“Dec!”
“You fucking bet,” I almost snarl fighting thoughts of Anita with anyone who isn’t me. “I think my immediate neighbours might know my name now but there are more that don’t,” I tell her before I spin her so that she faces me, and I see some trepidation in her eyes. “Are we doing this?” I ask and am holding my breath as I hope she doesn’t say no.
“Yes,” she confirms, and I reward her with a smile before moving in for another kiss as I back her towards the bed.
Anita
The sensation of Dec positioning himself between my thighs is new and familiar at the same time. We have never done this, lying down on a bed sex, and I can’t deny that it excites and scares me at the same time. It feels as though this is a turning point, that sex against a wall and on a countertop, as great as they were don’t and won’t compare to this on an emotional level even if it might on a physical one. I have come five times already. Dec is certainly ensuring that tonight is memorable and each of my climaxes so far has been toe curling in the extreme, each one more intense than the last, and the neighbours? Well, I reckon all of them on this floor and the one above and below will be sure of Dec’s name by now, but there are at least another twelve below us and one above that might not be too sure yet.
“Cupcake, shall we do this one together?” Dec asks me and gains my full attention once more. “You and me, us?” he adds as if I need some clarification, but his words have the opposite effect,us. Does he mean us as in him and me in this moment, the here and now orus, meaning the two of us moving forward.
My rambling thoughts centre when I feel his sheathed erection nudging my entrance.
“Dec,” I moan as he edges in further, gently stretching me until he is buried to the hilt and then he holds still, his eyes fixed firmly on mine as I utter the one word I still don’t understand. “Us.”
With that one word he begins to move, slowly at first, gently stroking all my nerve endings back to life and then leans in to kiss me. My hands immediately reach up and lace through his hair, holding him close and then pushing him away as the sensations building in my body threaten to break with the increasing pace Dec is setting. He fixes me with a deep and dark gaze I can’t quite decipher.
“Oh God, that feels good.”
“Mmm, I love how tight you are, you fit me like a fucking glove,” he groans against my neck as he picks up his pace a little. “I really need you to come again. I need to see you come apart for me, because of me,” he gasps as his own words clearly excite him.
“I've never come like this before,” I admit thinking that all my orgasms with Dec have been with his fingers, mouth, or my own fingers as he’s fucked me and before him too.
He kneels up but remains inside me. As he holds himself up on one arm the other reaches between us until he finds my clit that his fingers slide over easily courtesy of my wetness. Wetness I can hear as well as feel. I also hear my own breathing change as the first shocks of a climax begin to quake.
“Come on,” he urges me as his thrusts quicken, thrusts that drive me on towards my own release.
“I'm going to come,” I tell him hoarsely and roll my head to the side.
“Uh-ho,” he chastens. “Your eyes stay on me, always on me when you come. You show me how it feels, what I'm doing to you.”
His words are the final straw as far as my control is concerned and staring up at Dec, my eyes firmly on his as I come, hard and loud. My arms find his neck as my legs wrap around his middle while my hips meet him thrust for thrust until I think my climax is waning, but with the feeling of Dec swelling even further inside me and a couple of hard thrusts I am coming undone completely, screaming and shouting his name. I take him there with me until he is frozen in the moment yet still, he doesn't take his eyes off me as I cry, scream, and cling to him in sheer bliss wondering how I can feel sexual pleasure in so many places, from my curling toes to my hair that seems to be experiencing little electric shocks. I am hot, dry, sweating and over sensitive with the sensations I am experiencing.
“Are you okay?” he asks me, concern clear in his voice making me smile.
“Okay? I have surpassed okay and then some.”
He smiles too.
Pulling free of me, I wince as my delicate folds attempt to return tonormalbut at this point, I doubt I will ever be normal again and honestly? I’m not sure I want to be.
“Sorry.” He kisses my shoulder. “I need to get rid of the condom,” he says with a smile as a strange and muffled voice shouts around us.
“Now go to bloody sleep, Dec. Some of us need to get up in the morning!”
We both laugh at the realisation that at least one of his neighbours has heard us.
“Cupcake, there are seventy-one properties in this block so excluding me you only have sixty-nine more neighbours to introduce me to,” he says with a cocky grin.
“Hmmm, sixty-nine, eh, Stud?”
“Oh, Cupcake.” He grins, leaning in to kiss my shoulder again before leaving the bed and heading to the bathroom.
~~~
I am wrapped in Dec’s arms in his bed and as I don’t have spare clothes or an invitation to stay, I disentangle myself and put on last night’s clothes while he gently snores and then rolls over. The sight of his back facing me makes me irrationally sad, as if he is closing the door on last night. Quickly, I shake those thoughts from my head, reminding myself of just how humiliated I will feel if I stay and am confronted with his distaste or any awkwardness in the cold light of day. I pick my shoes up before heading out but pause in the kitchen to leave him a quick note that I attach to his fridge door.
Hey Stud (don’t want to shout another Dec in case I wake your neighbour),
