Author's Note: Changed the story rating to M due to this chapter and the next chapter containing detailed mature content. &*
The first snow of the winter fell from the sky around Johanna and Elliot as they stood next to each other on the tenth-floor rooftop bar of the restaurant where they had finally been able to enjoy a night together. The two were leaning forward on the railing that overlooked the hectic New York City street below them. Though the temperature was frigid and low, an empty bottle of wine left behind at their dinner table proved to keep their blood warm and their judgment clouded throughout the night.
Johanna's thin frame was clad in a red dress that stopped at her mid-thigh, one she knew would drive Elliot wild, covered by a black coat. For warmth, black tights covered her legs and a black girly beanie covered the top of her head and ears. Elliot was dressed equally as formal, wearing a black button down shirt with a light blue tie and his usual black slacks. His outfit was covered by a black coat as well.
Their long-awaited date night had gone by without a hitch on the Saturday night after Thanksgiving as they enjoyed a great dinner together, an entire bottle of expensive wine, then made their way to the rooftop, allowing the night to end perfectly with the snowfall.
"I loved snow days when I was a kid," Elliot stated, watching the white flurries fall, thinking back to his youth.
"I still love snow days," Johanna replied.
Elliot was reminded of her carefree youth again, remembering one of the reasons why he was slowly becoming enamored with her. The days of his youth were in his past, but hers were in her present. He looked over at her, noting how brightly green her eyes seemed in the snow as they glanced upward at the clouds and how her long eyelashes batted against one another when she blinked. Little specks of white snow were trapped in her dark red hair that fell around her face effortlessly.
"What?" She wondered, feeling his eyes on her. Her cheeks slowly flushed a rosy color.
"You're stunning," he told her. There's that liquid courage again.
"Stop," she smiled, turning away shyly.
"You are," he reassured her. "I don't think I've ever told you that, but I'm thinking it every time I look at you."
She looked back at him to see a gentle expression on his face. He was looking at her so adoringly. She felt a pang of nervousness in her stomach, realizing how much she was starting to like Elliot. She wasn't opposed to the feeling, but it made her anxious to think that one day she might not be able to live her life without him.
"You look scared," he commented softly.
"I am," she admitted, looking into his eyes for any sort of sign or answer to calm her fleeting nerves.
"Don't be," he whispered, leaning over to kiss her cheek.
Butterflies went crazy in her stomach, making her knees weak. She let the bubbling feeling of lust overwhelm her body. She let happiness replace her nervousness. Or maybe it was the bottle of wine they shared that was letting the emotions flood her bones.
"Let's get out of here," she suggested.
"Are you ready to go home?" He wondered.
"Yeah," she answered with a flirty smile. "But you're coming with me."
Johanna giggled when Elliot hoisted her up onto his back in the middle of the snowy sidewalk. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he hooked his arms under her knees to hold her in place as he gave her a piggyback ride on their trek back to her apartment. The wine she had consumed earlier left her with little reservations about her rear end almost being exposed in the cold air.
Headlights from an oncoming taxi were approaching as they stepped off the curb and into the street, jaywalking before the 'walk' light gave them the go-ahead signal.
"Go! Go! Go!" Johanna exclaimed excitedly, seeing the car getting closer to them.
Elliot picked up his pace, jogging quickly as he crossed the street onto the next block, making the girl on his back laugh wildly. He laughed a little, unable to remember the last time he found anything about crossing the street remotely fun or humorous. But then again, nearly everything he did with Johanna was fun or humorous, no matter how miniscule.
She rested her cheek on the side of his face as he slowed his pace to a walk, adoring the feeling of the warmth of his skin against her own. She kissed behind his ear gently, and a smile tugged at his lips. Knowing she was about to start a hypothetical fire, she began placing soft kisses on his skin from his ear down his neck. The feeling of her warm breath sent chills down his spine when she kissed the back of his neck.
The scent of his cologne drove Johanna wild.
"Up here." She pointed to a building they were approaching on the left.
Elliot set her down softly on her feet, and she grabbed his hand, pulling him into the building. When they got into the elevator, she backed him up against the wall, kissing him fervently.
His hands were gripping her hips as they passed the second floor. She pushed her tongue into his mouth as they passed the third floor. Her lips traveled from his mouth to his neck as they passed the fourth floor. He grunted when her tongue skimmed a sensitive spot in the crook of his neck as they passed the fifth floor. They were both throbbing between their legs when they landed on the sixth floor. The elevator dinged as the doors opened, and again, Johanna grabbed his hand to drag him wherever she was headed.
She took off her hat and fumbled with her keys as she approached her apartment door. Elliot stood closely behind her, his hands on her hips, attaching his lips to her neck, and pushing his hard groin against her from behind. She unlocked the door and turned around, pulling him to her by his tie and putting her lips back onto his as they busted through her front door.
