Yves was glad she decided to take a cab instead of hoofing it the few blocks between Elijah’s place and hers. His condo was on the Delaware River, right under the Ben Franklin Bridge and the wind whipping off the river was more than brisk, it was damn cold. She paid the cabbie and rushed across the sidewalk to his building’s lobby doors. The doorman knew her and they exchanged hellos as she made her way toward the elevator doors.
Her pulse kicks up a notch as the elevator doors slide closed. She was excited to see him. Yves allows herself a moment of giddy happiness but attempts to bottle it up when the doors open on his floor.
She has had a key to his place for months but this is the first time she’s had the balls to use it. The key slid home with a soft click and she pushed the door open. It’s warm and quiet inside his condo. Not to mention clean. The living room with its deep seated leather furniture is spotless. The wood surfaces gleam and the scent of orange oil hangs in the air. In the kitchen a short, leaded glass rests on the black granite countertop but, otherwise it too is clean. His excessive cleanliness used to unnerve her but now she was beginning to wonder if it was rubbing off on her. Knowing that he may drop by her place at anytime has forced her to keep it a bit neater and surprisingly, it hasn’t been as hard to maintain as she thought. Maybe there really was something to having a place for everything and everything in its place. Yves stepped out of her short ankle boots at the door and shucked the rest of her clothing as she made her way to Elijah’s bedroom. The door was open just a crack and she peeked in–there he was with his big body spread across the big, white bed. She pushed the door open quietly and tip-toed over to his bedside. Goosebumps roughened her skin as she pulled back the down comforter and slid in next to him. His peach soft skin was deliciously warm and when she fit her body against his he shifted and sighed, curling his arm around her to draw her closer.
“I knew you’d come,” he said, his voice deep and rough with sleep. Yves laughed and kissed his shoulder.
“You knew huh?”
“Yes,” he said his voice smug.
“You can’t resist all of this.”
“A bit full of ourselves, aren’t we?”
He shook his head. “Just stating the facts, ma’am.”
“Facts, huh? Well, I think the only hard true fact is that you were here waiting for me.” She searched his body under the blanket. Her hands swept across his chest, his rippled belly and skimmed across his pelvic bone. “Waiting naked, I might add.”
“Who says I was waiting? I always sleep like this.”
Yves’ touch grew bolder, slipped down to grasp his cock. “Really?” she asked. “I don’t know…” She gave him a gentle squeeze and he quicken in her palm. “It kinda feels like you were waiting for me.”
He moaned and grinned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. That’s just morning wood.”
Yves pushed back the blankets and slide down his torso. “You sure this isn’t for me?” she asked, then gazed at his cock longingly. “Cause if this isn’t for me, it seems wrong to do this…” she finished her statement with a broad lick to his shaft that made his hips lift of the mattress. Her favorite sexy smile played across his lips.
“Okay, maybe some of it’s for you,” he admitted.
Yves rewarded him with another lick and wrapped her lips around the tip. His hips surged upward again and he whimpered when she pulled the warmth of her mouth away. “Just some of it?” She took all of him in her mouth and sucked him until he was making little gasping sounds and fucking his cock into her mouth.
“All of it’s for you,” he whispered weakly and it made her heart melt. Crazy that she spent a week away from him–away from this. Starving herself of the one and only thing she really wanted.