Now.
I drag her off the floor and pull her over me and in one hard pump I’m halfway in. She whimpers and, with my hands on her hipbones, I move her from side to side to loosen her up for me. She rises onto her knees a little higher, and I circle my thumb over her clitoris to open her up. Unable to help it, I slide my fingers lower and wipe them through her dripping wet lips, and I hiss out loud.
My cock begins to thump.
The air crackles between us. I’ve never had sex like I do with her—intimate and raw. She’s on fucking fire.
She slides down and takes the full length of my cock, and we both stare at each other as we hold off moving, teetering on the edge of our orgasms. It’s deep like this, making both of us come almost instantaneously.
It just feels too good.
“Legs up, baby,” I mouth.
Like the good girl that she is, she brings her legs up into a squatting position and rests her hands on my shoulders. The room begins to spin.
I tip my head back, and she licks up my neck and runs her teeth along my jaw. “Fuck me,” she breathes into my ear.
My jaw clenches. Careful, I remind myself as my hands tighten on her ass. My eyes drop to her bouncing breasts. I’ll never get sick of this view.
The ultimate aphrodisiac.
Something snaps when I’m inside of her; I lose all control, blinded by the ultimate target—the need to fuck and come hard.
Slowly, I lift her up, and she smiles in anticipation. Then, I slam her down onto me.
She cries out, and I’m lost to the sensation.
Lost to her.
I lift her and slam again and again, and her beautiful, hot cunt ripples around me.
Her lips take mine and, oh… fuck, I love this woman.
She clenches down, and we both moan as an orgasm runs between us. Our lips fall tender, and she holds my face in her hands.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I smile up at her in awe and kiss her chest. I hold her body to mine, my head against her breasts.
I’m home.
Eliza
Nathan pulls the car into the underground parking lot.
“This is it?” I frown as I dip my head to look up at the swanky building. It looks like a trendy warehouse with big archway windows. The bricks are dark and distressed, and the doorman stands by the grand entranceway, wearing a black suit. “How many apartments are in here?” I ask.
“Eight.”
“What’s in the rest of the building?” I frown as he scans his key and the garage door goes up. We drive down two levels.
“Nothing, it’s all apartments.”
“What the hell?” My eyes flicker to Nathan. “This is all apartments? How much did this cost you?”
“Enough.” He parks the car and gets out. He opens my door and he takes my hand before he leads me to the elevator. Moments later, the elevator doors open up to a private landing.
“Who else is on this floor?” I ask.