me, covering my face with soft pecks that seemed grateful as much as they were romantic.

“Oh, fuck. That was amazing,” she breathed against my face, and I grinned. I realized the night was finally catching up on me. Drawing her into my arms, I closed my eyes, and before I knew it, sleep had caught up with both of us.

The next morning, I knew something was wrong before I opened my eyes.

Jessibelle was gone.

I looked around the room, glancing by the front door and noticed her shoes were gone. I tried to make sense of the feelings hurtling through me, anger, disappointment, surprise. Why hadn’t she stayed, and where had she gone? Despite the hangover threatening, I sat up and brushed the sleep from my eyes. The memories of last night were all too fresh in my brain, taunting me, teasing me, and I headed to the bathroom to shower and try to wash what was left of her memory.