They ended up walking the entire way to Greg's apartment. The rain ended up making a few brief appearances on the way and, instead of hiding under the awnings to wait for a break in the uncharacteristic storm clouds (much to Greg's delight), they merely continued on. As the pair walked through the rain, they spoke about nearly everything under the sun. Greg knew that he was rambling because he was nervous. They were alone again, after all; there were no other people around to pick up the slack when a lapse in conversation appeared.
Although, Anne didn't seem to mind the brief silences. She allowed them to stretch on until Greg decided that he hadn't said nearly enough.
"This is it," Greg said and stopped in front of his building.
"Wow," she said appreciatively, looking up at the building. "This is a great building."
Greg let out a small laugh. "I like to think so. It's not a condo or anything but it does the job."
"I'll bet."
"You wanna . . . come up?" he asked. "For a cup of coffee or something."
He didn't know why a cup of coffee should make her laugh the way it did, but he welcomed the sound and she nodded.
"Sure," she said and followed as he led the way.
They were silent in the elevator on the way up to Greg's floor. He was still wondering why coffee would be so funny and if she would tell him if he asked. He bet that she would.
"All the way at the end of the hall is me," he said once the elevator doors opened revealing a well it hall way.
He was trying to remember whether or not he'd cleared his laundry from the living room floor and praying that he had. It was really something he should have thought about before inviting her up.
He reached into his pocket for his keys as they stopped before the front door that was his. He began sifting through them to find the dead bolt key when he felt a hand that was most definitely not his on his hip. He froze and almost dropped his keys.
"Greg," she said in a small voice.
"Uh-huh?" he asked, damning his voice for cracking.
"Can I kiss you?"
He choked on his response, which he'll swear all his life was going to be "No, we shouldn't," as she pressed her lips against his.
As she gently sought entrance to his mouth with her tongue, the reason they shouldn't be kissing left him. She pressed her entire body against him and he could feel that she was soft and warm. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders to pull him closer and he readily complied. Her fingers were toying with the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging gently now and then.
He only pulled away to take a breath, completely satisfied to make out with her in the hall and the neighbors be damned, when she uttered those magic words.
"Let's go inside, okay?"
Greg could only nod.
He brought his keys up to the doorknob once more, his hands shaking a bit from the rush she'd just given him. He couldn't seem to remember which key belonged in the deadbolt. She just smiled at him, that same smile she'd given him when they had gotten into Tim's car, and watched him try to make the same key fit into the lock three times.
When the door was finally open, something inside of him snapped and he could only think of getting his hands on Anne's plump little body.
He half pulled her inside and pressed her back up against the door, closing it in the same motion. He took the lead and pressed his lips against hers this time, taking the time to savor the taste of her mouth. She tugged his jacket down off his shoulders and let it fall in a heap at the floor. Her hands then flew the zipper of her own coat, tossing to the ground in kind.
As she removed them of their coats, Greg suddenly felt the need to be without shoes and kicked them off and to the side. She followed his lead, their mouths never parting, and kicked her shoes off while she tried to manage the buttons on Greg's shirt.
"Why can't you just wear t-shirts?" she gasped as their lips finally parted once more to allow them to breath.
"Are you wearing a bra?" he asked, voice ragged from the kiss.
She nodded and smiled as two buttons came free in one motion.
"That's why," he answered and shrugged out of his shirt.
Her hands on his bare chest set him on fire and he pulled her to him once more, on hand in her hair, the other tugging the hem of her sweater. He pulled it over her head in one swift motion and she allowed him a moment to admire the swell of her breasts above her bra, her hips above the line of her jeans. He smiled into her eyes and reached out to place his hands on her hips.
She placed her hands on his and looked up into his eyes. He slipped his fingertips between her soft skin and the rough denim of her jeans, brushing briefly against the soft cotton of her panties. Her hands followed his to the button of her jeans, her fingers following his as he undid them.
She watched his face as he slipped her jeans to the floor. He took a step back and admired her body before him. She was so beautiful to him. He wanted to tell her, let her know that he more than appreciated the body before him, but for once words escaped him.
Greg slowly let out a breath that he didn't realize he'd been holding, hungrily devouring her body with his eyes, his hands caressing her exposed skin.
