Goldie Locks: Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

Satisfied with holding each other as we walk and stopping to kiss her from time to time, we end up closer to civilization at some point after an hour or two. I hail a passing cab, taking us both back to her apartment.

Phoebe looks as tired as I feel, but there’s too much of a spark between us to make either of us want to show it.

Little Trixie, her baby is waiting patiently by the door once we get to her apartment, and Phoebe tells me we’ll need to walk her.

Sooner rather than later is best, I find out. Not even minding when I scoop up after her tiny dog before we even get half a block away.

“I think she likes you,” Phoebe teases me, but even I notice how interested little Trixie is in her mommy’s new best friend.

I deliberately avoid bringing up anything to do with those notes she’s been getting, nothing is going to ruin this for either of us. I promise her and myself silently.

After a brisk walk for a few more blocks before we head back, little Trixie is ready for a rest but there’s only one thing on my mind.

Fortunately, Phoebe feels the same way, and not long after we get back inside her apartment, we gravitate towards each other again. Our mouths locked and our bodies in a passionate embrace.

I want more than just hugs and kisses now, and her straying hands tell me she wants more as well.

“I want you, Phoebe,” I tell her between kisses. Both hands on her ample chest and her long flowing locks brushing against me as she moans loudly. She’s holding my hands there herself and guiding me to move my thick fingers over her stiff nipples just how I discover she likes it.

Her breathing matches mine, rapid and heavy. There’s no use denying ourselves anything anymore as we both feel helpless under the invisible force between us that’s bringing us together.

“Tell me you want it,” I groan in her ear, feeling her hand run up and down my hardness through my pants.

“I want you here,” she coos, gripping me through the fabric before guiding one of my hands between her thick thighs, gasping at my touch.

I can feel her heat already, sensing her wetness. Needing to taste all of her in my mouth and I tell her so.

“I want you to sit on my face and fuck it until you come in my mouth,” I hear myself telling her. Almost ordering her to do it, which only makes her whimper harder, her head giving little nods as she starts to struggle out of her work clothes.

Taking stock of the situation, I calm her with my lips, slowing the excitement just long enough so I can enjoy undressing her myself.

Teasing her clothes off her creamy smooth shoulders, running my lips across every inch of her exposed skin while she shudders under my touch.

“I want to unwrap you myself first though,” I whisper to her, trying hard to save her essence for last, but finding my hand straying between her legs again once her pants are down, bringing her juices to my lips and tasting her before letting her taste herself on my lips.

“Maxwell…” she gasps, her trembling hands clawing at me as she struggles to speak.

In moments she’s down to her bra and sodden panties, her chest heaving under my grip before I press her whole shivering body against mine. The heat and hardness from my own arousal pressing into her mound, making her jerk suddenly, already so close to her own climax.

I can sense it.

“You’ll come when I say so, and only when you’re on my mouth,” I remind her, teasing her sex with a stiff finger, tracing a line up from her wetness, all the way up her belly to her mouth where she takes it into her mouth and nods.

“Good girl,” I praise her, wondering just how long I can maintain my control, feeling like I’m ready to explode just seeing her almost fully naked like this.

It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen let alone had pressed right up against me.

She’s the most beautiful thing on earth and I tell her so, feeling her bite onto my lip as she kisses me so hard I see stars.

Her couch is a fold-out bed, still unmade from where she slept yesterday but perfect for the occasion.

Laying back for me, looking up at me she covers herself shyly at first but opens her legs and moves her arms once I tear off my own shirt.

She’s shown me hers, now I’ll show her mine.

She’s writhing on the spot, tugging her own panties to one side by the time I free my thick length from my pants, which I step out of in seconds, completely naked and rock hard before her.