I drag my feet down only three units before I get to mine. Resting my forehead against the hard wooden door, I let the air leave my lungs, and my shoulders sag.
It dawns on me that all the furniture I’ve kept here was brought to my house only a few days ago.Shit.Maybe I’ll just stay here until the feeling passes, then head home.
It’s late, and the building is quiet. I stick my key in the lock and slowly open the door. It’s pitch-black inside, so I flip on the small light above the door. The dim glow provides barely enough light for me to make my way to the brighter track light hanging from the ceiling of the kitchen.
The moment the yellow hue illuminates the living space, my eyes catch sight of a dark pile of blankets laying on the carpet in the middle of the living room. A shadow is cast on the far wall, causing me to squint my eyes for a crisper view. A fluffy white pillow is on the far left side and what appears to be long brown hair is fanned out over it.
My chest tightens.
Bailey.
Why is she here?
She misses me.
Bailey must not have heard the door open because her body hasn’t moved or twitched at the sound. I carefully bend down to take off my shoes, going slowly to make sure I don’t disturb her, and leave them by the front door. I take each step in stride as I silently walk across the slick tile of the small kitchen and onto the soft carpet into the living room.
When I start to get closer to her, I notice she’s rolled over onto her side, facing the opposite direction. I recognize the comforter right away—it’s the one from her bed. She has it pulled all the way up to her chin while her head is tucked into her side, curled into almost a fetal-like position.
My entire body burns for her, and I crave the feeling of having her cuddled into me while I hold her close.
I love her so fucking much.
Stopping right next to the makeshift bed she created on my floor, I pull off my shirt. Then I gently undo my belt buckle, taking extra care not to make any noise and remove my pants, letting them pile on the floor at my feet. Leaving only my boxers on, I squat down and gently pull the heavy comforter up on one side. As I slide in behind her, she quietly stirs but doesn’t wake up.
Propping myself up on my side and with my head in my hand, I reach up to lightly push the few loose strands away from her face and neck. The smooth skin of her collarbone is exposed, leaving me no choice but to bring my lips to the flicker of her pulse. I lightly kiss her, feeling the throbbing sensation on my lips.
“Mason?” she says; her voice is low like she’s still half asleep.
“Yes, B. It’s me,” I whisper, running my nose along her neck. Little goosebumps span her skin, showing me that she’s already aroused too.
“I missed you so much,” she mumbles, scooting her back against me. Her ass rubs against my cock, making it stand straight up. Still lying on her side, facing away from me, I take my right hand and slide it over her hips, letting it slip underneath her shorts. Her heated, smooth skin makes it hard for me not to flip her on her back and fuck her right now.
I take it slowly, nudging both her panties and shorts down her legs. She helps me by shimmying her body until she’s able to wiggle them the rest of the way until they’re off.
She wants this too.
Once she has nothing on, I remove my boxers and throw them to the side.
“Lift up your leg for me,” I tell her, then I spit in my hand and rub it along my cock, pumping a few times. Bailey immediately responds by opening her right leg and arching her back. I can’t wait, so I thrust into her without taking time to ease her into it. She whimpers and I feel her insides clench, pulling me in.
“Your pussy feels so good. I don’t ever want to fuck anyone else,” I say in her ear. Her arm swings around the back of my head, pulling me into her lips. Her tongue slides into my mouth, tasting me. I roll my hips into her deeper, letting my tongue do the same in hers.
“It’s only you.” she says, locking eyes with me. I breathe out a sigh of relief, connecting my forehead with hers. I’m still inside her, but I stop to make sure I heard what she said.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“I love you too.”
The moment I hear those four words come out of her cherry lips, I can no longer hold myself back. I quickly pull away, spit on a finger from my free hand, then run it along her wet pussy. Now that my finger is soaked, I return my lips to hers, then I reach my fingers between her cheeks to rub the puckered opening of her ass, slowly slipping it in.
She flinches but doesn’t turn away.
“I need to have all of you now that I know you’re mine.”
“Mm-hmm,” she moans, keeping her eyes closed.
I meet her lips once again. With my tongue exploring inside her warm mouth, my pulsating dick prodding between her legs, and my finger slowly messaging in and out of her ass, I am in heaven.
