The coat that I offered doesn’t help much for her petite body. Her body continues to shiver. My balls ache for putting myself together to stop from pulling her into my arms to warm her up. I have to stop doing so-for her own good.
I crave her. I want her so bad that makes me dizzy. I want to press her against this glass elevator wall if I can get a chance to feel her body next to me again.
I’m such a melodramatic asshole.
The water drips from her wet hair down to the crook of her neck, to the valley of her barely covered tits. Her see-through white shirt doesn’t help to cover her puckered nipples poking through her red lacy bra.
I swallow hard, breathing deeply to control my tense muscles. Keeping our distance away is nearly impossible because my mind spins dirty thoughts off my tongue running down her neck to the valley of her tits. Tasting her once isn’t enough, now, I’m not sure if I can get enough of her.
I notice her eyes pinning on me. Thanks to the glass wall. She’s biting her bottom lip, hugging herself together. Her gaze is raking from my chest down to my abdomen, to my bulging crotch.
I clear my throat. “If you don’t wanna find yourself press against this wall, you better behave and stop looking at my cock, Camila. I won’t blame myself for losing my control. So stop teasing me.”
She swallows hard, leaving the last view she enjoys to look at.
I release a sigh of relief when the elevator slides open, and that’s the longest elevator hell ride I’ve ever had.
She follows me silently, checking out the surroundings as soon as we get inside my apartment.
My spacious wooden carved wall living room consists of off-white leather couches, electric fireplace, and some of my antique wood sculptures collections that I bought mostly from Europe, and my one medieval wood carving photograph that covers half of the wall.
“Follow me.” Then the yellow lights illuminate the entire hallway.
“Wow,” she mutters, “are all these things you have here are motion sensors?”
“No, Babe. Only this hallway.”
“Why only this?”
“Because if I’m a drunk ass I can’t even flick the lights on.”
“Yeah, while your hands are busy somewhere else,” she mumbles under her breath.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Camila?” I pause after I open my bedroom door.
My gaze locks hers. Is she jealous if I’m busy touching another woman?
“Can you just give me something to change. I’m dying here from cold.”
“Come inside, before you will judge me again, no one enters my bedroom.”
“Then I’ll just wait outside,” she says and stops at the door, suddenly looks ashamed.
“Get inside, Babe. You need to soak in the tub for a while.” The thought of soaked Camila fogs my brain with an amazing view of her naked body in my tub.
“Let me use the other tub then.”
“I may be an asshole but I’m not a rapist, Camila.”
“I was not thinking about you as a rapist.”
Yeah, because you have no idea that I definitely raped you in my mind.
I ignore her retort, letting her into my room, to my bathroom that nobody gets in, yet. I start filling the tub with enough temperature of the water while Camila awaits, but she already removes the coat and hangs it on the towel rack.
“I don’t have a bubble bath. Shower gel will do?”
“I didn’t come with you to pamper myself, Pyke. I just want to change to something dry.”
“That’s the first time you called my name again.”
“Yeah, because I need to be nice to you.”
Stand up straight, facing her. “Really? I can kick you out of my apartment right now if I want to.”
“Then do it.” Suddenly, she sounds annoyed.
“Strip off your clothes, then I’ll dry them so that you can use them later.”
Without hesitation, she starts unbuttoning her jeans, shrugging them off her feet leaving only her red lace panties. She yanks off her white shirts leaving only her red lacy bra.
Is she gonna bare herself naked in front of me?
My body hums with anticipation. Blood rushes through my brain. My lips dry instantly when she reaches her back to unhook her bra.
I fake a cough. “Do you want me to jerk off in front of you?”
She pauses and turns to face me with narrowed eyes. “Then what are you still doing here?”
My eyes land on her breast. My mouth waters, my cock aches inside my pants. Clearly, this woman is the death of me-killing me with aching balls.
“I’ll go make us something to eat. I’ll place a shirt for you on my bed.” I leave without a second thought before I will join and fuck her in the tub. That’s if she’ll let me.
“Pyke, thank you!”
“You’re welcome.”
I sigh deeply in relief. My heart somersaults in my chest. I fumble some ingredients for a chicken tortellini soup from the cupboards and fridge. I’m placing a pot half full of water on the stove when I hear Camila yelling from the room.
Shit!
Adrenaline courses through my system as I run faster toward my room because I know why she’s yelling at the top of her lungs. It’s Twinkle.
“Pyke!”
I rush into the bathroom and push the door open causing it to slam against the wall. Before I can process, Camila launches herself on me, her legs wrap around my waist, her arms entwine around my neck. My arms instantly wrap around her wet and naked body in response.
Fuck me!
I missed her body pressed against mine. Her wet flesh feels like heaven on my hands-so soft, so smooth, bare, and warm. No, hot.
