She is Mine

Chris is waiting on the stairs ahead of me, leaning on the wall and looking down at me. I’d taken off my shoes for this climb and I’m taking a minute to catch my breath. I’m also taking a minute to appreciate the view. It hasn’t just been a long time since I’ve been fucked, it’s been ages since I’ve been properly fucked, and by a guy this fucking sexy…Well, I’m going to appreciate the anticipation for a moment or two.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Chris asks.

“Why not?” I counter and start climbing the last flight of stairs. He follows me down the hallway to my room. Every nerve in my body is on fire and aware of his body behind me, just inches away.

We step inside and I flip on a lamp. It casts a golden glow over everything. I’m relieved I left the place tidy before I left for Kate’s party. That’s a small miracle. I slip off Chris’s jacket and drape it over the arm of the couch.

“Would you like the grand tour?” I kid, sweeping my hands around the room.

“I like it,” he says. “Très parisien.”

I shift my weight from one foot to the other. Just twenty minutes before we had our tongues in each other’s mouths and I felt his dick pressing against me. But now, in the intimacy of this small room, I don’t know what to do. I don’t feel so bold anymore.

“Let me get you a glass of water,” I say to fill the silence. I slip past him and into the tiny bathroom, turning on the tap and letting it run for a minute before I fill up the glass. I’ve been assured that the water is safe to drink, but I figure in a building like this, with pipes over a century old, you can’t be too safe. I’m also gathering my courage to make a move. I want this, and I want him to know I want this. Badly. I place the glass under the faucet, fill it to the top, and turn off the water. When I turn around, Chris is directly behind me.

“Thanks,” he says, taking the glass from my hand. He drinks the water in a single draught, and I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat. Even though I’m not drinking, I swallow too. Hard. He reaches around me and places the glass on the edge of the sink. I hold my breath. He takes his hand to my shoulder, and without much effort, pushes the shoulder of my top down to my elbow. He traces a single finger down my arm and back up before pushing the other shoulder down and exposing my bra beneath. I pull my arms out of the sleeves, leaving the jumpsuit’s top hanging around my waist. Without any subtlety, he stares at my tits, barely covered by my white lace bra. He trails that finger slowly back up my arm, tracing my collarbone and then running it between my breasts, over my cleavage. With his palm, he ghosts across my nipple, and I grab onto the sink behind me, trying to remain on my feet.

“You know,” he whispers, leaning in closer, his hot breath on my cheek and his palm rubbing against me, “you were giving me little peeks of these all night. You’ve kept me so fucking hard.”

The friction of the fabric on my nipple is electric, and I feel it hardening under his touch. He isn’t in a rush, and he keeps rubbing, slowly and sensually. My chest is rising and falling, and my eyes are fixated on his face. On his eyes that haven’t left my tits, on his mouth, the tip of his tongue licking his lips. I can feel myself getting wet, and as much as I want to touch him, to see what’s underneath his suit, I want this moment to last forever, with him building me up and holding me right there on the edge.

After what seems like an agonizing eternity, he leans down and kisses my neck. A feather light kiss where my shoulder meets my neck. He trails these kisses up to my ear, into my hair, and I can feel his tongue, tracing a white-hot line on my skin. His hand switches to my other breast, but this time, he roughly pulls the fabric aside, tweaking my nipple between his thumb and finger, quickly bringing it too a peak and causing me to slump backward onto the sink’s ledge. Chris grabs my hair, tilting back my head, biting and kissing his way down the other side of my neck, growing hungrier by the second. He leads me like this out of the bathroom and pushes me against the short ladder leading up to the bed. Finally, finally, he dips his head low and I feel the white-hot pleasure of his mouth on my breast, sucking and lathing my nipple. A moan escapes my lips, and that seems to undo him.