Page 7 of Perfect Storm

Every day I wake up to her, I’m grateful she gave me a second chance. I don’t know where I’d be without her.

I’d watched my friends falling for their women and figured we were reaching an age where this was going to happen, but I hadn’t felt ready for it. Until Elsa walked back into my life.

I’ve already kissed her senseless, massaged her to within an inch of her life until she was like putty in my hands. Then I turned her over, giving her back the same treatment. She’s more than ready for me when I lift her hips higher and plunge into her. Both of us moan as I hold still, I rammed to the hilt and want to let her adjust.

“Nick, that feels good,” she tells me.

I lean over her, grabbing her tits, using my leg muscles to keep my balance.

“Move,” she begs, making me laugh into the soft skin of her neck.

Then I give her what she wants. I fuck her slowly at first, then she pushes back like she’s challenging me. I straighten up andgrab her hips, pulling all the way out and slamming back in. Her moans are music to my ears.

We have a corner apartment. Our bedroom has a wall of windows on both sides. No one can hear the noises I make Elsa cry out.

I moved out of my place with Arch earlier this year. Getting Elsa to leave the West coast was the real problem. For months we’d done long distance. It wasn’t too much of a hardship, given I could fly to her whenever I wanted. Hopping a flight whenever I need to is easier than hailing a cab in New York sometimes.

She started to get more work in New York. I worked on her till she agreed to a ‘trial’ in the city.

And now, here she is, in my bed, every day. Her clothes and make-up areeverywhere. I don’t mind, because I get to do this whenever I want.

I fuck her until there is a nice sheen of sweat on the sun kissed skin of her back, then pull out and roll her over. She opens her arms and I move on top of her, sliding back in and kissing her. Elsa knows I love watching her when she comes.

Her nails rake into my shoulders. They’ll leave marks, but that is fine by me. I prop myself up as I thrust, watching the pure ecstasy on her face.

“You gonna come, Sunshine?”

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes closing, then popping open when I pinch her nipple.

“Eyes here,” I remind her.

“Oh fuck,” she cries as I up the pace.

I grin at her as my balls tighten. I’ll be fucked if I come before her. Even though I’ve already given her two orgasms before this started. I wait for the right moment, pinch her clit between us and she goes off like a rocket, her legs strangling my hips, her pussy doing the same to my cock. I come hard with a roar, mingled in with her throaty feminine cries.

Then I drop on her and she laughs, her fingers trailing up and down my shoulders.

“I’m hungry,” she says.

“Seriously? That’s all you have to say.”

“I need sustenance,” she replies.

“Give me a few and I’ll feed you this,” I thrust my still half hard cock, and she groans.

“Proper food, please?” she asks. I look at her smiling face. She’s like sunshine and sea air, a taste of California brought with her from her home state.

“You want me to cook?”

“God no,” she laughs. “There are leftovers in the fridge. You just need to warm them.”

“Dinner for breakfast, I like it,” I kiss her nose, then pull out.

We’ve forgone condoms for a while now. She’s on the pill and takes it without fail and we both got tested, even though I trust her implicitly. It was more for her benefit, to assure her I am serious about this relationship.

I help her up and take her to the bathroom, but she pushes me out, telling me she needs to pee. I arch a brow.

“Nick, I love you, I do, but you’re not watching me pee. Go get me food.”

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