“Wow,” Brea breathed, slowly turning around in the room. “I think I could live in here! And it faces south, so you always have the best light for sewing. And look at that bookcase, Mark!” It took up one whole wall and followed the slant of the ceiling. There was a ladder on wheels to reach the highest shelves. “It’s likeBeauty and the Beast!” Brea exclaimed, jumping up and down.
I grinned happily as I watched her explore the space. “You like it?” I asked.
“It’s so perfect,” she said, longingly.
“You can use it anytime.”
“I can’t just show up here!” she said with a laugh.
“I’m going to buy this place,” I informed her.
“Have you looked at any others?” Brea asked in concern.
“You and I are both busy,” I said, kissing along her neck. “Seems like a waste of time when this place fits all the criteria.” I kissed her more deeply, tugging her over to the couch. “Since I am going to buy it, I think we can safely christen it.”
I was already fully on the way to stripping her down, wanting to realize that vision of the beautiful creature right in front of me naked and splayed across this sofa. Just seeing her there was selling me on the image of this penthouse as home.
A flurry of thrown garments everywhere around us, and then we were fully able to enjoy one another, and I was kissing her intensely. My hands roamed up and down her curves, enjoying her little whimpers and moans.
The tender moment was short-lived, as I slid some protection on and immediately set myself to guiding my cock into her. She purred as I penetrated her, the whimpers telling me how much she enjoyed what I could do to her.
She held me tight too, her nails poking at my skin, but a little pain to go with all this pleasure only seemed to enhance everything more than anything else.
Her legs wrapped around my hips, and I started to fuck her, but she stopped me. “Let’s mix it up,” she whispered.
I lay back and let her be on top. She was quick to use her newfound leverage, guiding her pussy up and down my cock, her tightness squeezing me and testing me completely.
With her on top, I reached up to take a good long feel of those luscious breasts of hers with the perky nipples hard between my fingers. My cock hardened further as she slid her pussy down my shaft.
Fuck, she was so damn beautiful, so damn perfect. I needed her badly, and it wasn’t long before I was helping her along with her bouncy pace. My hands were on her hips, fingers digging into her ass, guiding her up and down my cock at a more intense, more furious pace. Hearing her moan for me, hearing her squeal in delight as I touched her clit—everything about her was magic.
Soon, we were well on the way to christening what was going to be our new home. I was fucking her furiously as Brea bounced on my cock with wild abandon. She cried out for me as she came, shuddering around me. I barely kept a lid on my own passions as I continued to fuck her, drawing out her orgasm. I finally allowed myself to shudder inside her as she slumped, held up by my arms. I lowered her to rest on my chest.
Brea panted against my neck, the little puffs of air cooling my skin.
“Brea?” I asked, kissing her softly. “I want you to move in with me.”
She gave me a pained look. “I don’t think that’s a great idea, do you?”
44
Brea
Ifelt terrible at the heartbroken expression on Mark’s face. I scooted off of him and jumped back onto the floor. Mark steadied me when I almost tripped on the carpet.
“I mean seriously,” I rambled as I adjusted my skirt. “We barely know each other; I can’t just move into a place you bought.”
“Why not?” Mark countered.
“Because…because…” I sputtered.
But I couldn’t tell him the real reason—that a person who doesn’t even know which of the men her mother slept with is her real father does not belong with someone who grew up in a mansion and attended private schools and had so much money that he could just randomly go shopping for a penthouse in freaking Manhattan and then just decide on a whim that he’s going to buy it.
“It just doesn’t look right,” I said lamely.
Mark wrapped me in his strong arms again. “I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable,” he said. “I just—I really like you, Brea; I don’t want to be apart from you any more than I have to.”
I rested my head against his chest, breathing in his addicting masculine scent.
