“What about you?” I ask, all traces of c*m gone from our mouths. I move from his lips to nibble on the delicate skin of his neck. I feel languid, leaning heavily against him.
Forcing his hand between us, Tim tucks me back inside my briefs and fixes my pants. “I think you need to take me home so I can have my wicked way with you.”
Laughing a little, I push away from the wall. I run my hands down his chest and caress his hardness, a thick rod that fills me with the promise of a right proper pounding as soon as I can grab us a cab home.
“It’s a deal. Let’s go.”
* * * *
I unlock the door to my loft, and Tim follows me inside.
“Wow,” he says after I turn on the lamp next to the door. “This place is awesome! So much space! I love what you’ve done with it.”
“Thank you,” I respond, blushing
