He banged on her door, the need to see her overwhelming him. She opened the door sleepy eyed only then it dawned on him that it was late.
"Bosco? What time is it?" her mouth covering a yawn
He'd never seen anyone more beautiful. He pushed past her into the apartment
Seriously why did he come here? He blamed her for his death. Did he really? He didn't know, didn't want to. He just wanted to feel her against him, his lips caressing hers. Bodies touching, reaching climax together.
"Bosco why are you here?" she was becoming more awake
"Mikey's dead" came out in a whisper
"And you blame me"
"I-I don't know who to blame" He watched her lips, the way they moved as she was taking this all in. The urge to be with her never been so strong. Her tongue gently moistened her candy lips and he felt himself going hard. He crossed the room in record time grabbing a hold of her shoulders as he kissed her. She didn't kiss back at first but soon she gave in fire igniting between the both of them. He picked her up carrying to her familiar bedroom. Her hands in his hair pulling him closer to her. Their lips broke contact for the briefest second to pull her shirt off and for his. Her moans making him hotter.
His hand slowly made its way towards her pajama pants and his fingers untying the string. His hands slips beneath the fabric and lower still, she was ready for him. More than ready. His mouth tracing out lines of her collar bone and space between her breasts before taking an erect nipple in his mouth and sucking making her gasp for air. He stroked her back and forth at her core. Her moans wanting to give her more. His hand pulled ever so slowly her bottoms down past her ankles and onto the floor. He grew impatient and took his off, his erect penis spring into action making her eyes go wide. She reached out and touched him almost sending him to bliss, he needed self-control and at the moment he had none. She stroked fast and hard causing him to moan and smiled when he did.
He couldn't take it anymore and positioned himself at her opening; he looked directly into her eyes giving her the chance to back off now because once he started he wouldn't be able to stop.
"Don't stop," she whispered, that was all the encouragement he needed as he slipped inside.
He'd never felt anything like this nothing ever came close. Nothing ever would.
She screamed signaled that she had come; he thrust faster until he came too. She pulled his head towards him her lips tasting salty. Both bodies covered in a wet layer of sweat.
He rolled off her still together he lay facing her, her face held no regrets as she smiled. She kissed him again and soon fell asleep wrapped in his arms.
Hey lay there hours later thinking about what hell just happened. How would she great him in the morning? Happiness? A kiss? A look of regret? He wished he could just lie here forever morning never coming. The first lights of dawn sauntered in through the curtains as he fell into a light sleep.
Morning had come.