AEDAN
Her apartment was closer. It was the first time I’d been there—a whole part of her life that I hadn’t seen yet. I was on her territory now, bringing all the bad shit that came with me into her world.
But that’s what she wanted. And maybe it was finally time to start listening.
We were tearing at each other’s clothes even as we came in the door.
Sylvie had her hands under my shirt, sliding over my stomach and then around back to trace the muscles there.
She pressed herself against my chest, kissing me, barely coming up for air, and I groaned at the way her breasts pillowed against me.
I already had my hands on her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks through the silky fabric of her dress, loving the way it slid over her skin.
She wriggled against me and her breasts did wonderful things against my chest. Hell yeah!
After the summer heat outside, the apartment was blissfully cool from having been unoccupied for a couple of days.
The semi-darkness made it seem cooler, so we didn’t bother switching on the lights.
The blinds were still open and there was enough light coming in from outside for us to see by.
I stepped back from her for a moment, drinking in the sight of her.
She looked even more like an angel, in the white dress.
An angel...maybe that was exactly what a monster like me needed.
I pushed her up against the wall of the hallway, knocking a picture off the wall.
I slid my fingers through her hair, tangling them in it.
My tongue traced the line of her upper lip and I kissed her, finding her open-mouthed and panting.
I put a hand on her forehead, gently pinning her head for a second while I devoured her lower lip, nibbling and sucking.
I thrust my other hand up the side of her dress, pushing the hem higher as it slid up her leg.
God, her skin was so smooth, so perfect.
I could feel her ass grinding against the wall in anticipation.
I dodged past her bruised hip and started to rub her inner thigh in slow circles, toying with the edge of her panties.
She gave a low moan in her throat, her breathing hitching faster and faster.
I was pushed between her thighs, grinding the hard bulge of my cock against her, but it wasn’t enough.
I had to feel every part of her. I pulled her away from the wall and spun her around so that her ass was against my crotch, my length nestled right between those firm, rounded cheeks.
I kept one hand on her hip, rubbing and rubbing, never quite moving onto her panties, teasing her.
I slid the other hand under her dress, under her bra, cupping her naked breast. God, but that felt good.
The smooth roll of the flesh against my palm, the scrape of the hardening nipple against my fingers as I squeezed and rubbed.
Then the urgent stiffening of the little bud as she groaned and writhed harder against me.
I half-walked, half-dragged her through to the living room.
We collided with a coffee table and a stack of books and papers crashed to the floor.
Both of us were panting, now, gasping our excitement.
It was different to what happened on the gym roof, different even to the night before, when I’d gone down on her at my place.
I’d been unleashed. My demons had let go of me, or maybe I’d let go of them.
I knew it wasn’t final. I knew that, eventually, I was going to have to tell her. But for now, I was free.
Both hands still under her dress, I guided her to the table and then lifted her so that she was sitting on the edge, pushing aside the stuff that was there.
A vase tipped over and there was a glug of spilling water.
She was breathless and wide-eyed in the semi-darkness, wondering what I was going to do next.
I slid both hands down and hiked the dress the rest of the way up to her waist, baring those long, elegant legs.
I opened her thighs, going slow to make sure I didn’t hurt her hip. Then I stepped between her knees and cupped her through her panties.
Second best feeling in the world? The soft warmth of a pussy against your palm.
I didn’t even have to move. Just the slight movement of her own breathing was enough to rub her lips against my hand through the thin fabric.
And as soon as that started, that slow rasp wasn’t enough.
She needed more, and she started subtly grinding against me to get it.
Best feeling in the world? A woman grinding herself against your palm, to show how much she wants you.
I kissed her again, this time just using my lips to part hers and letting her kiss me.
Her tongue slipped into my mouth immediately, eagerly seeking mine out.
I began to rub her gently through her panties, the heel of my hand grinding against her clit with each stroke, and she moaned, the sound vibrating against my lips.
I pulled back a little, breaking the kiss, because I wanted to look at her.
She was absolute perfection. Sitting there on the edge of the table, that silky white dress still halfway decent on top, but hiked up to her hips down below.
Her legs wantonly spread. Her long, black hair silky but disheveled where I’d run my hands through it again and again.
And those soft, pink lips parted in pleasure, her breath coming in quick little pants.
She really could have been a fallen angel, seduced by the devil.
She reached for me, eyes still closed, focused on the feel of my hand between her thighs.
She started to undo my shirt buttons, doing it by feel.
It was the perfect opportunity to gaze at her uninterrupted.
That gorgeous face, marred only temporarily by that bitch who’d fought her.
I wouldn’t care even if those marks had lasted forever. She was perfect to me, no matter what.
My shirt came open. She leaned forward to kiss my chest and that moved her pussy against my hand.
Both of us groaned. Then the soft touch of her lips against my pec.
I caught my breath. She started to work her way down.
When she licked at my nipple, I let out a growl.
My cock felt as if it was going to rip right through my jeans.
I leaned forward, my mouth right next to her ear. “Does that feel good?” I ran my thumb across her pussy, strumming across the lips. I could feel her wetness soaking through her panties, but I wanted to hear her say it.
“Yesss!”
“Tell me what you want.” We hadn’t really done the dirty talk thing since the rooftop, but now I wanted more and more of it. The sound of her voice, low and throaty with excitement, was the ultimate turn on.
“I want you to not stop,” she whispered, her breath hot against my spit-slick nipple. She ground even harder into my hand.
“Like this?” I sped up a little.
“Oh, God, like that!”
“You’re wet. You’re soaking wet, Sylvie.
I bet if I—” I couldn’t resist it any longer.
I grabbed her panties with both hands and pulled them down around her knees, stepping back to give myself room.
Then I speared two fingers up inside her, hard and fast. God, she was soaking, her inner walls hot and silken, almost dripping for me.
She cried out and closed her thighs hard around my hand, trapping it there.
I began to pump my fingers. “God, you’re so wet.
Do you want it?” I pushed up against her leg, letting her feel the bulge at my crotch. “You want this?”
“Ah—Yes….”
I pumped faster, loving the feel of her, my long fingers sliding deep into her secret places. “Where? In your bedroom? On the couch?” I thrust faster still. “Where do you want me to fuck you, Sylvie?”
“R—Right here,” she gasped. “Right here on the table.”