"You too," she said softly, a hitch in her breathing. She reached for his belt buckle and his hands now followed hers. When she had the belt out of her way, she unzipped his fly and tugged his jeans to his hips. Greg looked into her eyes when she hesitated and pulled his jeans the rest of the way down so that he was standing in nothing but his briefs.
Suddenly, he didn't want her bad enough to take her against the back of his front door. Well, he did, but it didn't seem right. He wanted this to be right, for the both of them.
"C'mon," he said. He took her hand in his and led her through the apartment back to his bedroom, hoping silently that he'd remembered to make his bed.
He opened the door and gently guided her inside. He took her to his bed, which wasn't in too bad a shape, and sat her down. She pulled him quickly to her for another searing kiss. He had to brace himself with one arm behind her, hand resting on the bed, to keep from crushing her. He used his other hand to caress her back, his fingers brushing over the clasp of her bra.
He began to kiss her everywhere his lips could reach as he freed her breasts from the hateful garment. Her bare breasts pressed against the bare skin of his chest sent a shiver through them both. He lay her back on the back on the bed and smiled with hooded eyes when she tickled his sides gently, her hands resting dangerously near the waistband of his briefs.
He reached out with the hand he wasn't using to brace himself and held her to him as she rid him of his underwear, leaving him completely naked and half on top of her. He reached his own hands out to relieve her of her the last of her undergarments. She lifted her hips slightly so that he could pull them all the way down.
Greg sat back on the bed to admire the nude woman before him. Her breasts were firm and round, her nipples standing out proudly. Her skin was soft and smooth, warm beneath his hands.
"You're beautiful," she whispered. Apparently, she had been admiring him as much as he had her. "Do you have a condom?"
He really hoped so. He really did.
Greg reached over to the nightstand and opened the first drawer. Score one for the Trojan Man!
He held the condom out to show her and was a bit surprised when she snatched it from his hand. She tore it open and held her hand out to him, motioning for him to sit between her legs. He was on his knees before her and let out a pleasured gasp when he felt her hand wrap around his shaft. She pressed the tip of the condom against the tip of his head and rolled the length of it down over him.
He pulled her to him for another kiss and placed his hands on her hips. He helped her scoot forward.
"Okay," she whispered, looking into his eyes.
Her mouth was half open, her tongue pressed against her teeth.
Greg pressed himself against her willing form and she thrust her hips up to meet him. It was now her turn to let out a long slow breath with just a hint of an underlying moan. He couldn't believe how good this felt as he began to thrust his hips back and forth at a leisurely pace, wanting to prolong the experience.
He wasn't sure when he began to grunt and moan like he was (much like his first time, if he recalled) but he certainly knew they were loud; and he knew he couldn't much help it. He was beginning to pound into her, trying to hold back and not succeeding very well. He would have stopped if she had asked him too.
But she didn't ask him to stop, slow down, or even demand more, harder, and faster. She kept a steady breathing rhythm and her eyes remained half closed and focused on his. His desire to watch her watch him outweighed his natural desire to close his eyes as he came.
He was suddenly embarrassed that he couldn't hold out for a bit longer; she looked so close to her own climax. And he was confused by his embarrassment; he'd never been embarrassed being the one to come first. It was bound to happen more often than not anyway.
"I . . . uh . . ." he breathed, unsure of what to say.
Thankfully, Anne was at no such loss for words.
"Kiss me," she whispered, her voice heavy with passion.
Greg had no problem kissing her again. He parted her lips gently with his tongue and was pleasantly surprised when she gave his tongue a gentle suck. His sharp intake of breath was rewarded with a small, throaty giggle from the woman beneath him. He sat back on his heels, pulling out of her, and carefully stripped himself of the condom. He tied it off and tossed it into the trash can by the nightstand.
She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him to lie beside her on his bed. She rolled onto her side and threw an arm and a leg over him, nuzzling his shoulder.
It was Greg's turn to giggle.
"Comfy?" he asked.
She nodded and rested her head against his shoulder.
"Mmm-hmm," she replied, snuggling closer.
"Me too," he sighed contentedly. "Me too."