I curved my splayed hands around her round backside, and one of her bare legs curled around me, which was a green light in my mind, one I didn’t intend to let go to waste. My hands skimmed up her body, taking her sexy little dress on the journey with me.
I palmed her between her legs, rubbing in a circular pattern and getting drunk and hard as fuck with every moan and roll of her hips. On instinct, my other hand circled the front of her throat, forcing her to look at me and only me. Not breaking eye contact with her, I slid her white lace panties to the side, hunting for the lips of her pussy. The second I found her slick entrance I drove two fingers inside, anchoring my thumb on her clit.
I moved slowly at first, watching her face twist with a combination and pleasure and pain.
“Kon, oh hell, like that. Exactly like that,” she mumbled, her words slurred and thick with lust.
I slammed my lips against hers, my finger picking up speed and curving with the exact angle to bring her to a fever pitch. She tugged at my pants until she had them over my hips. As much as I wanted to drag this out, I couldn’t. I’d wanted to slide inside her for too many months to wait another second.
When I pulled out my fingers, her eyes went wide. I ripped her panties from her body and her lips tipped up. Damn, this woman. She was naughty and nice wrapped up in one helluva sultry package.
I tilted up her hips, and in a single thrust, I was inside of her. She was tight, yet wet enough that I didn’t meet much resistance. Her walls squeezed around me and all I could think was this woman was made for me. A lengthy moan echoed through my apartment, and I couldn’t be sure if it came from her or me. Maybe both of us.
She circled her legs around my waist, and her hips started undulating. I couldn’t go slow or attempt to be gentle. My dick hammered in and out of her. Flesh slapped against flesh. The picture banged against the wall repeatedly, only stopping when it fell to the floor and the glass shattered around our feet.
I pulled one lace covered nipple into my mouth, then the other. Her hips moved faster, matching my punishing pace.
Her eyes fluttered shut. Sweat curved down my spine. My shirt clung to my skin. Her fingers dug into my biceps.
“Oh God, Kon. I’m…”
My teeth graze her ear, and I groaned. “I know, solnyshka, I know.” And I did know. I could feel her hot, wet pussy gripping me in waves. I kept pumping, my fingers digging into her thighs.
Her sex drunk eyes popped open and she licked her bottom lip. I couldn’t hold back for another second. I exploded, releasing my lust for this woman that had been building for years.
Burying my head into the crook of her neck, I inhaled her familiar lemon scent now mixed with the smell of sex. It had to be the best smell in the world.
Her legs slid to the floor, and it felt as if New York City had conspired against us, deciding to go completely silent. No cars honked, the elevator didn’t ding, the air conditioning unit didn’t kick on, my crazy neighbor didn’t crank up his TV. Enough time passed that the sweat cooled on my skin.
I opened my mouth to break the awkward silence hanging over us like an invisible shroud. Before I could get any words out, she forced me away from her, glass from the now broken picture crunching under the soles of my boots.
“I need to go home,” she whispered, her voice shaky and unsure. She reached for her dress, aborting the action when she saw the glass from the picture sprinkled over the soft material. What a fucking mess. She couldn’t wear it home.
I scrutinized her for any hints of her state of mind. I didn’t see anything except a slight tremor in her hands, which could be good or bad. “Stay. We’ll have dinner.”
She swallowed hard. “Where’s the bathroom? I need to put myself together.”
“Down the hall on the right. There’s a robe on the back of the door if you want to…” This didn’t need to be so uncomfortable. We enjoyed the hell out of each other. We were both willing participants. I liked her more than any other woman that had flitted through my life lately, and I think she felt the same. Unfortunately, I had no idea how to ease the sudden tension.
Nodding a little too vigorously, she skirted around the shattered picture, her dress, and me.
Seconds later, the bathroom door slammed and I heard the distinct sound of crying.
Fuck.
This was the reason I stayed clear of anything resembling a relationship since Laney. I couldn’t stand the tears, the fighting, and the constant yo-yoing of emotions.
I fastened my pants and made my way down the hall, knowing in all likelihood, she didn’t want to talk to me.
“Hey.” I cracked open the door and leaned my shoulder into the doorjamb. “Is everything okay?”