My key card makes a small whirring sound as I slide it through the magnetic lock and hold my breath at the click of the lock releasing. I silently push into the dark apartment. It’s quiet. I can’t even hear Blake’s measured breathing like I expected. The light from the hall behind me illuminates the room before me. It’s just as tidy as it was the last time I was here. The bedroom door is ajar, so I toe off my shoes, setting my purse and bag of groceries on the counter. They will be fine there for a while.
Careful not to make a sound, I tiptoe across the plush carpet, stripping off his shirt and laying it over the back of the couch as I pass it. My dress is the next thing to go. My nimble fingers swiftly unbutton it as I sneak into the bedroom and approach the bed.
Chapter 34
Blake
“Is that Ellie sneaking into your room?” Geno points at his monitor with a laugh. After taking the whole day off yesterday to spend with Ellie and her family, I figured I should come put some hours in with Geno. There’s still a fuck-ton of upgrades that need to be made to the security systems, so when she fell asleep on me mid-sentence just a few hours ago I figured what the hell. I was too keyed up to sleep anyway, wanting to be there with her instead of in my empty bed across town.
I glance over to his screen and chuckle, watching as Ellie glances around to make sure no one is watching before sliding her housekeeping key card into my lock and tiptoeing into my living space. She’s fucking cute with my favorite flannel swallowing her petite frame and her loose hair hanging half-way down her back. She has her purse and another bag over her shoulder. I wonder what she is up to. She’s in for a surprise when she realizes I’m not there.
“Better go see what she’s up to man,” Geno advises, still grinning at her antics. “I guarantee she expects you to be there.”
Just then my phone dings with a text. I glance down, my lips quirking, not surprised to see that it’s from Ellie. I roll back from the long counter and rise, stretching the kinks out of my back and rolling my shoulders to loosen them up. “I’ll be back,” I offer, knowing that she clocks in at seven, so our time is limited.
“No hurry, man. Go spend some time with your woman.” I tilt my chin, acknowledging his words and step
into the hall, swiping my screen. It’s a selfie.
Fuuuck! It’s tasteful and so fucking gorgeous. Just like she is. The photo is Ellie in my bed draped with the sheet, but it’s clear from her bare shoulders and arms and the tantalizing suggestion of her puckered nipples that she is naked underneath it. I don’t even bother waiting for the elevator. Waiting even a couple minutes for it is too long and it’s not that many flights of stairs! I take them two at a time and stop in the stairwell breathing heavily. I give myself ten seconds to catch my breath, because I can’t wait any longer than that, before I push the door open and make my way casually to my door. Geno is probably watching and laughing his ass off about how fast I made it up here.
Fuck him. He’s not the one with the woman of his dreams waiting naked in bed for him. I don’t even care. If he had a woman half as perfect as mine, he wouldn’t waste a second getting to her either. I unlock the door, my hands fumbling with the lock and almost dropping the slick card twice before I’m rewarded with the sound of the lock opening. I push inside and slam the door behind me, announcing my arrival.
A small giggle floats to my ears and I storm the bedroom, tearing my shirt off over my head with one hand while undoing the button and zipper on my jeans with the other, releasing the hard rod straining out of the top of my snug boxer briefs, begging to get into my girl.
“You little brat, why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I growl, falling onto the bed and yanking her against me. Yearning for the silk of her skin under my rough fingers, the sweet taste of her pleasure against my tongue, the wet fire of her slick sheath gripping my cock. I might die without it. Without her.
“Surprise!” She moans softly, her breath feathering against my face. She smells like bubblegum toothpaste again. It makes me fucking crazy. My dick jerks, precum beading at the tip and rolling down my shaft, soaking into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs.
“Best surprise ever,” I rumble as my mouth takes possession of hers and I pull the sheet away from her. Unwrapping my present. Her golden skin glows in the pale light of the lamp and the pink tint of the sunrise just showing through the windows that face it.
Her lips smile against mine as she returns my kiss stroke for stroke, her small, sharp teeth nipping my lip before sucking it into her mouth and soothing the tiny pain with her tongue. I’m going to start every day for the rest of my life loving this woman, I promise myself. I work my hand between us, making sure she’s ready for me.
