10. He Knows Me Inside and Out
O f all the wrong things to do, of all the warning signs I learned from my sister and her divorce—how not to be involved with those you work around, live around—this was the test I knew I’d fail. It was wrong to lie to Elena, and it was wrong to touch her, but fuck if I couldn’t resist the urge to graze my finger—hell, my pinky—across the smooth, tanned spot right above her bellybutton.
“I should be gentle, but it’s so goddamn hard not to devour you right now.” I seethed into her curls, her arms wrapped around my shoulders. “I feel like I’ve waited for so long, and the longer it’s been, the hungrier I’ve gotten.” Slowly my pants fell loose as I kicked off my boots, standing tall against Elena’s soft skin, her chin raised to my chest as I brushed my nose down her head and onto her cheek.
“Just kiss me. Lift me and let me taste your lips. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” she whined sweetly. “Savor it. Savor me.”
“Every inch.” I claimed her, her ass mantled onto my palms as I pushed my weight against her and the elevator wall, wedging her near the railing for support. “You’re so hot, Elena… so, so hot. I can feel it between your legs.” I kissed those pouty red lips that had always belonged to me, stifling my need to fuck her hard, from thrusting the entirety of my erection right into her little slit. Savoring wasn’t just what she wanted, it’s what she needed— my complete appreciation of the only moment I ever dreamed of.
“You can really feel me?” she shuddered, surprised.
“Of course.” I tried not to answer weakly, her needy clit puffy and wet, grinding with the sway of her hips over the head of my cock, covering me with her sweet feminine scent that drove me feral. I kissed her again, licking her lips, sucking them, memorizing her scent for later, her neck and hair sweet like jasmine and strawberries.
“I like that,” she moaned. “Your scruff on me, it’s rough, but nice.”
“Do you like it here?” I kissed behind her ear, removing her shirt, the width of my hand cupping her bra to the top of her breasts, the same breasts whose cleavage I saw tucked into her robe this morning, the cotton, pink covering that I wanted to shred apart. But now I had her, her little black bra transparent in the cup of my hands, frilled and laced with just enough covering to mask what I wanted beneath.
“Yes… there.” She swallowed as I shoved her bra down, her nipples hard and sweet, tanned like butterscotch candies to my tongue that flicked and sucked them.
“And here?” My jaw clenched with restraint, brushed against her sides, her breathing shallow as I made my way down, hoisting her legs over my shoulders while bowing on my knees. “Just a taste, baby girl,” I muttered, a nickname I never called her before, but came out so naturally and easily that I didn’t even skip a beat. I forced Elena up against the wall, standing, gripping her hips to lick the taste out from her cunt.
“God,” she begged, gripping my hair, burning my scalp with a tight squeeze that I craved. I moaned against her slit, the soft spot that my cock twitched for, stretching her open with my tongue as I fucked her with my mouth.
“I’ve thought of this, I’ve thought of you, in every position, in every scenario.” My stubble bristled against her thigh as she rode herself from my tongue to the tip of my nose. I sucked her clit into my mouth, letting it loose with a loud wet pop. “And for as much as I’ve thought of it, I never knew where to begin… but between your legs feels so goddamn perfect. Holding you—your hips, your waist.” I took hold of her sides, festering in something so biological, so mechanical and ancient. She felt built to be bred, and my body craved to be unleashed in her, to flood her full. “You make me ache.”
“You just need a release. We both do,” she said.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “I don’t have protection… I brought nothing.”
“No, no… it’s ok. I’m tested and clear, plus I’m on the pill.” She looked down at me, hope in her eyes, “Are you?—”
“I’m tested, too. I’m good.” I assured, more relaxed as I kissed her torso, sliding her back down toward my hips. “Just tell me if it’s too much,” I whispered, Elena’s eyes wincing before growing large. Her mouth parted, opening the same moment her folds wrapped around the tip of my cock, her heat meeting the most sensitive part of my body as I rested my head against hers.
“Slowly,” she bated, “I like when it’s slow.”
“Then, I’ll go as slow as I can.” I pulled her off the wall, holding myself inside Elena as I lowered to my knees again. My calves tightened in the reflection, our bodies like a jigsaw of muscle and softness pressed against each other. She was so small compared to my hands, her gorgeous breasts rubbing down my chest as she sat further onto my cock, swallowing it.
“Fuck, Nick.” She hugged me, shutting her eyes as she wedged further down, her ass meeting my thighs, the base of my erection submerged entirely into her body.
“That’s it, baby, you’re doing so good.” I bit into her shoulder, praising how tight she clenched herself around me, how the beat of her heart hugged my arousal.
“Let me just rock myself against you—ride you. Can I?” she asked innocently, her hands framing my cheeks, kissing me. She smiled, the same smile that turned her dark eyes into adorable crescent moons, causing my heart to thrum, and my muscles to melt into her giving body.
“I’ll have you any way you want me. Any way. Just stay with me, just let me be in you and feel you… the deepest part of you.”
Elena slipped up and down my cock, slowly adjusting, giving me the freedom to join, to pump my hips in between, to fuck her like a machine made for her pleasure.
She reached for the rum and laughed, taking a sip, letting some of it spill out of her mouth and onto her chest before kissing me. “Shit, you’re so fucking big for me.”
I stole the bottle from her hand, pushing myself further inside her as she screamed with joy.
“Am I? Fuck me like you would your toy.” I took a swig for myself, using my hand to caress her cheeks, to position her head. She moaned, her mouth open as I spit rum right onto her tongue, her tits wet with liquor, reflecting the sweat that soaked our bodies.
“My best fucking toy yet.” She kissed me as I swung her around, lying her back on the soft wool of my oversized topcoat. Her curls sprawled out into a perfect halo of hair as she giggled. “No way, you’re in that deep,” she gasped, her thighs clamped onto my waist as she grunted, “Oh, god. Oh… god! Fuck yes.”
“Give me everything,” I begged, thrusting faster, her slippery cunt leaking onto my pelvis. She took me well, my perfect neighbor with the perfect pussy, massaging me to climax. “I won’t fucking come until you do, not until I feel that orgasm dripping on my balls.” I fucked her harder, feeling even more sensitive, ready to pop.
“You want all of me? Then you can have me,” she warned, giving me the most sinful of ideas. “I won’t tell you no, Nick, not with any part of my body.”