Cold Feet

RICK

Christine lives on the forty-sixth floor of a high-rise apartment. She unlocks the door and enters dropping her bag on the table in the entrance hall as she turns to hold the door open for me. I step in and she closes and locks the door behind me. Before I can wander further into the apartment, she catches my hand and pulls me back to where she is now leaning against the door.

She pulls me close and our lips meet as my hands settle on her hips. Our kisses are brief, teasing, exploring, wanting more. Then I take her face in my hands and fix my lips to hers. My tongue pushes forward and her lips part willingly inviting entry. Our tongues collide and writhe like lovers, exploring and sharing our desire and passion.

My hands lower from her face and begin to explore her body through her dress. It’s not enough. I want more. Much more. I reach behind her and find the zip of her dress and pull it down in one smooth movement. My fingers hook the edges of her open dress and pull it to the sides. She lowers her arms letting me slide the dress off her shoulders. As soon as her arms are free, her hands are back in my hair as we kiss.

Her dress hangs from her waist pinned by our bodies but there’s enough room for me to slide my hands between the dress and her skin. I’m searching for her panties. It doesn’t take long to realize she’s not wearing any. I break our kiss with the discovery.

“Really?” I ask in disbelief.

She smiles like a naughty girl that’s been caught red handed. “I decided to be spontaneous this morning,” she jokes.

“If I had known, you would have been in trouble in the elevator,” I say.

“Oh really?” she laughs. “You would have had to work really fast.”

“I could have used my lawyer’s directness,” I joke.

“And it might have worked,” she replies before we kiss again.

enough to push her dress the rest of the way down. Then she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom wearing nothing but her high heels and her bra while I enjoy the view of

room she quickly kicks off her shoes and removes her bra before she falls on the bed, naked. She rolls over onto her stomach. She hugs a pillow and rests her head on

her perfectly defined calves and then over the backs of her thighs. Her legs are parted giving me a clear view of her pussy between her legs. The curve of her ass, the curve of her

the valley between her ass cheeks is so damn sexy. Her back is strong and toned and I see the dimples on either side

a shallow valley between the flesh and muscles of her back up to her

you going to stand there all night and admire me or are you going to fuck me?” she asks

quickly finish undressing and climb on the bed by her

soft duvet. The skin around it is a slightly darker hue than the rest of her skin because of the pubic

inside. My touch is firm at first as I grab her soft flesh in my hands. I want to feel her, grab her, have her, all of her in my hands. Then my touch eases as I gradually begin to stroke her legs with my fingers. I start to trace soft strokes up her legs inching higher every time until they finally brush her slit. I touch it again. My fingers start lower and I find her clit. I gently apply pressure and she raises her hips ever so slightly as a soft moan escapes her lips. As I move my finger up and back it slides into her easily. She is

I can smell her desire, her sex. It almost drives me wild. I kiss her ass

I want to deny her and myself this moment as long as

me

Give me what I want,” she demands hungrily, “or I’ll show you I can be just as selfish

relent a little. She shifts and connects with my shaft. I

fuck yes,” she whisper-sighs. I hold myself there and give tiny thrusts but don’t give her

own hands and suddenly pushes up and back with her arms. I

That’s what I’m

start long, deep thrusts. She responds and moves her hips in unison with me making my thrusts harder and deeper. I can hear our sex as we move