**The Apartment**

I knew from the moment she walked into my apartment that tonight was going to be different. The air between us had been electric for weeks—lingering touches, stolen glances, the way her lips parted just slightly whenever I got too close. But tonight, the tension finally snapped.

She kicked off her shoes as soon as the door closed, pressing her body into mine before I could even turn the lock. My hands found her waist, gripping tight as she tilted her head up and crashed her lips against mine. The kiss was hungry, messy, our tongues tangling before we even caught our breath.

“God, I’ve wanted this,” she murmured against my mouth, one hand sliding down to palm my cock through my jeans. I was already hard, aching for her, and I groaned when her fingers squeezed just right.

I pushed her back toward the couch, hands roaming under her shirt, desperate to feel skin. She pulled it off, tossing it aside, and I wasted no time unhooking her bra. Her tits spilled into my hands, soft and perfect, nipples already stiff. I bent down, sucking one into my mouth while she arched against me, gasping.

“Fuck, yes,” she whimpered, fingers threading through my hair.

I moved to the other nipple, biting just hard enough to make her moan. Her hips rolled against mine, grinding down, and I could feel how wet she was already through her jeans. I yanked them down, taking her panties with them, and dragged my fingers through her slick folds.

“So fucking wet for me,” I growled, circling her clit just to hear her gasp.

She reached for my belt, tugging my jeans down until my cock sprang free, thick and throbbing. Her hand wrapped around me, stroking slow, teasing, before she sank to her knees.

Her tongue licked a stripe up the underside of my dick, and I hissed, my fingers tightening in her hair. Then she took me deep, swallowing me until her lips met the base. I groaned, watching my cock disappear between her lips again and again, her throat working around me.

“Shit, baby, just like that,” I muttered, rocking into her mouth.

She pulled off with a wet pop, looking up at me with dark eyes. “I need you inside me. Now.”

I pulled her up, kissing her hard as I laid her back on the couch. She spread her legs, her pussy glistening, and I didn’t waste time—I lined myself up and pushed in, slow but firm, until I was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I pulled out almost all the way before slamming back in, setting a rough, deep rhythm. The sound of skin against skin, her breathy moans, the way her cunt clenched around me—it was pure fucking heaven.

“Harder,” she gasped, arching against me. I obeyed, pounding into her until the couch creaked under us.

Her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deeper, and I could feel her getting tighter, closer. I reached between us, rubbing her clit in tight circles, and she came with a cry, her pussy pulsing around my cock.

I wasn’t far behind. With a few more brutal thrusts, I groaned, burying myself deep as I came, filling her up.

We collapsed together, breathless, still tangled up.

She smirked up at me. “We should do this more often.”

I laughed, kissing her again. “Hell yeah we should.”