Page 50 of The Way We Dance

She rattled off her number and I texted her so she had mine. Her phone pinged in her bag and I nodded to tell her it was me.

Once we reached her building, she turned to face me without letting my hand go. Was I supposed to kiss her? I didn't know what was the right thing in this circumstance.

Did I want to kiss her? Fuck yeah.

Did I want her to think it was more than it was? Fuck no.

Did she expect me to kiss her? Fuck if I knew.

Thankfully, she took control and leaned in toward me, placing a kiss on my cheek. I should have been relieved that she chose that innocent gesture to say goodnight, but her lips touching my skin only lit me on fire again.

She started to walk away and I should have let her since I didn't know what I was doing, but instead, I pulled her hand and forced her back in front of me.

With my free hand, I pulled on the back of her neck and crushed my lips to hers. Had I not been so wild with ardor, I would have laughed at myself for being worried about kissing her in the first place.

Of course this was how this should end. It was how every night should end. I knew we weren't a love match and would never be more, but that didn't mean we weren't something.

For as long as we needed each other, we should just soak it in and take advantage of whatever we were willing to give. We were both dealing with so much other bullshit, that intimacy was something we could give one another to help curb the circumstances that we dealt with otherwise.

When I pulled back and saw the lust back in her eyes and her lips pouted from our kiss, I was tempted to pull her back in for more.

As I started backing up, I let her hand go and she turned to head inside the glass door. Just like always, I waited until she was inside the elevator before leaving.

Right as she pushed the button for the elevator, she looked back and something in her snapped when she saw me there waiting for her.

Rushing back to the glass door, she opened it and said, "Your brother doesn’t live here."

It took me longer than it should have to get the gist but once I did, I lunged toward her and all but pushed her into the open elevator. Our lips were tangled again and her bag had fallen to the ground.

Unlike in the studio, she was losing control by the second and climbing me like a tree. I wrapped her legs around my waist and lifted her, pushing her into the wall. The elevator resembled the studio with mirrors all around and a bar bolted half way up on the wall.

I wasn't sure if we were moving, if she had selected a floor, or if the doors had even shut. Only once the sound of the elevator signaled that we had reached our floor did I realize we actually moved.

Keeping her wrapped around me, I looked into the hallway for where I thought I should go. This was an upscale apartment building so there were not many door options since each apartment had a lot of square footage, but I still didn't know where I was going.

"Left," Giselle mumbled against my neck as she licked and sucked my skin. I grabbed her bag and ran to the left, finding a large double door that I assumed had to be hers.

She jumped down long enough to fish her keys out and unlock the door and then once again, we were lost, fumbling through the open space of her apartment and tearing each other's clothes off.

There was no pretense or small talk, no awkwardness or fronts. I didn't take the time to tell her how nice her place was, and she didn't give a shit if I was thirsty or wanted coffee.

"Left," was all she said, again, the same words as before. I looked left once again and saw an open door that led to her bedroom and rushed through. I threw her onto the bed and we both finished stripping our remaining clothes off quickly.

Climbing on top of her, I didn't even bother with foreplay or sweetness. I was assuming she was wet and shoving my dick deep inside her was how I was going to find out.

I lined myself up and she was already trying to sink herself onto me so I pushed hard and to the hilt. Stopping, just long enough to make sure I didn't come like a rookie, was the only pause there was before I lifted her legs and started pounding into her harder than I had before.

She screamed and moaned, cussed and tossed her head back and forth. She clawed at my shoulders and urged me to keep moving as hard as I could.

Sweat was dripping down my face and had formed between her breasts and I was sure this was the best sex either of us had ever had. We didn't give a shit what we looked like or how we were presenting ourselves. We just wanted to chase an orgasm together.

When she finally stopped moaning and got quiet, I knew she was close so I thumbed her clit and pushed her over.

“Ty, Ty, Ty," she chanted and I reveled in my name on her lips.

I wasn't Mr. Black when she was coming and I loved how far she let herself go.

Following her over the edge, I slowed down and unloaded inside of her, trusting that since I had done so earlier, we were ok to do it again. My knees buckled and my legs constricted and I made a sound that I wasn't sure I had ever made before.

Giselle was spent, limp, and staring at where we were connected as I pulled out and fell next to her. We didn't speak or talk shit out, there was no need. I expected Miss Priss to return and for her to freak out for getting her blanket dirty, but she didn't even budge.

Her head fell to the side, her long hair fanning over the blanket, and she fell asleep next to me with a sated and satisfied look on her face. I knew I shouldn’t have stayed, but I couldn’t have moved if I tried, so I remained where I was and fell asleep as well.

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