I hiss in a breath. With only my shirt as our gap doesn’t do any good. My smell on her is far intoxicating. How could my shower gel smell so fucking good on her? Our body heat can light up into a wildfire.
“You told me no one gets inside your room! Why is there a rat inside your bathroom? Call an exterminator at this instant, Pyke! Or I will kill it by myself!” I wince at her voice yelling into my ear.
“Babe, calm down.”
“Why the hell there is a rat inside your house?”
“Babe, you’re damaging my ear.”
“Then call someone to remove that rat!”
I groan louder and squeeze her ass. It’s a mistake. Sweet baby Jesus! My cock is in full mast. I’m instantly aroused to the point I feel lightheaded. My hand moves up in a light caress of the lower back. My lips dry in desperate on her skin.
“Pyke!”
I cough. “Babe.” My voice gets rough.
Fuck! I want her badly. I want inside her so deep when my cock poking her warm bare pussy. This feeling is freaking insane. I’ve never been so aroused and controlled at the same time.
“Stop yelling in my ear,” I say calmly, still shaking at the end. “That’s Twinkle, Parker’s Chinchilla.” I lick my lips.
“W-who’s Parker? So, you have a pet in your apartment?”
“My brother. He’s staying at his fiancée’s apartment, so I take care of Twinkle for a while.”
“I don’t like it. It looks like a rat. I almost killed baby Milo before because it looked disgusting.”
“It doesn’t matter if you like it or not. Twinkle is a sweet little thing. She’s a nocturnal animal and sleeps most of the day. I didn’t lock the door when I left, so that’s probably how she got inside.”
I notice Twinkle is still playing her chew toys beside the tub. Camila tightens her legs around my waist causing my cock to press against her warm bare pussy. My pulses are drumming in my ears.
An unsteady breath slips from my lungs. I moan at the sweet torture she’s giving me. My breathing quickens. She pulls her head away causing our face to get closer. Her firm and warm tits still pressed against my chest. She’s also turned on just like me-her eyes are flooded with desires.
“Pyke,” she whispers without breaking eye contact.
“Stop torturing me, Babe. I’m in a second of pushing down what prevents me from thrusting inside of you,” I rush my words with a hiss.
“P-put me down,” she says quickly.
I know she won’t say no if I’ll take her right now because I can feel her hot wetness on my sweatpants. Her body trembles and feels hot. I have to squeeze my eyes shut to prevent me from grabbing her head and kissing her senseless. I can come in my sweatpants just dry humping with her. A few grinds with her can make me explode. This is the torturous night of my life!
I open my eyes only to see her face flushed, eyes still swimming with lust. I close my eyes again, loosening my arms around her as soon as I feel her feet reach the floor. Then I take a step backward.
“I’ll take Twinkle and put her back to the cage.” I turn around without looking back at her.
The rain still pouring outside. I make a soup without burning it even my brain still messing up with Camila’s hot body. She emerges to the kitchen just when I scoop the hot soup into the bowl.
“Smell amazing,” she says, showing her genuine smile.
“Thanks. I can make a good soup. Hope this time you can taste my cooking.”
She sits down on the stool of my black kitchen island. The last time I made for us we happened not to eat them.
“I’m not gonna apologize for that.” She blows a spoonful of soup then sip it to test the temperature. “Oh, my god. This is orgasmic.”
Fuck! My spoon drops down to the bowl. “Stop talking about orgasms.”
A wicked grin spreads on her lips. We enjoy eating in silence until she speaks again, “This is really delicious. I still want to eat, but my tummy can’t take another drop,” she says, rubbing her abdomen.
I groan internally, instead, I reply, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Let me do the cleaning,” she suggests, standing up on the stool.
“No, Babe, you’re my guest.”
“But you did the cooking.”
“It was not that hard. Just go to the living room, be there in a sec. Your car is already in the parking lot, but it’s still dead.”
“I’ll check it later,” she says, walking away.
Why isn’t she driving the Aston Martin?
***
Fuck. Me!
I curse all the curses ever known to mankind. She did not wear the boxers I gave to her. My blue shirt rides up her waist giving me a beautiful view of her bare ass while she’s sleeping soundly on the couch.
I sigh desperately. “What I’m gonna do with you, Camila?”
I groan louder yanking off my shirt over my head to cover what’s between her thighs before picking her up and carry her back to my room. I love my smell on her.
She stirs when I place her down in my bed. “Pyke, is that you?” she murmurs.
“Sleep, Babe.”
“Sleep beside me.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea.”
“Then get out!” she snaps.
“That’s my bed.”
“Then why did you carry me back here?”
“I want you to sleep well.”
“Whatever.”
“You don’t mind?”