I felt as if she was ending the night, but I didn’t want it to end.
“Would you like to go back to my place?” I asked. She bit her bottom lip. I wasn’t sure if she had done it to turn me on, but if she had, it worked.
“Just a night cap,” I said. “I promise, we won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
She thought about it for a moment and responded.
“I would love to,” she said.
I wanted to jump up from my seat and do a victory dance, but I refrained. I also thanked my past self for cleaning up my apartment before I left. I wouldn’t have invited her back in the state it had been in this morning. Then again, I would have.
I paid the bill and we went out to grab the car. I drove back to my apartment as quickly as I could, without speeding. I did not need a cop ruining the mood of the night.
As we pulled up to my apartment, Tiffany gasped.
“This place is gorgeous!” she said. She wasn’t lying. It was one of the nicest apartment complexes in the area, and I was glad that she liked it.
We ran inside, avoiding the rain, and I turned on the lights.
“This place is amazing,” she said. “It’s just you and your son that live here?”
“Just us,” I said, walking over to the small bar area. I grabbed a bottle of white wine from the wine fridge and poured two glasses.
We sat down on the couch. She sipped her wine and set it down on the table. She was talking, but I wasn’t listening. I could not stop thinking about kissing her. I suddenly could not resist her anymore. I put my wine glass down and moved closer to her. She looked at me with her green eyes, inviting me to come closer. I’d wanted to take it slow but couldn’t handle it anymore.
I pulled her close and kissed her. She responded with a soft moan before putting her arms around my neck. The kiss turned into a steamy make-out session. She started to lean back on the couch, but not away from me. She pulled me on top of her as she laid down.
She tasted like wine, and I wanted more. I began to pull her thin dress straps down.
“Is this okay?” I asked, wanting so damn bad to be a gentleman just in case.
“Yes,” she said. “Please don’t stop.”
Just hearing her words had my cock throbbing. It had been too damn long for me, and I knew it.
I pulled the straps down her shoulders and began to undo her bra. My fingers were shaking a little as I undid the clasp. I hadn’t expected us to end up in bed together, but fuck me, I wasn’t going to deny her. Never.
As soon as I undid the clasp, she wriggled out of her bra and tossed it on the living room floor. She pulled her dress down further, exposing her breasts.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” I said as I let my eyes move down to take her in. This woman was a goddess. I nibbled on her left earlobe and let my hands roam, the warmth of her skin leaving me rock hard and pressing forward against her tightly.
She smelled so good, like a mix of lavender and sea spray. I moved my lips further down to her neck. As I did this, I grabbed one of her breasts with my hands and began to gently massage it. She let out a small moan.
“Harder,” she whispered, taking me by surprise. I did as she asked, putting more force into the handful of tits that I’d. Suddenly, she stopped me. I sat up and looked at her, fearful that she was going to stop us before it had really gotten started.
I couldn’t let that happen. Not with how badly I needed her.
“Something wrong?” Cayden asked, pulling away from me. He studied my face, looking for an answer. His eyes were hungry for more, and his body was ready for a long night of fucking. The power that rolled over me was delicious. He wanted me.
“No,” I reassured him. “But can we take this to your bedroom?”
“Absolutely,” he said. He leaned back down and kissed me passionately. “Let’s go.” He moved back and helped me off the couch. As I went to pull my dress up, he stopped me.
“What?” A soft smile touched my lips.
“Let me help,” he said. I thought he was going to pull it back over my breasts, but he surprised me. Instead, he started pulling it down. It slid past my stomach and down past my ass. Before I knew it, the dress was on the floor, leaving me standing there in only a black thong. Cayden took a step back to look at me.
“God, Tiffany, you’re absolutely gorgeous,” he said. Although I felt a little self-conscious, the words that Cayden was saying and the way that he was looking at me made my nerves go away. Maybe he really did believe I was gorgeous.
He looked at me from head to toe before he took my hand again. He led me down the narrow hallway to his bedroom. I wasn’t sure that I was making the right decision, but my body was telling my head to shut the fuck up and go with the flow.
I’d endured a long, trying year. I deserved to have sex with someone like Cayden Lewis, didn’t I? Cayden opened his bedroom door. It was about the size of my living room, kitchen and bedroom combined.
“Lay down,” he said, pointing to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room. I walked over to the bed and lay down on my back. Cayden began to undress. I watched him eagerly. First, he took off his shirt. His chest was as I expected. There was little hair and well-defined abs. He was in good shape, but not rock hard. I actually preferred him that way. I would have been much more intimidated if he had a rock-hard body like Brad had.
Stop thinking of Brad, I told myself. I would not let Brad ruin this evening. I’d come too far to let thoughts of him fuck things up now. I brought my focus back to Cayden. He was grinning at me which was so cute. I wanted to pinch myself because this all seemed like a dream.
“I feel like I’m Channing Tatum in Magic Mike,” he laughed. He undid his belt and began to take off his pants. As he did this, he continued to make eye contact with me.
I laughed as he started to sway his hips like he was a stripper. I could so easily fall in love with the guy if I could let go of my past. I just didn’t know how to do that.
“I cannot believe you’re nearly naked in my bed,” he said.
“Believe it or not, I am,” I said. Truthfully, I could not believe I was in his bed, either. He pulled his pants off and stood in front of me in his black boxers. He got into bed next to me and continued where we left off on the couch.
His lips trailed down to my breasts and he took one of my nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked my hard nipple and it caused my pussy to stir with excitement. He softly bit my nipple, and I let out a long groan. The man knew what he was doing.
“Fuck, Cayden, that feels good,” I told him, running my hands through his dark brown hair. I pushed his head closer to my breasts, inviting him to take a bigger mouthful.
As he continued to kiss my breasts, his hand traveled down my stomach to my mound. I’d nearly shaved all my hair off that afternoon in an effort to look cleaned up. I left only a thin landing strip. He slipped his hand underneath my black thong and ran his fingers over the hair.
“God, woman. You’re going to be the death of me.” He glanced up and wagged his eyebrows.
I panted softly and watched him enjoy simply looking at me.
A few moments later, I moved my knees up, so that my feet were flat on the bed. I spread my legs, letting him know that I was ready for him to go further. He slid my thong off, leaving me completely naked. Still with his mouth on my breast, he began to gently slide one of his fingers in and out of my wet slit. He was doing it slowly, teasing me.
“Faster,” I said, a little surprised by the authority in my voice. Never had I talked to Brad like that. I’d honestly never been allowed to.
He stopped nibbling my breasts and looked up at me and smiled. He sat up straighter, abandoning my tits to put all his focus on my need. He put another finger inside of me, moving them both in and out rapidly.
“Like this, sexy girl?” he asked and growled a little.
I nodded eagerly. My pussy wrapped around his fingers, and I couldn’t help but grind against his palm. My breasts bounced up and down and the fire lighting in my stomach was so damn good.
“Work yourself against me, Tiffany. Take anything you need,” Cayden said.
Something washed over me that was not pleasure. Worry.