I promptly change course and maneuver her to the bathroom. I plop her on the closed toilet lid and dig around the cabinets for a new toothbrush. I crack open the packaging, smear toothpaste over it, and hand it to her. “Brush your teeth and wash your face. There’s a spare towel here,” I point to the neatly folded pile of clean towels on the shelf in the corner. “My room is next door. I’ll lay out some clothes. I’m gonna finish tidying up the apartment and I’ll see you soon, okay?”
I look at her and start at the grin on her face. She’s watching me, head tilted, beaming from ear to ear. “Okay,” she says.
I bend to give her a quick kiss on the lips, attempt to relish in the plushness of her mouth for the first time in days, then leave her to it.
By the time I make it back to my room, Lina is all but snoring under the duvet, dark curls spread across my white pillows. I am not ashamed to admit that I stare at the image for quite some time, wanting it to imprint in my memories, because I love the way she looks in my bed. I finally shake myself out of my self-induced coma and look around.
All of her clothes, and I mean all of them, panties and bra included, are in a pile on the floor. The clothes I laid out for her are still untouched on the foot of the bed. Because of course she sleeps naked. Her clear and utter nudity under the sheets fills me with an unreasonable horniness and a feeling of deep possessiveness and a strange urge to keep her there forever, trap her under the blankets, and never let her leave.
What is happening?
I pick up the pile of clothes, placing her underwear in a chair by the door and hanging the starched shirt and suit in my closet. I strip down to my underwear, climb under the covers, and pull her lush body into mine, into a spoon position, entwining our legs and wrapping both my arms around her.
She gives me a sleepy little sigh, content and safe and secure, and I fall asleep.
* * *
I wake when it’s still dark to soft lips kissing my face and hands groping me under the covers, fingers tracing my chest and my ribs.
When Lina realizes I’m awake, she rolls on top of me, deepening our kiss, tongue slow and serious. She tastes like vacation and summer and sex and warmth. I like when she’s on top like this, because I can use both my hands to feel every inch of her skin.
Her pussy is hot on top of my already rock hard dick and I can feel it through the thin fabric of my boxers.
“I have to go,” Lina says against my lips. “I don’t want to be here when Frankie wakes up, and I still have to go home and get a change of clothes.”
I keep my mouth shut so I don’t say something unreasonable, likeFrankie will love this and totally won’t be confusedandjust wear all of my clothes so you can bear my scent because I am now a wolf.
“Okay,” I say instead, with an inadvertent thrust of my hips.
“On second thought,” she starts, with a grind down. An inhuman sound leaves my throat. “I bet I could get myself off in two minutes.”
“Yes,” I am nodding. “Please use my dick to do so.”
I blindly reach an arm towards my bedside table drawer, yanking it open and finding the unopened box of condoms I purchased earlier this week, while Lina works on wiggling my boxers down my legs. I’m busy breaking the plastic around the box when I feel Lina’s bare, wet pussy grinding along the length of my dick, and I almost come right then.
“I need you inside me,” she whispers, and this places me even more precariously close to the edge. “Hurry.”
I manage to get one open and rolled down my cock in three seconds, and in the next, Lina is tilting my dick back and steady for herself and then she is bearing down, down,down, and I’m immediately dead.
She makes a choked sound when she takes all of me, but I don’t know what she looks like because my eyes are squeezed shut and my teeth are clenched and I am thinking of mundanely terrible, non-sexual things like cranberry bogs and wet socks so that I don’t explode and embarrass myself immediately.
“You okay down there?” I hear her laugh, and I make the mistake of opening my eyes just as she starts to roll her gorgeous body and grind down on my dick, and I feel myself get even harder with that image and the feeling combined.
“Shit,” she mutters, probably feeling it. “You’re huge. I feel you in my throat.”
“It’s all yours, beautiful. Use this big dick.” I no longer know what I’m saying, but it seems to be the right thing, because she stifles a moan and starts grinding faster and deeper.
I selfishly watch her tits bounce for a while before getting my hands on them, rolling the tips until I feel her body tightening up. “This is going to be a new personal record,” she whispers. She places her fingers on top of mine and forces me to pinch and twist, harder than I thought she would like. Her hips are moving at light speed and she’s dripping wet so that our skin is making the filthiest noise and I think she’s about to scream so I clamp my hand over her mouth and squeeze the bottom half of her face. She apparently really likes this, her eyes completely blown and filled with lust, and they widen a split second before she groans into my hand, coming so hard I feel her clenching around my dick.
And that’s when I realize that maybeIreally like aggressively gripping her entire fucking face and squeezing, because something primal is activated and I become an animal.
I buck my hips up and pop her off, flipping her over on her hands and knees and holding her head down on the pillow while pounding into her again and again.
“Yes,” I can hear her muffled moans into the bedding, “more,” and “harder,” and a “this pussy is so good,” and a “take this cock,” growled into her ear and then finally, a long, extended groan and telltale rippling from Lina.
“Fuck,” I grunt, emptying into her so forcefully I feel a piece of my soul leave my body.
When I come to, she’s somehow draped on top of my body. I wrap my arms around her, not pulling out just yet. I kiss her temple.
