One of her hands works its way up into my hair, grasping, gripping, pulling my face to hers. Soft lips press to my own before she pulls away and looks into my eyes. “Upstairs. Now,” she demands, with more than a hint of desperation in her voice.
I hoist her higher on my waist, wrapping her around me even more, and step out the door. “Keys?” I grunt between kisses, my face once again buried in her neck. “You need to lock up.”
“Ugh,” she groans, tapping me on the shoulder until I let her scramble down from my grasp. I already miss the feel of her heat pressed against me. “You sound like Chloe.Close the door, Tina. Lock the door, Tina.” She pulls a set of keys out from a side pocket in her leggings, pushes the door open, turns off the lights, then pulls the door closed and locks it behind her. “Happy now?” she asks, shoving the keys back in her pocket and looking up at me from too far away.
Without hesitation, I step closer, wrapping my arms around her and hoisting her into the air until I can guide her legs around my waist again.Fuuuck.The feel of her heat pressed against me has me throbbing. “Almost,” I say, pressing my lips to hers before I whisper directly in her ear. “But when I finallyget you somewhere more private that the street in front of your restaurant so I can bury my face between those sweet thighs of yours?” I suck her earlobe into my mouth, giving it a meaningful flick with my tongue before staring into her dark eyes, and adding, “Well, that’s when I’ll be truly happy.” The way her body shivers tells me she’s happy with that plan, too.
She chases my mouth with her lips, kissing me hard, urging me to hurry with frenzied whispers of“quick”and“faster”.My cock is so hard it makes every step up the stairs to her apartment pure torture. The only thing keeping me from losing myself completely is Tina’s body pressed hard against me, promising that sweet relief is near. One second we’re on the stairs with Tina writhing in my arms, and the next we’re inside her tiny apartment with her standing on the floor in front of me, pulling her shirt over her head.
Suddenly, her face drops, and she covers her bra with her hands while spinning around. “Wait. Hold on. Look away.” She steps through a doorway, leaving me in the world’s smallest living room, with a record breaking tent in my shorts. I overhear Tina muttering to herself amongst other bumps and bangs as she moves around the other room “Oh my God. I knew I shouldn’t have talked myself out of changing. Crap!”
“Uh, Tina? I thought the idea was to get you out of your clothes, not change them?”
“Oh, um, yeah. Right. Just-just stay there for one minute. Don’t come in he—Ahh!” her words cut off with a scream, followed by a loud thump.
That doesn’t sound good. Ignoring her pleas for me to stay away, I take two big steps into what turns out to be her bedroom. “Tina?” I ask when I don’t see her. “You okay?”
“Ow, shit. Fuck. Damn it.” Her harsh whispers call my attention to the far side of the bed, where I hear more thumping sounds. “No, no, no. Not now. Ow, ow. Cramp. Cramp.”
Onemore step brings me to the opposite side of the bed, where I’m met by a sight that is both so confoundingly sexy, and intensely hilarious, that I can’t help but bark a short laugh.
Tina glares at me from the center of a human pretzel, her arms and legs tangled in a heap of black fabric, her tits exposed with their dark pink nipples pebbled and ready for my tongue. But she is in no shape for sexy times at this exact moment. She’s somehow gotten one arm stuck in a pant leg with her bra wrapped around the back of her neck, keeping one leg trapped against her chest. She’s rocking on her back like a turtle stuck shell side down, exposing more of her cotton panties with each rock of her hips. If it weren’t for her obvious discomfort, I would be interested in exploring this position further. Her glare is more murderous than amorous, though, so I offer to help instead.
“Oh, baby. Let me help you.”
Her leg kicks straight out, dragging an arm with it, as she yelps again. “Ow, ow, ow. Could there be a worse time for a leg cramp?”
“Let me get you out of those clothes.” I kneel next to her on the floor and begin untangling her legs first, looping her foot back through the strap of her bra. “What the hell? This doesn’t even make sense. Were you taking your pants off? Or your bra?”
