April 2013
"Let me put on a fancy dress for my handsome soon-to-be-lawyer boyfriend and we'll go out. I'll be five minutes."
She punctuates her promise with a smacking kiss to his lips and climbs off his lap, squealing and jumping in surprise when Jeff smacks her ass. She shoots him a naughty grin and hurries into her bedroom and Jeff spends a full minute grinning goofily at her door.
True to her word, Annie reappears five minutes later; a slick of gloss on rose-bud lips and a gold purse tucked under her arm. She's wearing a short red cocktail dress that Jeff knows would look great on his bedroom floor and he decides to make that his reward by the end of the night, his blood pumping harder at the thought.
Outside his apartment door, Jeff releases Annie's hand to key the lock. He's not drunk by any means – as if Annie would let him drive if he was – but he feels warm and happy from the scotch and an evening of talking and laughing with the woman beside him looking smoking hot in her tight red dress. His good mood might also have something to do with finalizing his post-graduation job plans and the fact that Annie won't be going to a University two states away.
He feels fucking euphoric to be honest.
Ushering Annie inside, Jeff watches the view of her ass swaying deliciously – just one bonus of his chivalry. She wanders to his kitchen bar, dumps her purse on a stool and leans down to take off her high-heels. They're black and strappy and really working for him right now.
"Leave those on," he says, and Annie straightens and spins to face him as he ambles towards her, shucking off his jacket.
"But my feet hurt," she whines. "I can't believe Britta convinced me to buy these instruments of -"
He cuts off her rambling by dragging her mouth to his and she yields instantly with a moan as she sinks into him, fisting his shirt and tipping her head for a better angle to explore his mouth.
She tastes like vodka and cranberries and bubble-gum gloss.
Jeff slides his palms over her hips and down her thighs, hands never tiring of the same paths – his fingers would walk them all day if she'd let him. He slips under her dress to knead the fleshy cheeks of her ass and her smooth bare skin. His fingers move upwards, intent to tug down the tiny thong hiding in the cleft, and he wrenches his mouth away in shock.
"Annie, are you…?" She nods, smile mischievous and Jeff grips her arms tightly, arousal pumping through veins. "Are you telling me you've been going commando the whole time we were out tonight?"
"I thought you'd find out before now because you didn't stop staring at my ass every time I went to the bar or restroom…" She shrugs. "Such a shame. We could have had so much fun in that booth, so dark and…" She toys with the length of his tie for a moment. "Secluded."
"Fuck." His head rolls to the ceiling with a groan, and he hardens instantly at the thought of fingering her to climax under the shelter of their table at the bar. He's never really been one for getting off in public but with Annie he's come close many times.
He pushes her gently away from him. "Show me. Lift up your dress and show me."
Annie steps further backwards, and the beat of her heels tap tap tapping against the floor somehow adds to the intensity of the moment. Eyes holding his intently she reaches for the hem of her dress. It's so tight that her hips shimmy side to side as she hikes it up slowly. Jeff actually gulps, palming himself at the sight of her exposed neat strip of dark hair at the apex of her thighs.
"Take it off," he says, his voice husky, insistent. "I want to see you."
She reaches for the zip trailing the length of her spine and wiggles out of the material until it's pooled at her feet and she kicks it away.
It's not on his bedroom floor but it will do.
His mind is pretty one-track right now and Jeff hurries to remove his shirt and tie as he moves towards her. She's standing there in his living room in nothing but a pair of heels and a strapless red bra barely containing the weight of her breasts, and god he wants to bury his face in her cleavage and stay there.
Annie reaches back to unsnap her bra, throwing it to the side.
Jeff has no idea where it lands.
"Turn around."
Annie fingers her glossy bottom lip as she turns in a slow circle, heels clacking with every step. "You know, I should be studying right now."
"I'll let you study this." He grabs her hand and places it over his erection straining beneath his suit pants, jerking against her warm palm. "How's that?"
She laughs, sharking her head slightly, but cups him through the material and Jeff inhales sharply as each caress grows a little more insistent. "Will there be an exam?"
"Abso-fucking-lutely."
Jeff ducks then, grabbing Annie by the waist to throw her over his shoulder, loving the feel of her breasts pressed against his naked back. Annie shrieks and laughs as he marches towards his bedroom, smacking her ass with a hard thwack on the way, unable to resist sinking his teeth into one fleshy cheek at its close proximity to his mouth.
"Jeff!" She wriggles against him, laughing loudly as she kicks her legs a little, though it's healf-hearted. "Stop that, it tickles!"
He chuckles as he gives her ass one last slap before dropping her on the mattress, eyes darkening as her breasts bounce at the movement. He catches her foot just as she starts to slip off her shoe.
"I said. Leave. Them. On."
"Why? I was serious when I said my feet hurt."
"Because I want you to wear them when I fuck you."
Annie's mouth parts to an "O" in understanding and maybe a little arousal, and she eyes his muscled chest as she fondles her breast in one hand, nipples puckering with every touch, every squeeze. "Is that a thing for you then?" she asks.
A growl rumbles deep within Jeff's chest as he finishes undressing because watching Annie touch herself is the best thing he's ever seen. "It is now."
