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.

me to her bedroom wearing nothing but her high heels and her bra while I enjoy the view of her long

her shoes and removes her bra before she falls on the bed, naked. She rolls over

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

and toned and I

and muscles of

all night and admire me or are you going to fuck me?”

finish undressing and climb on

on my knees between her legs and she has to part her legs more to give me room. It greatly improves my view of her slit resting on her soft duvet. The skin around it is a slightly darker hue than the rest of her skin because of the pubic hair’s regrowth. It creates a perfect contrast and my

and then on the 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

lean forward. I inhale deeply and I can smell her desire, her sex. It almost drives me wild. I kiss her ass and

want to deny her and myself this moment as long as possible,

me

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

she’ll live up to her threat and so I relent a little. She shifts and connects with my shaft. I press forward

yes,” she whisper-sighs. I hold myself there and give

back with her arms. I don’t expect it and in the next instant I’m buried

That’s what I’m talking about!”

and moves her hips