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to explode all over again.
I’m not sure how long we lay there, maybe we even doze off. A siren from the street suddenly startles me awake, and I hear Eric stifle a growling yawn as he snuggles deeper.
“Are you cold?” he asks me, and I squeak no, pressing myself harder against him, wondering how much I really need to take with me, wondering if I can make it back to his place before I let him claim me properly.
“C’mon,” he says, reading my mind and kissing my neck.
“Let’s go home.”
My breath catches hearing him say it. I want to ask him again if he really means it, if any of this is even real, but one look from his dark, sultry eyes, coupled with his slow nod as his eyes run over my nakedness tell me he means it.
I watch his thick cock pulse to full attention as he again uses his finger to signal me, drawing me up from the mattress with it.
Summoning me to our new life together.
As soon as I do stand up a little unsteady on my feet, I do feel cold and see it’s already dark outside.
“Might have a ticket,” Eric grins, eyeing my chest as I feel it stiffen fully from the cold, then flushing hot as I take in the full frontal view of his magnificent cock.
“Quick,” I stammer, holding my clothes over my chest, then dashing across the hall to open my apartment after checking the coast is clear.
The single most daring thing I’ve done in my life, next to being eaten out by god’s gift to women, and both in the same afternoon. Not to mention getting my dream job… and about to lose my virginity.
Whatta day so far!
My heart’s singing in my ears as I spin around, holding the door open, ushering Eric to hurry up and come on over. But he smiles, and taking his time, his thick cock bobbing out in front of him, locks Mrs. Phelps’ front door and swaggers across the hall as if he hasn’t a care in the world.
“Are you gonna go around like that from now on?” I ask him, looking down with astonishment.
He’s huge. How on earth am I going to…
“I’m considering it,” he says, sucking some air between his teeth and putting his thumbs through imaginary belt holes, he thrusts his hips forward, swinging himself on the balls of his feet. His pants swung over his shoulder and his shirt barely on him anymore, open and showing more of that glorious body of his.
“Like I said Alyson, it’s what you do to me. What can I say?”
I shudder a breath in and he winks but his face soon grows intense as we both feel it stronger than ever now, the need to have him deep inside me.
“C’mon,” he says firmly, clapping his hands together, “Otherwise I’ll take you right here on the…”
He looks around, lifting clothes up off what could be the couch, but it could also be the coffee table.
“Just get a change of things and we’ll go,” he says, shaking his head slightly before pulling his pants on, wincing as he strains to fit all of himself into them.
I have an overnight bag, a sort of emergency everything kit which I always keep handy for some reason.
It’ll have enough undies and clothes to last me a few days.
But what about work? I’ll need better clothes than that.
In seconds, I’m standing naked in front of my small closet, tossing clothes behind me as I decide each piece is useless as soon as I pick it up.
Eric’s huge frame fills the tiny doorway, his teeth gleaming in the semi-darkness.
“Just take a change of clothes, Alyson. We’ll go shopping tomorrow. I have a feeling you might like a few of the places I have in mind.”
I look over to him, suddenly feeling like a poor peasant again.
“Not all places are like the restaurant, either,” he assures me. “But new clothes always feel nice, don’t they?” he says matter of fact and I can see the need in his eyes, which I can feel in my own body still.
“You’re right,” I say, and grabbing the overnight bag after I shimmy into some jeans and a fresh top, my heart wants to feel sad at leaving the place, but looking around I can hardly believe I even lived here for so long.
“Let’s go,” I hear myself saying, feeling lighter and freer as I close the door and hear the lock behind us.
Eric takes my