"You're pretty satisfied with yourself right now aren't you?" she asked him as she pulled some pajamas from her drawer.
"Aww I don't know," he said lying down on her bed and putting his hands behind his head. "I could get a little more satisfied."
She rolled her eyes at him and went into the bathroom to put on her night clothes. When she came back in the room he had made himself a little more comfortable, by taking off his shirt.
"Nice try," she told him. "You can either leave or hit the sofa."
"Naw, I thought I'd stay in here and talk with you."
"You show up at my apartment, refuse to leave so I can have some alone time with my boyfriend, now yo…," she tried to finish but he cut her off.
"So he's your boyfriend now?" he asked her with raised eyebrows.
"Yes," she almost yelled at him. "For like a couple of months now, in case you haven't been around to notice…oh wait, you have been around… you're always around even when you're not wanted. Like tonight."
"Well if you would've just talked to me, I would be out of you're hair by now."
"So you mean to tell me that if I'd just let you talk, this could all have been avoided; tonight, all the taunting, and messing with Jacob?"
He just nodded.
"Okay then," she said folding her arms. "Talk." She stared at him waiting for him to talk.
"Well now I'm nervous."
"You're full of shit," she said waving him off. She was about to walk away from him, but he jumped up off of the bed and grabbed her arm.
"Lise wait," he said pulling her back to stand in front of him. He looked into her eyes, and cursed himself. After months of wanting to talk to her and planning what he would say, it was all lost to him. He decided to just wing it, and for once be truthful. "I'm sorry."
She shifted her weight and waited for him to continue. "What I said and did was stupid."
"Well I think I said that a few times my self," she told him.
"More than a few actually," he told her. "It was new territory for me."
"Yeah, because you don't screw a different girl every week," she said sarcastically.
"Not the sex," he told her. "The feelings that came along with it." He watched as her facial expression changed and she seemed to be a little more interested in what he was saying. "Usually I would meet a girl, have sex with her, and then get rid of her before I could find out anything about her. But you were different. I knew too much about you, I was caught up before we even got to have sex. And that freaked me out, so I had to get back to what I knew best. And unfortunately that happened to be trying to get with every hot female that I came across. I hurt you, and I'm sorry for that. And in case you haven't noticed, I'm not good with expressing my feelings."
She smiled up at him. "Yeah I've noticed," she said quietly, having bared witnessed to a lot of the crazy things he did to get his feelings across, which people still never really seemed to get unless they were fluent in 'House'. She thought about the birthday card. "But you're getting better."
"So does that mean you finally forgive me?" he asked hopefully.
She sighed. "Yeah, I forgive you."
"Okay now there's no take backs," he told her. "You can't bring it up when you get mad at me because that's an automatic win for you."
She laughed at him, knowing that a lot of arguing would probably be going on. "I said I forgive you," she told him, letting him know that it was indeed over and forgotten about.
"So can I stay?" he asked. "It's a little cold outside."
"Sure," she said with a smile. "The sofa's all yours." He smiled back at her, amused at her attempt to get rid of him. She should have known that wasn't going to work.
"I don't think so," he said mostly to himself.
She started to walk pass him to get to her bed, but he pulled her back by her arm and pushed her up against the wall before leaning down and pressing his lips to hers. She didn't kiss back right away, and tried to push him off. The fists that were hitting him in his chest trying to push him away quickly came to wrap around his neck as she opened her mouth to allow his tongue access. He couldn't help the smile that came to his face when she started to kiss back. He had her right where he wanted her. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one of his hands as his lips moved to her neck. His other hand started to roam her body and quickly found its way under her shirt. She began letting out soft moans at the feel of his lips on her neck. He started to pull her shirt upward as he continued biting and kissing on her neck. He lifted her shirt until it rested high on her chest, exposing her tight stomach and her breasts to him. He heard her gasp and felt her struggle a little against him to free her hands as he brought his lips down to her left breast. But he had a firm grip on her as he flicked his tongue at her erect nipple. He took it in his mouth and began to nibble and suck on it.
She struggled harder to free her hands so she could bring them down to his neck and gain some control in the situation. But he had her right where he wanted her, completely under his control, and for some reason that made the pool of moister between her thighs grow that much quicker. She felt his hands start to caress her ass as he continued sucking on her breast. She then felt his fingers dip just inside of the waistband of her loose pajama bottoms. He started to slowly pull them downward.
"Step out of them," he told her after letting her breast go with a loud smacking sound, letting her know that he had enjoyed it almost as much as her. He only pulled her pants down to the point where he wouldn't have to let go of her wrists. He wasn't ready to give her back control just yet. She stepped out of her pants and a loud moan escaped her as she felt his mouth now on her right breast. He pulled his hand a little further up the wall, bringing her wrist along with it so that she was now standing on her toes. She heard another loud smacking sound as he again pulled his mouth away from her breast. He took a deep breath as he stood back and looked at her in just her boy cut shorts and her t-shirt still riding high on her chest, exposing her now glistening nipples. She bit down on her lip and shook her head flipping a stray curl out of her face as she stared at him, waiting to see what he would do next. He gave an audible groan as his erection began to throb in his pants, and a smile came to her face, knowing she had that effect on him. She had long gotten over her shyness about sex and her body, but he knew that he still had some things he needed to teach her. He knew that having sex with her meant that this would officially become a relationship. There would be no way of getting out of it this time, without losing her for good. She had reduced him to titles, and this made him decide on what the first lesson would be.
