Take me home

Just getting started

I’m the first to speak. “You did say it was a short drive.” He rearranges my dress “I almost wish it was longer. Are you coming in?” I nod, and slide back down to the seat beside him so he can get out. I follow him into the building, and he presses the button for the elevator. I’m tense with anticipation, eager to continue what we started in the car… no, even since back at the club. The doors open, and he waves me in before stepping in behind me. James leans across me to press the floor button - ninth floor - and I look up at him as his chest brushes against my shoulder. I find his eyes already on me, lips pressed into a hard line, eyes dark. *It’s nice to know I’m not the only one turned on and desperate to get upstairs.* He leans back again, disappearing from my direct line of sight. His touch is light as he slides them across the top of my shoulders and slowly down my arms. My breath hitches as warm air brushes my neck a second before he kisses the skin under my ear. I turn and kiss him hungrily, a hand on his neck and another finding a gap between his shirt and his waistband, taking my turn at tracing shapes bare skin with my thumb. James pushes me against the wall, his body surrounding mine and his tongue exploring my mouth. The ding for his floor can’t come soon enough, and as the doors open we stumble out, still intertwined. We pull apart long enough for James to open the door, and as he throws the door shut he strides towards me. I can hardly keep track of where his hands are, or mine for that matter- they’re just roaming, in his hair, on his shoulders, one finding its way back to his waistband, pulling the rest of his shirt free and starting on the buttons. He shrugs off the shirt as soon as I’m finished, never taking his lips from mine as he lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. I assume he’s walking to the bedroom when he pauses and rests me on, I look, the edge of a couch. I’m breathing heavily as he bends down and slides the straps free on my shoes, letting them fall to the floor. James straightens again and his fingers squeeze my thighs before he reaches behind me for my zipper. When it’s gone as far as it can, he pulls me to my feet before sliding my dress to pool at my feet. I step out of it and he surprises me by scooping it off the ground and draping it over the back of the couch before pulling my face to his again. His hips press against me and I moan, feeling how hard he is. Our groping becomes more urgent, and I slip a hand between us to reach down and stroke him through his pants. He groans now, but when I pause to undo his pants he stops me to lift me again, and this time he crosses the room in a few strides before setting me down on the bed. I watch him greedily as he kicks off his shoes, unfastens his pants and drops them on the floor. f**k. I can see on his face-and in his briefs- how turned on he is. He steps closer and I lift my face towards his, but James just pushes me back until I’m laying flat before kissing my neck. God, I hope this continues to live up to the vibes he’s giving off. I gasp as his thumb brushes over my n****e, and again as he rolls it between his fingers. I press my hips against him and it’s satisfying when he groans in response. His fingers make short work of the clasp and cool air blows across my breasts, especially as James pulls back, eyeing my body. “Is there anything that off the table, things you don’t like?” I pause, a little surprised that he asked. “Condoms are a given, but what else? You like your neck kissed, but do you like it when it’s grabbed?” His fingers brush my collar bone and I shiver before nodding. “And my hair.” “Grabbed, or pulled?” He gently tugs on a strand before letting it fall again. “Both, if you know your timing.” “What else?” “I like it rough, and I appreciate dirty talk, but I’m not into humiliation.” He nods. “Tell me what you like.” His eyes widen, he clearly didn’t expect me to ask about his preferences. “It depends on the day.” He sits up. “Sometimes I want to be told what you like, what you want.” His fingers wrap lightly around my wrists, pulling them above my head and pinning them there. “Sometimes I like to use restraints and do all the things I already know you like, find new things to add to the list. And all of the time, I like to hear how much you’re enjoying it.” His lips come down on mine again, and he keeps my hands where they are with one hand while the other comes between us, stroking lightly through the material. I moan, and I’m looking forward to everything else that’s in store. I can’t believe my luck, finding a man this hot and giving this energy..