I smile and take a few steps in his direction, my heels click-clacking on the hardwood flooring.
“I think you might be as tall as me,” he jokes. “I like it.”
I laugh. “These are only four inch heels… I think I’m still short an inch or two.” I wrap my hand around his torso. It feels weird to suddenly be at eye-level with him.
He slides a hand around the back of my neck, and draws me in closer. He presses his lips against mine gently, a soft teasing kiss.
“Are you sure I’m not disturbing you?”
He laughs through labored breaths. “Hell no… I’m officially done working.”
I smile at the thought of having him all to myself. I close my eyes as I surrender to his kiss, slow and intense, a skilled dance. The man certainly knows how to kiss a woman.
“Damn, you’re good at that,” I whisper, the words pressed against his lips.
“You too,” he breathes.
His soft hands travel down the length of my body, his fingers taking in the feel of the lace and silk. He toys playfully with the silk ribbon and when he pulls at it, my body responds eagerly. He studies me for the longest time as he delicately unravels me, painfully slowly. He fixes me like an artist methodically studying every detail of his subject. “God, your tits look amazing in this… I almost don’t want to take it off.”
I laugh. “You don’t have to,” I point out. “There are snap buttons on the crotch.”
His dark eyes widen at my words. “Interesting…”
His hand slides quickly down my torso, and heads straight for my sweet spot. He slides a long finger between my legs and smiles coyly. “I like this.”
I quiver, aroused at the feel of his touch as he unsnaps each button. I close my eyes as he slides a finger inside me.
“Fuck,” he breathes.
I throw my head against the wall as he slides down the length of my body. He kneels on the floor and throws my leg over his shoulder. As soon as his hot mouth lands on my pussy, I feel my climax already building. He teases, savoring me quickly. And he’s back up again, kissing me, the taste of my sex on his lips. “I’m going to take you right here, against the wall.”
I reach for him and fiddle with his fly, a silentYes. As soon as I release him from his jeans, I guide him inside me. I wrap my legs around him and close my eyes, reveling in the feel of him as he presses me against the wall repeatedly. The picture on the wall bangs over and over again. With every bang, I’m brought closer to the edge. I’ve completely surrendered to him. I want him to unravel me, make me scream.
I shudder and cry out as I reach that peak, the waves hitting me harder than I’d imagined. We both get there at the same time. His cries of pleasure join mine to create a beautiful song.
We’ve movedto his bed, and I’m comfortably nestled in his arms, staring at his coffered ceiling. What will happen when his lease is up? Where will he go? Perhaps I could invite him to live with me. Would it be too early for that? Would I have enough room for him, for his studio?
“A penny for your thoughts?” he says.
I laugh. “A penny for yours.”
“Uh… I was just thinking that I might be the luckiest guy on earth, and that you’ll have to wear that teddy again.”
I laugh. “I like this… us.”
He twirls a finger around a lock of my hair. “Me too.”
I want to ask him a million questions.What are we? When will I meet your family? Where will you go when your lease is up? Is this just sex or more? Could you see yourself marrying me? Do you want kids?But of course I don’t. I know if I did, he’d run away as fast as an Olympian sprinter.
Instead, I just stare quietly at the ceiling. And so does he. He seems deep in thought. I wonder what he’s thinking about?
And we both quietly drift off into slumber.
