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She giggled.
"I try," she replied, and she turned another corner and came to a halt.
"Well, this is my street," she remarked, glancing around at me. "Thanks for walking me back. And getting rid of that guy. I feel better now I know he’s not going to try anything."
"You’re welcome," I replied. "You ever need help with something like that again, you tell me, okay?"
She looked up at me through her lashes. I could see something in her eyes – maybe just the reflection of the streetlights around us, or maybe, just maybe, something else. Something more demanding, something more pressing, something that seemed to nag at the back of my mind.
"I will," she murmured. "Would you mind walking me to my door? Just in case, I mean..."
"Sure," I agreed, and, as we walked, I felt her fingers skim briefly against mine – was that deliberate? I didn’t want to overstep any lines here, but there was a part of me, a part of me I couldn’t ignore, that felt a tingle run up my arm at the sensation of her touch.
I reached for her again, my hand sliding against hers, and she spread her fingers so I could wrap mine around her – neither of us said anything, but I could see her smiling out of the corner of my eye. Fuck, I knew this was a bad idea, and yet, I couldn’t seem to pull my hand away – I couldn’t seem to let go of her, to ease up on touching her.
She paused outside the door to her apartment building, and turned to face me – there it was again, that look in her eyes, that look that told me how much was going on inside her head.
"You okay?" I murmured, as I shifted to face her properly – our bodies were just a few inches apart, her hand still wound around mine, still holding on to me.
"I don’t think I’m ready for you to go yet," she breathed. And, all at once, her gaze shifted down to my lips – and I knew what she was thinking. I knew what she needed.
And, right now, it was exactly what I needed, too.
Slowly, I lifted a hand to her cheek, cupping it there for a moment before I closed the distance between us and planted a kiss on her mouth. A soft one, gentle, not pushing things any further than they needed to go – I wanted her to take the lead here, her to tell me just what she needed, because I wasn’t going to hurry this along. When I pulled back, I stared down at her, and she looked back at me steadily – and then, all at once, moved into me again, and kissed me properly.
I couldn’t hold back, All the want I had been feeling for her all this time rising up to get the better of me. I grabbed her waist and pulled her into me, parting her lips with my tongue and kissing her hard, not caring who in this quiet street might have seen us – how could I care, when she felt as good as this, when her touch seemed to light me up in ways nothing else did? I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t even come close. I ached for her, needed her, needed to feel her close to me, more than anything in the world, and nothing was going to come close to sating me until I had.
She pushed the door to the apartment building open and the two of us tumbled inside of it together, hands all over each other, grabbing for one another as though we couldn’t get enough. I knew this was risky, and I knew I really should have known better than to get in on Avda’s woman, but I didn’t care in that moment. I couldn’t care. I couldn’t give a damn about anything other than the feel of her hands pushing beneath my skirt, skimming over my lower back, her fingernails dragging against my skin.
I lifted her from the ground and pressed her back against the closed door behind us – the small windows in it that looked out onto the street outside seemed to try and warn me that things could so easily go wrong, we could so easily be caught, if we weren’t careful, but how could I care about any of that? How could I care about anything but her right now?
"Fuck," she gasped against my mouth, as she hooked her legs around me. I could already feel myself stirring against her, my body demanding more. My mind was filled with images of her and Avda together, of the look on her face when she had reached her release, and how much I wanted to push her into that pleasure herself – nothing would satisfy me like seeing her give in to the way I could make her feel, watching her go over the edge and into that release she needed so badly.
I pushed her skirt up over her hips and reached between her legs, tearing her panties off and stuffing them into my pocket – couldn't leave them on the ground where someone might find them, no, I knew we had to be a little more careful than that.
"You want me to fuck you?" I asked her, and she nodded, pressing her forehead to mine, hands on my shoulders, fingers digging into my skin. Her eyes were blazing with want, flecks of gold spattered about in that deep green that I could see now I was this close to her.
I unzipped my pants, sliding a hand beneath her ass to keep her up, and took it into my hand. I wanted her to feel me, and I wanted to take in the look on her face as I slipped all the way inside of her for the first time. Nothing else would satisfy me. I gazed at her as I planted myself at her entrance and then, finally, I began to push myself into her.
I fed my cock into her for the first time, and watched as her face reflected the sensation - her jaw slackening, her eyes half-lidded, her body trembling as she tightened her grip around me, pulling me in even deeper. Her ankles were hooked behind my back, drawing me in, drawing me close, like she couldn’t imagine anything better than this – couldn't imagine anything she wanted more.
"How does it feel?" I asked her, brushing my lips against hers as I held myself there inside of her, pushed into her up to the hilt.
"It feels..." she breathed, and then swallowed hard, like she needed a moment to gather herself. "It feels so fucking good..."
That was all I needed to hear. I began to move into her properly, taking her in long, deep strokes, knowing that we didn’t have much time before we risked someone walking in on us like this. If I wanted her, I had to take her now, before we were busted in the act – and, fuck, no matter how stupid and reckless it might have been, it just made me want her more.
I kissed her hard as I fucked her, my tongue in her mouth, her teeth catching on my lip, as she slid her hands up to my hair, fingers pressed against my scalp. We were breathing in each other's breath, gorging ourselves on one another, unable to get enough, unable to even come close to imagining getting enough – Ididn’t care what kind of trouble it might have landed us in, this need between us was too intense to deny, and I wasn’t going to let anything get in the way of it.
I pressed myself against her, driving myself into her as deep as I could go, and she rocked her hips back against me, taking as much of me as she could with every thrust. I could tell she was getting close, could feel her thighs starting to twitch against me, and I wanted to see her go over the edge – no, I craved it, from someplace deep down inside of me, I craved it like nothing else in the world.
And, all at once, I felt it – the unmistakable sensation of her body convulsing around mine, of her pussy tensing against me, squeezing me tight, like every part of her was trying to pull me in close. I pushed in deep one last time and held myself there, letting her feel me filling her as she came, but it didn’t take long till the sensations pushed me over the edge, too.
I could feel her breath, shaky and helpless, against my mouth, both of us doing all we could to keep our voices down and keep the neighbors from being alerted as to what was going on here – all it would have taken was one of them opening their door, and I would have been caught, pushed deep inside of her, filling her with my seed, right then and there.
But I couldn’t care less, as the pleasure crested and broke inside of me, long, deep waves of it coursing through my entire system. I knew I had just made things a whole lot more complicated between me and her – and me and Avda, for that matter – but when it felt this good, I couldn’t have cared less.
Chapter Fourteen – Avda
