I have to say, I was all ready to go at the bar and even in the car, but now that we were standing in front of our apartments, my nerves were shot.
If someone walked by us, they might think we were lovestruck teenagers by the way we were acting. Holding hands in the hallway, standing between our doors and leaning up against the wall, just talking and trying to prolong the inevitable.
“You know, you can invite me in.” I pushed Greg’s hands closer to him, trying to nudge him closer to his door. It shouldn’t matter what apartment we went in to, but there was something about the thought of being in Greg’s apartment with him that sent me into a frenzy. I wanted to see him in his element, not somewhere that was filled with past memories. I wanted to create new ones tonight.
“If you come in there, you know what’s going to happen.” Greg’s voice was laced with darkness and it was the first time that I realized that I didn’t know this side of him. He was filled with lust and dominance that I never expected and it wasn’t something I thought I wanted. But looking into his eyes and seeing that lust forme. How could a woman not want that?
“Do I?” I tried to play dumb as I played with his hands, mimicking the circles he did on my wrists in the car.
“Don’t play games.” He took a step towards me and I sucked in a breath. He wanted a new answer, one that gave him the permission that he needed to do what we both wanted him to do.
“I know.” The words came from me in a whisper, but he wanted more.
“Tell me.”
“I know what’s going to happen.” I bit my lip as I watched his eyes roam my body that was his for the taking. I was tossed over his shoulder in a matter of seconds and was being carried towards my door, as he effortlessly made his way into my apartment, not his.
“Wait…” I started to question him, but Greg nudged the door closed behind us and locked it. “What about your place?”
“Not important.” He made his way to the master bedroom.
“It’s important to me.” I pouted as he crushed away the fantasy that I was already starting to play out in my head. Greg tossed me on the bed, standing there and watching me bounce into the middle of it, laid out and ready for him. My dress had ridden up, and by the breeze I was feeling, I knew he could tell I didn’t have any panties on.
“You went out like that?” He nodded his head towards my slightly open legs as he undid his dress shirt and started slipping out of his shoes. He was trying to distract me from what I asked about his apartment. I allowed it and took in a deep breath before tossing my purse over to the bedside chair. I was ready to take my dress off, but Greg stopped what he was doing the moment I went for my zipper.
“What’s wrong?”
“You watch me and then I’ll undress you.” I swear it was his command that made me leak onto my comforter, not the fact that, once he had said it, he reached for his pants to show me that he had also gone commando. His cock was staring straight at me while he finished his work on his shirt and then peeled off his socks in a way that he never lost visual of me.
Once he was completely naked, I finally got the full look at Greg that I had always dreamed of. The dimples in his waist were just waiting for me to lick and the way I could see the veins in his cock made my mouth water. He was thicker than I expected, like I didn’t know if my hand was going to be able to fully fit around him and just the thought had me squirming in bed.
“Turn around for me.” I made my way to the end of the king-size bed on my knees and turned around. I pulled my hair to the side to give him full access to the zipper, which he pulled down agonizingly slowly. With each inch it went down, he left a kiss, and when he hit the end of it and pulled away, it wasn’t because of the fact that he was about to get me naked, but because he could see the tattoo on my left hip.
I had tried to hide it for a long time, but tonight that wasn’t an option. He peeled the dress over my arms and down until it pooled at my knees. I peeked over my shoulder as he went down to his knees and his hands splayed across my hip.
I had gotten the tattoo four years ago after a conversation we’d had. Greg had called me his Phoenix, said that when I walked into his life, it was like his past had burned behind him and he had been reborn. He didn’t know back then how much his words had meant to me, and I had gotten lucky with our being so busy at work and my not really liking going to the pool or anything that had to do with water, so I could hide the tattoo. It was easily covered with any clothing I wore and since our wedding night was filled with dark Vegas room shenanigans, he hadn’t seen it then either.
I looked down to where Greg placed a hand at the top of the Phoenix.The tattoo started on my left rib cage and moved over my hip. Greg’s hands dragged down and traced it all the way down to where a few of the feather splayed across the top of my thigh. Most of the phoenix was done in black and white, except for the tail and feathers, which were blended colors of green and blue, our favorites.
He leaned in and kissed each feather as he pressed me forward to lie on the bed so he could finish peeling away my dress. I pulled myself on top of the bed and got comfortable against the pillows. Greg stood at the foot of the bed and just stared. His eyes never landed on mine as I watched him crawl into bed, eyes wandering everywhere from my legs to my breasts, and to my neck.
“I don’t know where to start,” he mumbled to himself.
“Start here.” I moved my hand to my thigh and placed a finger on the inside. Greg’s eyes finally met mine and the intake of my breath was loud enough for our neighbors to hear, if we had any.
He followed my words, placing his lips where my finger had pointed. He took my hand in his and placed it off to the side, then he took both my thighs into his hands. His lips became ravenous as he sucked on my thigh, leaving little red marks in his wake and he moved up and down and over to the other side. The thought of him leaving marks on me made me grow wet and I knew for a fact he could tell, because the second I felt it leave my body, his lips were on me. Sucking, kissing, licking up anything I was willing to give him.
“You taste so fucking good.” I rocked into his face and placed my hands on his head, forcing his mouth to stay where it was. The grip he had on my thighs became rough as he tried to pull me closer. We were both trying to make the space between us disappear, but our bodies touching didn’t seem to be close enough.
“Come here.” The words barely broke from my mouth while I tugged on his shoulders to pull him up. I didn’t have to tug hard because he used the grips on my thighs to pull me towards him. My thighs were flush against his as he kneeled between my legs which were now locked around his waist.
He grabbed for his cock and placed it between us. I propped myself on my elbows and watched his hand pump up and down. When I saw the precum leak, I couldn’t hold back. I grabbed for his cock, moving his hand out of the way. I was right in my assumption. I couldn’t get my hand fully around him, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. I copied his pumps, coming to a slow stop at the base and then coming back to the top and tracing my thumb over his crown.
I rubbed his cock through my wet folds and the groan that came from him had me knowing I was doing just the right thing. He tried to use my thighs as leverage to thrust inside, but I caught his movement and pulled away, holding his cock still in my hand.
“Don’t play.” Greg’s voice was hoarse. I looked up into his eyes and licked my lips. He was on edge just as much as I was, but I loved this game too much. We were both desperate, but I knew neither of us wanted this to be over too soon.
“Who’s playing?” I winked at him and took his cock, inserting just the tip into me. I watched as his mouth turned into an ‘O’ and his head tilted back.
