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“I’m sure of you now,” she said, her voice firm. “I’m committed to you.”
I pulled her even closer, my heart swelling as the cab pulled up to my building. I slipped out first, offering her my hand as she stepped onto the sidewalk.
“Oh, I have nothing here to wear,” she said, a hint of worry in her voice.
“Do you want to go home?” I asked, though the thought of letting her go even for a moment made my chest tighten.
“I’ll make do,” she replied with a smile, her eyes full of warmth and promise.
I held her hand as we rode the elevator up and down the hall to my apartment, unwilling to lose the connection between us. It wasn’t until we reached my bedroom that I reluctantly let her go.
“Do you want to wear this t-shirt to bed?” I asked, pulling out a black shirt from my dresser and holding it up.
“No,” she said, shaking her head with a small smile. “I want the one you’re wearing under your dress shirt.”
“It’s dirty,” I warned, not quite understanding her request.
“It’s not, and it smells like you,” she insisted. “I want to be close to you.”
“You don’t need to wear my clothes to be close to me,” I murmured, stepping closer. “You have me right here.”
“I still want it,” she said, her voice soft but firm. “I want to be enveloped by your scent.”
I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her, though the sound of her laughter filled me with warmth. Hearing her happy again made my heart swell with love.
“Enveloped you shall be,” I teased, slipping off my tuxedo jacket. Erika kicked off her heels, shrinking a few inches, and I watched her, captivated by how effortlessly she moved. As I started to pull at my tie, she stepped forward and pushed my hands away, taking over. Her fingers grasped the edge of the tie and tugged, her gaze never leaving mine. Then, slowly, she began unbuttoning my shirt, pressing her nose against my chest and inhaling deeply.
“You smell so good,” she murmured, her voice laced with longing. “I love how you smell.”
“You should take your hair down,” I suggested, my fingers itching to run through her silky locks.
“Later,” she whispered, her hands still working on my buttons. “I want to help you undress.”
“Undress away,” I said, surrendering to her touch.
She pulled the tails of my shirt from my pants, her fingers brushing against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. Then she moved to my belt, her hands deftly unbuckling it before opening my slacks. When her hand grazed my cock as she unzipped me, I almost groaned, feeling myself twitch in response.
“You should get undressed,” I murmured, my voice thick with desire. “Let me help.”
Erika turned around, presenting her back to me, and I grasped the zipper of her dress, skimming my fingers over the smooth skin of her back as I slowly pulled it down. The dress slipped to the floor in a shimmering emerald heap, and she stepped out, wearing only a black thong. The sight of her perfect derriere had me instantly hard, my desire for her almost overwhelming.
“Take off your t-shirt; I’m chilly,” she said, her voice a seductive whisper.
I whirled her around, my eyes locking onto her hardened, rosy nipples. The urge to suck them, to taste her, was almost unbearable, but I held back, not wanting to rush things.
“Looks like you have a bit of a problem there,” she teased, her hand slipping into my slacks.
“Tonight isn’t about sex,” I said, my voice low and controlled. “It’s about getting reacquainted.”
“Suppose I want sex?” she challenged, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
“Then we can discuss it,” I replied, trying to keep my composure.
“You know it’s after nine,” she said, her voice taking on a playful edge. “In a few hours, it won’t be today any longer. What about sex after the stroke of midnight?”
“You won’t give up, will you?” I asked, smirking at her persistence.
“Have you ever known me to?” she countered, raising an eyebrow.