"Oh."
"Lie down." He inhales sharply as she obeys, stretching her body out in front of him. "Open your legs."
Her breaths shorten as her thighs part, providing Jeff with the most delectable view. He can see that she's wet already, and she's so tempting when she's like this, just waiting for his tongue to lick and suck, maybe tease her with a couple of fingers, too. He licks his lips at the thought, feeling the buzz and simmer of anticipation beneath his skin.
Annie's enthralled as Jeff drops to his knees by the end of the bed, tugging her closer until she's lined up with his mouth and he can smell the scent of her arousal. He strokes the softness of her legs, kissing the inside of her knee a couple of times, and nuzzling the length of her calf all the way down to her ankle bone. The scent of her moisturizer reminds him of something sweet like cocoa – a startling contrast to the sexy as fuck way she's spread out before him.
"Fuck, you smell good." Palming her calves, he hooks them gently over his shoulders, one on either side, and shudders for a second at the feel of her heels grazing his back. "New moisturizer?"
"Uh-huh," she says, though she's really not paying attention to what he's saying. She's leaning on her elbows now, watching him, captivated by the sight of him framed between her thighs.
Jeff caresses her there, softly. "I want you to come for me," he says, and opens her folds with thumb and forefinger to blow a breath over her clit and she squirms. "Twice."
Annie makes a little high-pitched noise as he lowers his mouth, still quirked with a wry smile at the surprised look on her face.
"T…Twice, huh? You're pretty confident."
"Always," he says with a shit-eating grin, and teases and circles her entrance with the tip of his tongue before running it flat up the length of her slit to flick and suck lightly at her clit, alternating a mix of strokes soft then firm. Annie grinds against his mouth and Jeff hums his enjoyment deep into her folds, his cock twitching at the sound of her harsh husky moans and spluttered breaths.
He really fucks her with his tongue then, licks and sucks, licks and sucks, and Annie whimpers pleadingly, "More, Jeff... yes there…" telling him just the way she likes it, the sheets bunched tight in one hand while the other grasps her breast roughly, fingering the nipple, pulling and pinching to a firmer peak.
Jeff makes a throaty noise and works his jaw harder, enthused by Annie's mindless thrashing on the mattress, and the endless repeat of his name ripped from her throat as she shudders and spasms wetly against his mouth, her orgasm quicker than they both expected. Her fingers leave her breast to fist his hair as she holds his head against her, quivering for a moment. His mouth is wet with her and he laps at her softly, fingers tight against her thighs at the feel of the sharp point of one heel scoring deep in his flesh.
Annie has barely recovered from her orgasm before Jeff jumps to his feet. Balls tight with need, he buries himself inside her, grasping her by the ankles and holding her legs high up against his shoulders, her heels beside his head.
He pounds into her savagely, overwhelmed, near mindless with need for her. Muscles taut, skin shiny with sweat, Jeff is powered by the taste of Annie on his tongue and the feel of her pulsing around him as he drives deep. His pace is relentless until he's sinking and surging further and further inside her and her legs are now pressed into her own chest like she's folded in half and fuck, oh fuck…
"Jeff, I'm gonna…I'm -"
"That's it, come for me again."
As Annie clamps firmly around his cock, her ass lifts off the mattress at the intensity of her orgasm, and one of her heels goes flying, hitting the wall behind his bed and falling to his pillow with a heavy thud at the sheer speed of her writhing.
She stiffens and shudders and Jeff thrusts deeper, harder, perspiration dusting his spine as he rides her through her second climax, driven by the sound of her screams, the sound of his woman being thoroughly fucked and enjoying it.
"I love fucking you." His head rolls back as he roars loudly at the feel of her walls clenching endlessly around his cock.
Exhausted and dazed, Jeff pulls out, uncaring of the trickle of his come seeping out of her and onto his sheets. He collapses on the bed, throwing Annie's vagrant shoe to the floor with a clatter. Annie's still where he left her, legs spread wide, breasts heaving rapidly, one sexy black heel still poking into his mattress.
"Annie, give me your hand."
Wordlessly and without question, she stretches an arm over her head and Jeff uses one final burst of energy to drag her satisfied body from the edge of the bed to lie beside him. Their fingers intertwine as they stare at the ceiling, both satiated and sweaty.
After a while, Annie looks down between her legs and kicks off her other shoe before rolling onto her side. "I should clean up but that was…wow," she says, and Jeff grins into the darkness as she starts tracing idle circles across his lower abdomen, kissing his chest, eyeing him with amusement in the low light. "Although we've made a mess on your precious Egyptian cotton sheets."
Jeff tucks her under his arm, pulling her body flush against him. "Worth it."
"You're only saying that because you've got sex brain. You'll be raging about it tomorrow. I might hide the remote. That's usually the first thing you throw when you're mad."
He chuckles and brushes a finger across her lips. "You know me so well."
"Yeah and I still love you. I am such a good girlfriend."
"I think we're in agreement about that."
Annie wriggles against him happily. "Aww. You love me. You just can't get enough of me."
He smiles, grabbing her thigh and pulling it further across his body. "Seriously Annie. You wander naked around my apartment in those heels, I'll worship the fucking ground you walk on."