Page 39 of Housekeeping

I wanted to give her the whole soft and romantic routine, but dammit, I was a man and holding back completely wasn’t easy for me. So after a moment of careful, closed-mouth kissing that felt unnecessarily long, I licked and nipped at her bottom lip until she parted them for me. I slid my tongue into her mouth, groaning as I backed her slowly against the counter. She moved with me, clearly wanting this as much as I did.

When I pulled back from the kiss, we were both panting for breath, and our eyes met for a short moment.

“I want you,” I admitted.

“Me too,” she said, breathless.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I moved back just far enough to see what I was doing and lifted her shirt. She raised her arms so I could pull it off her, and the top she had on underneath it went next.

My lips dropped to her neck as I made my way down, cupping her breasts and massaging them gently through her bra. When my mouth reached the top of her bra, I reached an arm around her to undo the clasp.

A hand on my chest stopped me, and I froze, looking up at her. Did she want me to stop?

“Can we move to the bedroom?” Laura asked, her chest rising up and down with her quickened breaths, lips parted and glistening, eyes burning with heat.

Relief, followed quickly by desire, filled my chest. I nodded as I moved back.

“Lead the way.”

She bit her lip, my eyes following the movement. She crouched down to pick up her dropped clothes, then took my hand and led me to the other door in the room. She hit a switch against the wall, and the lights came on. It wasn’t necessary, but it was good because I wanted to see her.

Before she could turn around, I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her back against me. She let out a gasp when her ass met my groin, and I smirked.

“Be patient,” I murmured, leaning down to place kisses all over her neck. “We’ll get there soon enough.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, sounding a little embarrassed.

I didn’t get a chance to say anything more before she did something to stun me into silence. With her hands over mine, she guided them up her stomach, to her breasts, and squeezed. She moaned, tilting her head back against my shoulder, and my eyes dropped to her closed eyes and parted mouth, the line of her neck. I saw over her shoulder where both our hands were cupping her breasts, and the visual had my cock throbbing in my briefs.

Yeah, having the light on was a good plan.

After one last peck on her neck, I pulled my hands out from under hers to turn her around, all my patience gone. I took a look around and noticed how this room was way smaller than the living room. The bed took up most of the space. This was an apartment meant for one person, though two could probably live comfortably enough.

The bed was a little small, but if we squeezed close, I thought it could work. That idea had me grinning, and I backed Laura toward the bed until she sat back on it.

“What has you so happy?” she asked.

“Your bed is small,” I said with a shrug.

I reached around her to unclasp her bra, and this time she didn’t stop me. I eased the straps off her arms, and let the bra fall to the floor. I had just a tad more patience than last time, and I wasn’t intoxicated, so I got a good look at her. I must have stayed still for too long because she started squirming.

“Why does my bed being small making you happy?” she asked.

“Because it means we’re going to be close tonight.”

I didn’t give her a chance to reply, swooping in with a long, wet kiss just long enough to keep her distracted. My hands went for the waistband of her pants, and she fell back onto the bed as I pulled them off, leaving her in only her panties. She squirmed higher up the bed, and I took off my shirt and pants before following her, crawling above her on all fours.

“My bed isn’t as soft as yours,” she warned.

I shrugged. “Not a problem. I’ve slept in rougher places than you’d think.”

There was skepticism on her face, but I didn’t care. It wasn’t like I was going to give her any details though. Most of them were stories best left in the past for security reasons.

I lowered myself over her carefully, then took her lips in a kiss. She kissed me back, her hands roaming all over my body, going around my waist to feel out my back. One of her legs wrapped around my waist, and when I rocked my hips down, we both groaned out. She was warm and wet through her panties, and we were both done waiting as we stripped each other bare.

Laura pulled me on top of her once again, both her legs wrapping around me as I wrapped my arms around her back. With a bit of shifting, the head of my cock touched her entrance, and as she moved her hips up and I rocked down, I entered her in one smooth thrust, eyes closed, and head thrown back in pleasure.

I forced them back open in a moment, looking down at Laura. Her own eyes were closed, and her mouth was opened as she panted for breath. I started to move my hips, slowly, carefully. Every movement was calculated to give her the most pleasure. This wasn’t just us fucking again. This was me making this woman mine in the best way. Gently, but with obvious passion. Her nails dug into my back as I rolled my hips, and I hissed.

My lips found hers as our bodies continued to rock together. I picked up a rhythm, moving just a little bit faster, occasionally adding a roll and a twist to my hips to hit all her pleasure spots.

This is what life can be when done right, I told her silently, with every movement, and she responded beautifully to each one. I was addicted to the sweet sounds falling out of her lips, deep moans, soft gasps, and delicate whimpers. I never wanted the moment to end, I wanted to hear them more.

I groaned as my body shook in an orgasm, and Laura let out a cry as she trembled in my arms.

Afterward, I rolled us over with her still in my arms and my cock still inside her, pulling her body close to mine. I was sated, but even as Laura dozed in my arms, I didn’t feel tired.

I’m in trouble, I thought to myself.

This was something new to me, so I thought I might have been mistaken, but I knew it now. Laura was in my blood. She wasn’t just some fuck to me, what we just did was making love.

The real problem was I didn’t want to ever get her out.