He pressed his lips back to hers as his hand again went to her almost bare back side, using the hand that was still holding her wrists to lean against the wall. She moaned into his mouth when he gave her a firm smack on the butt before moving his hand to her stomach. His fingers ran circles around her belly button and he felt her smile against his lips. He smiled and pulled away,
"Ticklish, I see," he said as his hands began to slide farther down. He pressed his palm against her stomach and slid his fingers into her panties. She couldn't hold back her moan as his fingers instantly slid between her folds. Her eyes quickly darted down to see his hands moving around in her panties.
"Mmm, you're so wet," he said making her look back up at him. "Did I get you this wet Lise? Are you wet for me?" He asked staring her in her eyes.
She moaned and closed her eyes as she felt his finger brush across her button. "Look at me Lisa," he said softly as he continued to run his finger over the sensitive bundle of nerves. She opened her eyes and looked into his. "Are you wet for me?" he repeated.
She knew what he wanted just like all along he had known what she had wanted. He had made a silent agreement to give it to her, but he wanted what he considered to be one of the most ultimate ego boosts. And right know, half naked with her arms pinned above her head and her body making her mind betray her, she was in no position to refuse him of that.
"Huh Lise? Are you wet for me?"
"Yeah," she breathed out. He smiled at her as his finger slid deeper into her panties towards her hole. She let out a small cry as she felt his fingers circle her entrance before going back up to her nub. He again began to tease her button, as he brought his lips closer to her.
"Is this my pussy Lise?" he whispered before placing a soft kiss on her lips, and pulling back. "Is it mine?"
"Greg…" she panted knowing that if she didn't stop him, she was definitely going to fold. He didn't let her finish. He pressed his lips harder against hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth. He moved his finger back down to her hole, teasing her again.
"I said, is it mine?" he asked, his lips brushing against hers as he talked. She took the opportunity to bite down on his bottom lip, trying to pay him back for what he was trying to get her to admit to. He knew he was getting to her. He dipped two of his fingers into her hole, and she gasped letting go of his lip. He pulled his fingers out of her panties, and smiled at her and started to undo his jeans. He pushed them down with one hand and kicked them to the side. He then reached into his boxers, pulling out his long hard shaft and beginning to stroke it. He pulled down her panties and she stepped out of them, thinking he had given up on his quest for the ego boost he was looking for. He pushed the head of himself against her nub and slid it down to her entrance. He held himself there, and she looked at him confused. Her hips buck instinctively trying to get him to slide inside of her, but he pulled back just in time.
"Not yet," he told her bringing his face closer to hers. "You still haven't answered my question. Is this pussy mine?"
He put the head of his member inside of her and pulled it right back out. He felt her fight against him again to free her arms and let out a frustrated sigh. She looked up at him, and to preserve her sanity answered him. "Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
"It's yours," she told him with pleading eyes. He smiled, finally letting go of her hands as he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he turned away from the wall and placed her on top of the desk. He pulled her shirt completely off. And pressed his lips to hers as he pushed his boxers all the way down. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He gripped her hips and pulled away from the kiss as he pulled her closer to the edge of the desk. She propped herself up on her elbows and her mouth fell open, her breath caught in her throat, as she felt him began to push himself into her.
"Oh…Greg," she moaned out as she felt him fill her, but still not all the way inside of her yet. She lifted one of her legs so that her foot rested on top of the desk and opened her legs wider as he pushed the last of himself into her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and angled her hips so that he would have easier access as he gripped onto her hips and began to thrust himself deep inside of her. He sped up his pace, pounding his hips into hers so hard that they could here the sound of their skin smacking together. It didn't take her too long to reach her first orgasm, crying out his name as she did so. He slowed his pace allowing her to catch her breath. He pulled himself out of her, and grabbed her hand pulling her off of the desk. He turned her around and grabbed her wrists again, placing her hands on the desk. He trailed his hands all the way up her arms and then down her body, until the reached her hips. He grabbed the back of her right leg and raised it up until her knee was resting on top of the desk. He brought his hands back to her hips and applied a little pressure making her tilt her hips up to him. He groaned again when he saw the juices dripping from her folds and down the inside of her thighs. He grabbed the base of his shaft and entered her from behind.
She let out a small cry and moved closer to the desk as he seemed to be going even deeper inside of her. He just grabbed her by her hips to keep her from moving away.
"Take it, Lise," he told her as he tightened his grip on her. He pulled her back into him and smacked her ass. "Take it."
She moaned as she tried to get used to the new depth he had found inside of her. He made a few more thrusts before she began pushing her hips back into him. "That's it Lise," he grunted as he tightened his grip on her and picked up the pace. "Fuck me back."
They went at it for a while before he felt himself getting close. He slid his hand in front of her and began to stroke her button. A few moments later she found herself screaming out his name yet again, when another orgasm over came her. The feel of her silk walls clenching down on him and the sounds she made as she rode out the waves of her own orgasm, brought him to his own a few strokes later. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on her shoulder.
"Let's get to bed," he said before releasing his hold on her. She put her leg down and tried to take a step, but her legs were still a little too wobbly. He smiled as he saw her grab hold of the desk for support.
He scooped her up in his arms, "The second half of my birthday present," he said as he began to walk towards the bed.
"So I don't have to pay?" she asked with a smile on her face. He tossed her down on the bed, and she started laughing at him as she rolled over to make room for him. She crawled under the covers and snuggled up next to him. They started talking about different things, but the pillow talk didn't last long before Lisa fell asleep. Greg smiled and pulled her closer as he too drifted off to sleep, not soon after.