AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Then I’m gripping her by the waist and pulling her on top of me. Her hands land on either side of my face and she leans in to continue our kiss. I palm the back of her head and push my hips up into her. She moans into my mouth and bears down on me, rolling her hips in search of the friction she needs.
The sound of someone’s car beeping after the owner has locked their door has her stripping her lips from me. “We should take this inside before someone sees us.”
She’s right, I know she is, but I groan my dissent anyway before picking her up by the waist and depositing her back in the passenger seat. I waste no time getting out of the truck and walking around to open the passenger side door for her. Twyla smiles and I help her out of the truck, keeping her hand in mine as we make our way to the elevator.
I so badly want to push her into a corner of the elevator car and place my lips on hers again, but I know from experience that the elevator will stop in the lobby to pick up some more passengers and they’d get an eyeful if I try to sneak even one kiss. I doubt I can refrain from devouring her.
Three people hop on when the elevator stops at the lobby, and the ascent takes forever. Finally, the elevator reaches the thirty-third floor and the doors slide open. Twyla and I walk fast down the hallway, her hand in mine.
“Your place or mine?” I ask when we’re close to our apartments.
“Yours,” she says in a breathy voice that I hope is from being turned on and not because we’re almost running down the hall.
I miss the key in the lock twice because of shaking hands from needing this woman so badly. When I finally manage to get the key in the hole, I push open the door. Twyla walks right past me, paying no mind to Zeus, who is meowing for her attention, and heads straight to the hallway. I lock the door then follow her to my bedroom, closing the door on Zeus when he attempts to follow.
I turn to face her, where she’s standing in the middle of the room, chest heaving with breath.
“Last chance to opt out,” I say.
“Not a chance.”
We take a few steps toward one another and collide in the middle. Our mouths meet and my hands roam down to her ass, pulling her up so her legs are around my waist. She’s so much smaller than me that it barely takes any effort to keep her there, and I decide then and there that I’ll be fucking her like this at some point.
Twyla’s tits rub against my chest as I deepen the kiss, moving it from uncontrolled lust to something slightly more patient. I want to bask in the slow slide of our tongues as I deepen the kiss and inhale her scent, committing this to memory.
I walk us over to the bed. When the mattress hits my calves, I bend and lay Twyla down. She stares up at me, lids half-drawn, as I straighten up. I crouch to take her left leg and remove her shoe, then the other one. She sits up and watches me silently as I undress her. I pull her shirt up over her head, revealing her navy lace bra.
Unable to help myself, I run my tongue along the swell of her breast up to her collarbone, which I suck gently for a moment. Twyla sighs and her hand goes to the back of my head. I repeat the same motion on the other side and dip down farther to pull her stiff nipple into my mouth through the thin fabric, pressing her back against the mattress.
Her back arches. “That feels so good, Chase.”
All I want to do is to make her feel good, so I do it again until I become too impatient and undo her pants before sliding them down her legs.
This is it. I’m going to see Twyla naked for the first time. The woman I’ve been fantasizing about and masturbating to for years.
I press the clip that rests between her breasts and they spring free, the scraps of lace still clinging to her nipples until I slowly drag them off. Twyla takes a quick breath.
Next, I slide her underwear down her legs, tossing it behind me. Then I straighten up and take a moment to just take her in. Naked in my bed, ready and wanton and more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen. Her riot of curls lie scattered around her head on the mattress and I know without a doubt that my favorite hairstyle of hers will be when it has that just-fucked look.
“Your turn.”
I expect her to be somewhat shy our first time together, but this woman is looking at me as if she wants to eat me up. It makes my already hard cock push with even greater force against the fabric of my pants.
Twyla sits up then stands and takes a few steps so she’s in front of me. I can’t help myself—I palm her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples.
Her eyes flutter closed. “Now you’re distracting me from getting you undressed.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
She shakes her head. “No, but I want you naked too, so you probably should.”
After tweaking her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I drop my hands and help her push off my suit jacket, then watch as she loosens my tie. I yank it off while she undoes my dress shirt button by button, and I pull it out from being tucked into my pants. My heart pounds with anticipation by the time her hands slide up and over my chest to push the fabric over my shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor.
She undoes my belt. As I watch, I can barely believe we’re here, about to do this. I’ve thought of Twyla so much over the years, but she was with that asshat, so I never actually entertained the idea that this day would come.
She slides my belt out of the loops, tosses it to the floor, then undoes the button and zipper on my dress pants. I help her push the waistband of my boxer briefs past my engorged cock, then I step out of my pants so that we both stand naked in front of each other.
“Wow,” she says with what sounds like awe.
