see her throat move with a hard swallow. “It’s not…I don’t come with a price, Olivier.”
“I know that. But it’s easier for you to take what you really want from me by telling yourself it’s not just for you.”
The driver clears his throat and I turn to find him looking at us in the rearview mirror.
“This the place?” he asks.
“Oh. Yes it is, sorry,” Daphne says, reaching for her bag.
The driver comes around to open her door and I pull out my wallet for a tip. He looks at the $50 bill, grins and thanks me profusely.
Once Daphne and I are alone on the stairs to her apartment, we lock eyes again, the air between us thick with desire.
“I can take an Uber home,” I say. “If you want me to.”
“I don’t.”
We reach for each other at the same time, her arms wrapping around my neck as I put my hands on her hips and slide them around, pulling her against me. I press my mouth to hers and she moans softly, kissing me with the same urgency that’s been building inside me.
This kiss isn’t like our first one; it’s frenzied, her hands in my hair and my hold on her so tight her feet leave the ground.
“Get a room!” someone calls out of a passing car.
Daphne laughs, and I look up at her, both of us grinning and breathless.
“Should we go inside?” she asks me.
“Right fucking now.”
Her hand is unsteady as she unlocks the door to her apartment. I slide my arms around her from behind, taking in the light, sweet scent of her hair.
“You’re not helping,” she says lightly.
I’m like a caged beast, wound tight with pent up desire for her. It’s been a long time since I had sex, so I know I should take it slow, but I’m not sure I’m capable of that with Daphne.
As she pushes the door open and steps inside, she grabs a handful of my shirt and pulls me in with her. Her keys and bag drop to the floor and I shove the door closed with my foot.
She tugs at my shirt, and we pull apart, each racing to undress. Her skin is flushed and she’s breathing hard, and she’s the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Your generosity tonight made me so hot,” she murmurs. “The way Jada’s little boys looked at you, like you were the greatest man they’d ever seen.”
“Everything about you makes me hot. You’re fiery and strong and so fucking gorgeous, Daphne.”
She pauses, her hands behind her back working on unfastening her bra. “You want me to…?”
“Take it off,” I tell her. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime to see you like this.”
She takes off her silky white bra, and then shimmies out of her panties. I’ve never gotten naked so fast in my life, my eyes only leaving her as I pull my shirt off over my head.
Between seeing her perfect, round breasts and the light curls between her legs, I could come undone on the spot. But the sensation intensifies when I take her back in my arms, her bare skin warm and soft against me.
“Condom?” she says suddenly. “Tell me you have a condom.”
“Fuck, I don’t.”
She groans dramatically. “How do you not have a condom?”
“Relax,” I say, also wondering how I could not have one in this otherwise perfect moment. “I’ll have some delivered to your doorstep. Just let me get my phone.”
“Craig and Jess!” she cries.
“What?”
She runs back to the living room, her bouncing tits almost making me want to forget the condom altogether.
“My upstairs neighbors,” she calls out. “They aren’t ready for kids, and when I was having a glass of wine with Jess the other night, I teased her about the Costco-sized box of condoms they’d just bought.”
A few seconds later, I hear her whoop with happiness. “Jess is going to slide some in my mail slot. I owe her so fucking big.”
I grin as she stands by her front door, staring at the mail slot like her life depends on not looking away.
“You went from not wanting me to wanting me really fucking bad pretty quickly,” I quip.
“Oh, I always wanted you. I just knew it was a bad idea.”
“And now?”
The mail slot opens slightly with a squeak, and a roll of about a dozen condoms is slid through. Daphne picks them up and turns to me with a sexy smile.
“Now I know and just don’t care.”
Striding back to her with my erection jutting out in