Walking into the kitchen, I open a couple cupboards in search of the cat's food. It's easy to tell a bachelor lives here. Ian's place isn't really super dirty, or overly messy. It just lacks organization, and maybe a little more direction. And some dusting.
Petting the cat one last time, I grab my guitar, and stare at the note. Holding it over the garbage, I'm about to drop it in, but instead I tuck it in my back pocket. Pulling open his door, I take one last look into his apartment, and close the door behind me.
Crossing the hall, I'm in my place within seconds. Breathing a sigh of relief, I rest my guitar on its stand and drop onto the couch. I'm in shock at what I did the night before. I'm not really the type of girl who goes home with random guys.
But it happened, and Ian actually isn't so bad. He's a pretty nice guy. Nicer than I originally thought.
Pulling his note out of my pocket, I flick the corner back and forth. I can still smell him on me. He's all around me. I can't stop the smile from spreading as I read his note a third, and a fourth time.
It's cute, and I feel a light flutter in my chest each time I read it.
Running my fingers through my hair, they get stuck on several knots and tangles. I'm sure I look like a fucking mess.
I need a shower.
Heading to my bathroom, I stick the note to my fridge on my way by. Turning on the water, I let it run over my wrist until it feels warm. That's another thing with this place. Not only does it feel like the apartment is falling apart around me, the water can go from cold to scalding hot, and then back to freezing in a matter of seconds.
Taking a look in the mirror, I have black smudges around my eyes, and lipstick streaks around my mouth. As I pull my clothes off, I can still see the marks he made on my body. The sex was hot. It was really fucking hot. A little rougher than I'm used to, but surprisingly I enjoyed it.
Touching my neck, I run the pads of my fingers across the red marks where he held me. Moving my fingers to my lips, it's like I can still feel the weight of his kisses on my skin. My lips are little puffier than usual, most likely from the intensity of his mouth on mine.
Even my pussy is tender, my lips swollen from how hard he fucked me. Smirking, I grip the sink and look down at my thighs. There are small bruises on my inner thighs, bruises that are about the size of his fingertips.
Just seeing these sex wounds make my heart skip inside my chest. His cologne fills my senses again, making my clit pulse and my belly tingle.
Steam fogs the mirror, quickly blurring my face. Pushing the curtain aside, I step into the shower. Water rolls down my shoulders, over my breasts, making my nipples hard. Dropping my head back, I let the water soak my hair.
Closing my eyes, the water rushes down my face, and all I can think about is Ian. The way his hands took control of me. The way his lips were warm and wet, bruising my mouth with passionate kisses.
His blue eyes, his jet-black hair, his hard chest and thick arms, I melted the second he touched me. His jawline is sharp, and when he smiles the sexiest little dimples pop on his cheeks.
I didn't get to see those dimples the first time I met him, and I'm glad, because I probably would have been rendered speechless.
Tall, dark, and handsome is the only definition that fits him.
My hands slip over my head and down my neck, moving to my chest. Finding my nipples, I pinch them softly. I'm so turned on just thinking about our night together.
It's been a long time since I've been with someone. Ian wasn't exactly sweet, he was dirty, and told me exactly what he wanted.
I loved it.
Touching myself, I play with my tits. I'm so tender, hot and bothered as this man infiltrates my mind. Twisting my nipples harder, I move one hand over my belly and to my pussy.
Pressing my fingers against my clit, I rub myself gently. Velvety smooth juice slicks my fingers as I move between the folds and dip inside with one finger. My body excites as images of Ian fucking me fill my head.
Turning one finger into two, I fuck my pussy, rubbing my clit against my palm. My body is buzzing, electricity is flowing through my veins as I work my pussy. It's not his cock, my fingers aren't nearly as thick, but I can't shut this off. I have to finish this. I need to end the ache in my core that the thought of him is creating.