The next thing I know we’re stumbling through the front door of my dark apartment, slightly tipsy and too caught up in one another to really give a fuck about where we’re walking.
All I care about is the feel of Calla’s lips on mine while I strip her naked.
“Ow.Shit,” I mutter against her soft jawline when I bang my shin against something, a zap of pain flashing across my bone almost immediately.
Calla pulls back, blindly patting the wall beside me for the light switch. She hits it on the third try, bathing my studio apartment in a light so bright I have to blink away the sudden silver spots taking up my vision.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I bend down to give my shin a rub, “just walked into one of these stupid boxes.”
Unsurprisingly, seeing as how I’m moving in less than three weeks, most of the floor space in my apartment is currently being taken up by large brown boxes packed to the brim with my stuff.
Calla tuts. “Poor baby. Want me to play nurse?”
I choke on a laugh, my cock kicking against my trousersin answer, while I band my arms around Calla’s thighs, throwing her over my broad shoulder into a fireman’s lift.
“We can play if you want to play, sunshine.”
Calla joins in on my laughter, wiggling her arse beneath my palm playfully.
Dodging stacks of boxes in the hallway, my long legs eat up the steps towards my bedroom, dumping Calla on top of my bed before I flick on the light switch.
She lands with a squeal, scrabbling to prop herself up on her forearms to watch my every move. I kick off my shoes and peer down at her, cataloguing the rapid rise and fall of her chest, the soft looking blonde strands of hair mussed up, falling about her face, the pretty pink colour of her lips, puffy from our kisses.
Calla tilts her chin up, blinking slowly. “Come here.”
I shake my head soundlessly.
“No?”
“No,” I repeat. “I want my dessert first.”
It takes a heartbeat for my words to settle in before Calla is widening her legs in invitation.
My knees click loudly, echoing across the walls of the otherwise quiet room, as I bend, coming to kneel on the wooden floor of my bedroom before Calla. I reach for her right foot first, finding the small silver buckle wrapped around her delicate ankle and beginning to unravel the clasp until I can easily slide her heel from her foot.
“Next time—” I press a kiss to her ankle bone, relishing in the audible hitch of Calla’s breathe. I’m not usually a foot man but tonight has me re-thinking my whole life choices. “Next time, you’re to keep these on. I wanna drive into you while you’re wearing nothing, but these come-fuck me heels. Would you like that, Calla?”
Her head bobs quickly, those teeth of hers sinking into herplush bottom lip, reddening the flesh there as she watches my every move.
I remove her left heel before tracking my palm up her slender legs, digging my fingertips into the waistband of her leather trousers.
“Lift your hips for me.”
Calla responds without complaint, tilting her pelvis to the ceiling and allowing me to unbutton her trousers. I slowly pull the material, knickers and all, down… down… down, throwing them somewhere behind me.
Now I have her bare, I reach my hands beneath Calla, digging my fingertips into the soft peach-like flesh of her arse, dragging her down the bed and closer to my mouth.
“Let me see her.”
With another hitch of her breath, Calla widens her legs again, presenting her pretty pink pussy to me without the thin barrier of her lace underwear.
“Pretty girl,” I coo, running the pad of my thumb through her slick folds before applying pressure to her cute pink clit, which is peeking out from her hood as if seeking my touch. “This all for me?”
She’s wet, sodden almost, coating my thumb with her sticky desire. I want to feel her slick on my nose, my lips, dripping down my chin, to taste Calla the way I haven’t gotten to the last two times we’ve slept together.
“My knickers have been a mess all night,” Calla admits, her voice huskier than before, tinged with arousal. “Ever since you stepped into the bar.”