“Ugh. Both,” she huffs pitifully. “I didn’t want you to see my ugly work bra. And now you see me like this, which is so much worse.” She attempts to gesture with her arm, but it’s still tangled in stretchy material. “Ow, ow, ow. Slow down. Cramp, cramp!”
I slide her pants the rest of the way off, then untangle her arms from her bra. Generous black cotton panties keep part of her shielded from my view, but she makes no further motion to hide herself from my eyes, choosing instead to rub furiously atthe back of her leg, where I’m guessing the cramp is. “Here,” I say, pulling her to her feet and guiding her to the bed. “Let me.”
When she’s face down on the bed, I take a deep breath, force myself to focus on the task at hand, then wrap my hands around her thigh and rub the hard muscles there, feeling the knot of tension melt beneath my fingers. Tina’s smooth skin and soft flesh yield to my touch and before long she’s writhing on the bed, emitting soft whimpers that do nothing to soothe the ache in my dick.
“Tina,” I warn. “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I drag a finger along the hem at the bottom of her panties, tracing her ass cheek, then dipping between her thighs before tracing a line back to her hip on the opposite side.
Face down in the pillow now, the only answer I get is a muffled “mmphhmphh” and a slight lifting of her hips. I continue tracing the hem of her panties, her legs widening and hips rising a little more with each pass. From my position next to her thigh, the sweet smell of her arousal threatens to overwhelm me.
“Damn, you smell good.” I swipe my fingers into her panties, touching the inner edge of her thigh, my eyes focused on the ever-expanding wet spot in her panties.
From the corner of my eye, I see her head turn as she looks at me over her shoulder. “That’s my apartment. It always smells like Italian food up here,” she says before dropping her face back into the pillow.
The abrupt change of subject forces a chuckle from me. “No, honey. I’m pretty sure it’s you.” I slide a finger through her wetness, circling her clit and making her shiver. I wait until she shifts her face from the pillow and lifts her eyes to mine before sliding my finger into my mouth. I mean to tease her with this display, but the taste of Tina is too delicious. I can’t stop themoan that escapes me the moment the salty-sweet taste of her hits my tongue. “And you taste even better.”
Tina’s eyes go liquid and her mouth parts. “Fuck, that’s hot,” she whispers. Her eyes burn down my chest and settle on my very tented shorts. “That’s even hotter.” Her pink tongue darts out to wet her lips, and my dick throbs. “I need to see it,” she says, flipping over and scrambling to a sitting position. “Take those off.” She surges toward me, grabbing for the elastic waistband of my shorts, but misses altogether. Instead, a clumsy, and surprisingly forceful punch to the gut shoves me off the bed.
I land on my back with a room shaking thump.
“Hooo.” The air rushes from my lungs in a whoosh and somewhere past the realm of strict consciousness, since I’m pretty sure I just saw my life flash before my eyes, I’m dimly aware that making owl impressions is not the sexiest thing I could do right this minute. Even so, that doesn’t stop me from dragging in a shaky breath and forcing it out with another audible“hooo”.
“Oh my God, Nick. Are you okay?” Flailing arms and legs appear over the edge of the bed and materialize into Tina. She stands over me in only her underwear, breasts swaying with each frantic movement of her arms. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to push you.”
I nod and force a smile. “I know,” I say, holding a hand out, urging her closer. My breaths are coming steadily now, with no more owl noises to be heard, so I know what I need to do to fix this situation. “Come here.” Her brows bunch in confusion. She hesitates, but eventually she takes a step, and then another. When she’s close enough, I jackknife to a sitting position. “I’m fine. See?” I slide my hands up her legs, hook my fingers in her panties, and drag them down to the floor. “But you can still make it up to me, if you like.” I guide her panties over her feet,then toss them aside before lifting one foot and dragging it over me so she’s straddling my legs.
She shivers, and asks, “How can I make it up to you?”
“That’s the best part,” I say, wrapping my arms around her legs. “All you need to do is take a seat and I’ll take care of the rest.”