Her thighs part eagerly for my touch and she thrusts her slippery folds against my seeking fingers, crying out in startled wonder when I drive two inside to firmly rub her g-spot. Her pussy contracts with a gush of her sweetness. She’s drenched and I’m not going to be able to hold back from fucking her for much longer.
Her hands scramble down my back and push at the fabric still covering my ass. “Off!” she demands, tearing her mouth away from mine and glaring fiercely into my eyes. When I don’t move fast enough, she pushes up onto her knees, pushing me onto my back and begins tugging them down until my thickness pops free and slaps against my abs. She abandons the task of removing the remainder of my garments immediately, her attention on my engorged length, and almost-purple-with-need cockhead.
“Ohhh,” she croons, wrapping both of her strong, slim hands around it, and lifting it toward her waiting mouth. She licks the glistening droplet waiting there for her and makes another little sound of excitement. I flex, producing another bead for her enjoyment. “Let’s get these off of you,” she mutters, more to herself than to me and I lift my hips, helping her get my jeans and boxers off so I can see what she has in mind. As much as I want to take her, I want to see where she will go if I let her take the lead.
When I’m as naked as she is, she pushes my thighs apart, making space to kneel between them as she lowers her mouth to my cock and glides down over it with a hum of happiness. Her mouth stretches wide, her lips a tight ring around my substantial girth as she adjusts her angle. The gentle scrape of her teeth against the thick vein when she slides back up is almost more than I can bear and with a throb I pump more precum onto her tongue, forcing myself to stay still. She swallows audibly before repeating the slow glide down my shaft and back up again. Over and over until my hands are fisted in her hair, using it to help guide her movements.
“Angel,” I groan, not wanting her to stop sucking my cock, but needing her to. “Ride my dick, babe.” I want to take my time with her, but time is something we don’t have this morning. Soon, I promise myself. Soon I will have her to myself for as long as I want.
She releases my flesh with a wet pop, her eyes meeting mine as she wipes her mouth with her thumb and does as I directed, straddling my lap. The insides of her thighs are slick with her desire. Her head drops back, mouth open in a silent scream, as she deliberately lowers herself onto my rigid pole, a guttural moan in her throat as she stuffs herself full of me.
Reaching between us I pinch her clit and roll it between my fingers and lift my hips, pushing even deeper. When I’m so deep I can feel the end of her channel kissing the head of my cock I roll my hips, dragging the thick ridge against that special place inside her and at the same time grinding against the stiff little button of her clit. Her inner walls flutter and I’m blown away at how quickly she’s come to the edge. I do it again, repeating the motion the way she did with her mouth and tongue until she’s writhing on top of me her raspy voice moaning a litany of my name and unintelligible words.
Reaching up I slide my hand under her hair, clasping her nape and pulling her down, her breasts rubbing against my lightly furred chest, her mouth seeking and meeting mine. Not kissing, just moaning, nipping and gasping against each other as we strain toward the pinnacle of mutual pleasure.
“Blake!” her voice is thin and breathless as I grip her ass in my big hands and lift her off my cock and slam her down onto it. I do it again, feeling her thighs quiver against my sides. Her pussy contracts like a vice around me. “Again!” she gasps, and I give her what she wants, jabbing my hips up as I slam her down again. She screams, her body going stiff over mine as her cunt clamps down harder than anything I could have ever imagined, strangling my cock and soaking me with her cum.
Her rippling orgasm triggers my own and white light explodes behind my eyes. I roar my own climax, rolling us over and pounding into her softness again and again while hot ropes of cum paint her tight channel with my possession. When my dick finally stops unloading into her, I collapse and roll to the side, sparing her my crushing weight, pressing kisses against her sweaty face until she giggles.
“Wow…” she breathes, then sighs and cuddles closer. “That was…”
“Something else,” I finish for her.
“Exactly,” she murmurs, her voice sleepy. I reach for my jeans still lying on the bed and pull my phone from the pocket. There’s enough time for a nap, I decide, setting an alarm. I should clean her up, but when I move to get up for a washcloth she protests and holds me tighter and I give in to the lethargy making my limbs heavy and doze off with her in my arms.