They shed their coats and shoes, lips still attached, as Johanna blindly led the way to her bedroom, allowing Elliot to push her backwards onto the bed when they reached their destination. She smirked as he climbed on top of her, kissing her again, unable to keep his lips off of her. His lips moved from her mouth to her neck and across her collarbone.
She loosened Elliot's tie, though her eyes kept rolling into the back of her head with pleasure. As she began to work on unbuttoning his shirt, he pushed her red dress up to her waist, feeling the bare skin of her toned stomach against his fingertips. He broke away from kissing her briefly as he pulled her tights down, revealing her smooth legs and lacy black thong. Johanna sat up on the edge of the bed when Elliot stood back up on the floor, watching as he shrugged off his shirt, revealing a white undershirt, which he quickly pulled over his head.
She leaned forward, kissing his bare abs as her hands moved to his belt, undoing the buckle then button. She took her lips off of his body to pull her dress over her head and snap off her black bra, baring her size D breasts, and then she pulled down Elliot's pants and underwear simultaneously, exposing his fully hard manhood.
A wave of pleasure erupted through Elliot's body when he felt Johanna's warm mouth around his dick – he couldn't remember the last time he felt that sensation, but it had been years. He grunted, grabbing a fistful of her hair as she bobbed her head up and down, wetting his shaft with her warm saliva. She couldn't help herself; she lusted so hard for him, she could've kept her mouth on him for hours.
He pulled her off his dick when he felt an orgasm building up, knowing damn well he was not ready to release yet. He worried, for a moment, how the hell he was going to last more than a minute when he was actually inside of her.
He pushed her back onto the bed, pulling her black panties down her legs and letting them fall to the floor then leaned forward and softly kissed her slit. Using his fingers to part her lips, he exposed her clit and wet folds, very delicately skimming his tongue around them. He inserted a finger inside of her, satisfied at how wet she was. A moan escaped her lips as she bucked her hips; in return, he flicked his tongue on her sensitive, swollen clit. She yelped in pleasure.
"I can't take it anymore," she sighed. "Get up here."
Elliot did as he was told, climbing back on top of her, using his knee to guide her legs open. He was reeling with excitement. His sex life hadn't been this exhilarating in years.
He placed his throbbing head at her warm entrance, already about to melt into the floor at the feeling.
"Wait," he had a sudden moment of realization. "Do I need to wear a condom?"
She shook her head. "I'm on the pill."
He nodded then began to slide inside of her, shutting his eyes in pleasure. She loved the sight of him being so aroused by her.
"God," he groaned when he was fully inside of her. The heat in the room could've melted all the snow in the city. He tried so hard to keep his cool so he could appropriate please the gorgeous naked woman below him. He realized that he had been so distracted that he didn't even take time to admire her body.
He propped himself up on his hands, looking down into Johanna's green eyes. She smiled at him shyly as his eyes wandered lower to her perky breasts and hard nipples then lower to her toned stomach and even lower to her perfectly groomed womanhood that enveloped his pulsating dick.
"You're perfect," he told her sweetly.
She smiled again then bucked her hips. "If you don't start moving, I'm going to lose my mind."
That was all she had to say. Still balancing on his hands, he pulled out of her then slowly pushed back in over and over as Johanna threw her head back, moaning. She couldn't help but watch his hips as he thrust in and out of her, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body, building up more and more each time. She was no stranger to sex, but the passion she felt radiating from his body was a new experience. She ran a hand down his chiseled chest and stomach, feeling him move against her in more ways than one.
Elliot locked eyes with the redhead, watching as her body bounced due to his movements. Her hips rolled forward and backward, meeting his with force so he wasn't left to do all the work. His member slid in and out of her with ease due to her natural lubrication.
"Mmm," Johanna moaned as Elliot leaned forward to kiss her neck and slightly quickened the pace of his hips. "Just like that."
He grunted at her words. Her mouth slowly opened and her eyelids fluttered as she felt the pleasure building up in her body. Elliot tried as hard as he could to keep up the pace she demanded, burying his face in her neck and thrusting deep within her. Her body tensed below him and he felt her muscles tighten around his dick.
A minute later, a mind-blowing orgasm exploded throughout Johanna's body, rolling from her shoulders down to her bucking hips repeatedly. She cried out Elliot's name, holding him close to her with one hand around his neck and clutching the bed sheets with the other as she writhed beneath him. Her toes curled and she pulsated around his throbbing dick, which he knew was going to send him over the edge.
Her body finally relaxed as Elliot continued rolling his hips against hers. He lifted his head to look at her adorably blissful face then pressed his forehead against hers and kissed her lips. She ran her hands down his back and began moving her hips again to help with some of the work.
Soon after, Elliot felt a surge of pleasure throughout his entire body. His mouth dropped and his eyes shut, letting the feeling take him over. It was unlike any orgasm he'd ever had before. His hips bucked sporadically as Johanna felt him spill inside of her, a feeling she would never forget.
They both laid still on the bed, breathing heavily and tiredly, unable to wrap their minds around the love they had just made and the orgasms they had just given to one another.