It felt good to let go and just trust my gut.
I was almost shy as I led the way into my apartment. Most of the guys I hooked up with were business types from La Playa. I had never so much as chatted with a biker. His world had to be so different from mine.
He looked at my decor with interest. I mostly had maps. World maps, city maps. A schematic of the greater LA area. A California road map. I liked to think about how big the world was. But wall art didn’t hold his attention for long.
I stood in the middle of the room and looked up at him. He was three feet away, but somehow I felt his eyes assessing me. For once, I was at a loss for what to say. I usually had a quippy comment or a joke, but when faced with Pin, I drew a complete blank.
I didn’t need to speak though. He closed the distance between us in one stride, and we were kissing with a fervor. I pressed myself against his firm chest and tipped my neck back to give him easy access to my lips, but the contact wasn’t enough. I wanted more.
As if he read my thoughts, Pin placed one hand under my bottom and pulled me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. The skirt of my dress slid up my thighs in a satisfying rush of silk. I grinned when I realized that his kisses were even better when our faces were at the same level.
He moved his lips away from my mouth and to my neck. I gasped in excitement as he expertly tickled the skin just below my ear. I wasn’t shy anymore. I wanted one thing: him.
His palms burned an imprint on my back, and yet I craved more. I wanted to feel his hands all over me. I captured his lips again and tried to pour all my yearning into my kiss. He let out a small groan of desire that thrilled me to my core, and then took a step forward.
He was stronger than I had realized. He wasn’t overly muscled, but he had a wiry form, as if he was all leather and iron instead of skin and bone.
“Bed?” he muttered. “Where is it?”
I pulled away, catching my breath.
“Through that door,” I said with a nod in the right direction.
In three long strides, he was kicking open my door, stepping into the darkness of my bedroom.
“Careful,” I giggled. “Don’t drop me.”
“I would never.” His words were mumbled, deep and sensual, into the hollow of my collarbone.
I squirmed with pleasure at just the sound of his voice. I had it bad for him, that was certain. I released his hips from my legs and hopped out of his arms.
He made a little humph of displeasure, but I wanted the lights on for this. I flicked the lamp beside my bed on and turned to look at him, illuminated in the soft glow. My breath hitched as I took in his hooded eyes, dazed with masculine desire. All for me.
I locked my eyes with his and didn’t blink as I slipped the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it tumble to the floor in a burgundy heap. I kicked off my shoes and stepped toward him, clad in only my black bra and underwear.
His eyes roved over my body, savoring every single inch as I closed the distance. I shivered with anticipation as he grinned when I started unbuttoning his shirt. He reached down to the buckle of his pants, but I swatted his hands away. I wanted to undress him myself.
I thought he might be confused, but his smile only widened. His chest was the same tanned brown as his face, but it had a soft thatch of dark hair. I skimmed my fingers down over his hard stomach and slipped them beneath the waistband of his jeans.
Then his hands were on me. One gripped my bare back, and the other placed on my ribcage, just below the hem of my bra. I kissed him again while I undid his belt buckle.
He let out something like a growl as his pants fell to the floor and then pushed me back towards the bed. I smiled. He wanted to take control. I could work with that. Something told me that he was going to be very good at this.
We tumbled onto the bed, and he rolled onto his back. In an instant, I was straddling him. His hands fell to my hips as if they belonged there.
I sat still and just looked down at him, taking him in. His skin seemed to glow with need, and his hair had long since fallen out of the neat side-part. He lifted his hips and shifted me, my mouth opening in delight as I felt the evidence of his want. He was so hard for me.
I leaned down and kissed him again. As I did, he started to pull my underwear down. I was about to ask him exactly how he planned to get them off of me while I was atop him, but before I could speak, he flipped me over onto my back, now on to. Without even thinking, I raised my hips so he could dispose of the underwear.
His lips skimmed over my skin. My neck, my shoulder, the hollow of my clavicle. He nudged at my bra and I suddenly grew desperate with impatience. I pushed him up just slightly and unclasped my bra, casting it to the side as quickly as I could.
I gripped his torso to pull him back onto me, arching my back with a sigh as his mouth found my right nipple. He licked and sucked with eagerness, even as his fingers expertly fondled my other breast.
I slid my hands down his back, enjoying the feel of his firm muscles, until I reached his boxer shorts. I yanked at the elastic and pushed my hand underneath the waistband. I wanted to feel how hard he was.
He let out a groan against my breast as I slid my hand up and down his solid length. He wanted me badly, and my pussy throbbed with longing, already sopping wet for him. I pushed my hips up against his, encouraging him to take me then and there. Instead, he moved down, skimming his lips over my stomach until he reached my satin folds.
His tongue flicked my clit, and even as I whimpered in pleasure, I didn’t want him to feel obligated.
