She crosses her arms. “I told you my side of the story, but you haven’t mentioned having anyone.”
“Can I come over?” I ask.
She turns to me. “You want to come over?”
I shrug. “To talk.”
She nods. “Sure. Yeah, we can talk.”
We get into our vehicles, and I start the engine. I watch her drive off and follow her to her place. I park in the guest parking and walk up to her apartment.
She walks to the fridge and says, “Want a protein smoothie?”
I nod. “Yeah.” I sit at the dining table and lean back.
“Stop being weird,” she says. “Please. If you were sleeping with––”
“I wasn’t,” I clench my jaw.
“Oh,” she says, and then her shoulders drop like she’s relieved.
I lean forward, resting my elbows on the table. I stare at nothing. “I’m not fucking anyone but you, Ce.”
“Okay.”
I wipe my mouth and stand. I walk over to her, my heart pounding in my chest. She stares up at me with the protein powder package in her hand. I search her eyes for any hint that my impulsiveness is going to be rejected. I only see yearning in her expression, so I grab her hips and sit her ass on the counter.
Her lips part as she watches me, surprised. “What’re you doing?” she whispers.
I step between her legs, letting her feel how hard I am. Adrenaline is coursing through my body as I lean in. She pulls back, but I dance with her, chasing her lips.
“Dylan,” she whispers. “What’s going on?”
I pull her closer to me. She arches her back to look at my face.
“I want you right now,” I mutter.
I lean in to kiss her, and this time she lets me. I suck on her bottom lip, and when she offers me her tongue, I take that too.
She pulls off my shirt, so I reach for her sports bra. It’s tight against her body, so it’s not easy to remove. Her head gets caught, so we both laugh. I grab her cheeks and kiss her, but she tells me to focus on getting her bra off. I finally get it off her head and look at her beautiful boobs. She leans back while I admire how supple and perfect they are.
“Ce,” I groan, tracing my finger down her body and hooking my finger in her leggings. I start to take them off, but it’s tight as hell. When I finally manage to get them off, I notice that her thong went with it, and she’s sitting pretty on her counter.
She’s still leaning back, watching me eye fuck her. Her body is so fucking perfect. She works hard to keep herself in top shape.
I lean in and kiss her, and she’s already tugging on my shorts. I pull them down, and she works her hand on my cock, pumping me quickly. The warmth of her hand sends shivers down my spine. Everything about her is pure fucking perfection, and I need more.
“Cecily,” I say. “I want…you.”
She grabs my dick and aims me into her. “Like this?”
“Let me grab a condom,” I say, bending down to my shorts and pulling one out.
“You came prepared,” she teases.
I open the wrapper and slide it on. I suck on her nipples, making her body arch into me. I rub circles on her clit, and she pulls me closer with her legs.
“What do you want?” I ask, grabbing her face as I rub my dick against her.
