“Just did what?”
She leans in to talk directly into my ear, just like I did with her before. “You made me come harder than I ever have in my life.”
Holy. Shit.
“Your place?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“Now?”
She nods again.
I make some subtle adjustments to my jeans before getting up and helping her out of the booth. She is flushed and gorgeous, and we can’t get to her place fast enough. I salute Denny as we head out. He’s seen me leave this place with a fair number of ladies in times past, but even he must be able to tell that this one’s special.
I’m not even going to think about what it means that I’ve been holding hands with this girl for five blocks. I am not a hand-holder. But I don’t want to let go of her. I keep pulling her into every empty recessed storefront to kiss her. Like we’re teenagers in some European movie I’d never watch. I am not PDA guy. I don’t display affection in public. I just can’t wait to kiss her again.
I don’t touch her at all while we walk up the three flights of stairs to her apartment. She looks back at me before putting her key in the lock. I don’t know what kind of expression I have on my face, but it makes her pause for a second before turning the key. As soon as we’re inside her apartment and she’s closed the door, I push her up against the nearest wall. She drops her purse and keys to the ground and sighs. I lift her arms up above her head and hold her wrists, watching her squirm as she stares up at my mouth. Her lips are parted. Her lower lip is trembling. Every part of her is trembling, and it’s so hot. She’s tense, and her breaths are heavy and fast. She’s all anticipation and hesitation and impatience, and it’s so fucking beautiful.
I start by kissing her neck. She tilts her head back and her pelvis forward. Her skin is so smooth and pretty, and there’s just something so clean and good about her. It’s driving me wild. I slowly move my hands down her arms, to her sides. To her hips and around to her ass. I squeeze it with one hand while the other makes its way up to cup her perky round breast. She makes a little surprised animal sound that’s so sweet and sexy coming from her big, swollen lips. Her arms are resting on top of her head, like she doesn’t know what to do with them. She’s still trembling.
Whatever confidence she had at the bar is gone for now. I’m a stranger in her apartment, and I’m guessing this is the first time she’s let a stranger do this with her. She needs me to control the situation so she doesn’t have to second-guess anything. And I am going to do just that.
“Take off your blouse.”
I hook my index fingers through the belt loops of her jeans and watch her fumble with the buttons. I should probably just rip it apart, but I don’t want to scare her. When she’s finally done, I help her pull that top off and let it drop to the floor, kissing her hard and massaging her tits over the thin fabric of the lacy white bra.
Why is it so fucking sexy that she’s wearing a white bra? I want to remove that thing with my teeth, but I also want to take her on a picnic and see it peeking out from a flowery sundress when she’s lying on the grass under a tree. Goddammit, white bra, what are you doing to me?
She’s rocking her hips and humming, and I want to do everything with her all at once, but I’m going to make this last as long as I can for both of us.
“Turn around, Nina,” I growl.
“What?” She doesn’t seem to understand my meaning.
I place my hands on her waist and turn her to face the wall, moving her hands up so she’s gripping it while I unbutton and unzip her very tight jeans. When I press myself up against her perfect ass, she pushes back into me. I slide my hand down, two fingers into the front of her panties, and she’s so slippery and wet. I let out a groan as my fingertips stroke alongside her engorged clit. She’s holding her breath, and her whole body is shaking. I clutch her to me and slip one hand inside her bra, massaging her breast while my other hand rubs her clit.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“This is for me?”
“Yes.”
“Just for me?”
“Oh yes.”
She’s starting to relax. So much so that she reaches one hand back to grab my crotch. All right. I slide two fingers inside her. My cock just wants to be inside that warm wetness, but it’s going to have to wait. At this angle, with those tight jeans, the way she’s grinding down on my hand, it’s the friction that’s getting her off. It’s more high school than I’m used to, but she’s so into it, I’ll keep going until she’s come on my hand if that’s what she wants.
She pushes against the wall with both of her hands, tensing and releasing.
“You like that?”
“Yeah.”
“You want me to keep going?”
“Yeah.” Her voice is girlish but raspy. I want her to say my name.
“You want me?”
“Yes. Vince. Yes.”
She’s so close. She must have been on the verge ever since we started kissing. Was that a million years ago or thirty seconds? I don’t even know anymore. I rub harder, fingers flat against her clit. She arches her back, tit pressing against the palm of my hand. Gasping, she drops her head back.
I take hold of her hair, tugging at it. Just that move is enough to send her over the edge. I feel her tense up as an electric shock goes through her, and then she’s undulating, making sing-song whimpering sounds that are innocent and totally fucking porny at the same time. She leans forward and tries to muffle those sounds with the back of her hand.
“I want to hear you,” I tell her. “I want to hear how I’m making you feel.”
She draws in a sharp breath before crying out. The most exquisite expression of pained pleasure. She reaches back to curl her arms around my neck. I bite the flesh where her neck curves into her shoulder. She lets out a yelp, and then I hear my name and a yes, and it’s all music to my ears.
I hold her to me, hands in place, waiting for the waves and the aftershocks to subside. When they finally do, before slowly pulling my hand out from her soaking wet panties and jeans, I say, “Was that good?”
She laughs quietly, shy and breathless again. “That was pretty good, yeah.”
“Good. That was just the beginning.” I spin her around to face me, pick her up, and carry her to the sofa in the living room. It looks like it’s just this front room, kitchen, and a bedroom in the back. I’ll save the bedroom for later.
When I set her down and start to pull off her jeans, she’s got this look on her face, like…there’s more?
I remove her shoes and stroke the arches of her beautiful feet, causing her to point her toes, and then I yank her jeans off completely. I kiss her from her ankles to her calves, tickling the backs of her knees until her long legs are relaxed and spread apart. I kiss her taut thighs while she wriggles around beneath me.
As soon as I lift my head up, she pushes against my shoulders so she can get hold of my shirt and pulls it off over my head. Tossing it aside, she stares at my bare chest like it’s a prize she’s just won. There’s that hunger again, and I’m feeling it too. She smooths her hands all over, down to my abs, back up to my shoulders, around my biceps, and then she grabs on to my rock-hard cock through my jeans. She sucks in a breath and looks up at me, rubbing her palm up the length of my erection. She licks her lips, and fucking hell I can’t look at her anymore or I’ll explode.