I let out a purr, shifting my hips against him as my pussy thrums at the contact with the bare skin of his impossibly hard cock. After last night I can't get enough of him and my body is still ready for him to slip right inside me.
"You didn't get enough last night?"
"Baby, I'm never going to get enough of you. You need to understand that right now."
I laugh, feeling my cheeks glow at the compliment. I know he means it, and it's true for me too. I never thought sex could be so good, but with him I know it's so much more than just the physical. We are made for each other, and he was made to put his seed inside me just like I was made to grow his children. Our children.
Without another word, he shifts his hips, rubbing himself against me. All the while he thumbs at my tingling clit, making me buck against his hand and lean back, full of heat and groaning for more.
He flips us over in a sweaty tangle when I'm breathless, and it only takes a few strokes before I'm shattering with pleasure, and Tony shoots his sticky load inside me, right where it feels so good.
We shower together, barely able to keep our hands to ourselves. I'm at the point where I don't think we are ever going to leave his apartment again, when Tony makes a suggestion.
"Let's go for pizza."
My smile tips my lips. Nothing fancy, I'm not so much of a fancy girl. And after all our athletics, I could go for greasy dough loaded with cheese. "Now that is a great idea."
"It is, isn't it?" Tony says, offering me his arm as we head out the door and down to get his car from the valet who parked it.
I figure he's taking me somewhere in Little Italy, but we wind up somewhere completely different. I shoot him a side look when he pulls us up outside the Willis Tower and leads me towards the entrance of the Skydeck.
"What are we doing here?"
Tony shrugs. "It's a beautiful day. I bet you'd get some great pictures up there."
I bite my lip, unwilling to tell him just how ravenous he's made me. Pizza can wait for another hour, I guess. He's taking me for a nice date, I don't want to seem ungrateful when I never thought I would even come close to spending time with him like this, just the two of us. I've never gone up to see the view, and it has to be worth it.
Every minute together makes me realize just how good we are together. Around him, I feel like I can be myself, and I love that I get to see his joking side when all too often he's showing his stern, serious side in the neighborhood. I guess because it's his job to keep the balance right and everyone protected and in line.
Tony brushes us past a sign that says the place is closed for a private booking, ducking us under a roped off barricade with a nod to a security guard minding the elevator.
"Tony!" I hiss, really not sure he should be doing this.
"Libby, relax. I know these guys."
"But the sign…"
"Don't you worry about the sign. You could do with doing some things you wanna do, instead of what you're supposed to all the time."
I let out a breath, rolling my eyes as he threads his fingers through mine, tugging me towards the elevator.
"Okay, fine." I have to admit it's kind of thrilling to sneak into a place like this.
When we get to the top, the viewing deck is entirely empty apart from us, and the view across the city takes my breath away.
"Wow. I never knew you could see so far!"
"It's a great view, huh?"
He follows me over to the window, and takes my hand again, drawing me over to one of the overhanging glass balconies.
"Uh uh. No way. I saw on the news, those things break."
"It's not gonna break, Libby. I promise you. Do you trust me?"
He holds his hand out, backing into the overhanging rectangle of glass, and I realize I'm holding my breath. He gives a little jump, landing heavily, and just like he says, nothing happens.
"Fine. But it's all on you if it shatters."
"I'll take the gamble."
He draws me in close, and one minute I'm doing my very best not to look down at the glass floor beneath our feet, relishing in Tony’s tight hold on me, and the next he's kissing me deeply. I let out a hum, feeling myself melt against him.
When did I get so lucky? This man has to be perfect. He sure is perfect for me.
The ding of the elevator makes me pull back with a guilty little gasp, suddenly full of visions of security throwing us out. But it's not that at all. When the doors open, a delivery driver steps out, holding a couple of individual sized pizza boxes. I can tell from the boxes they're from Pequod's. That's not just any pizza.
I frown, narrowing my eyes in playful suspicion at Tony.
The last thing I would think was possible would be to get a pizza delivered up here, but then Tony's no regular guy.
He beckons the guy over, taking out his wallet and folding off a couple of bills, swapping them for the boxes.
"Tony...?"
He grins when he sees how wide my eyes are.
"What? I called in a favor. This is the best deep dish in the city."
"Tony, we're on the Skydeck! And it's supposed to be closed!"
"Yeah. For us."
"What?" I can't get over what he must have done to make this happen. It's so over the top, and I love it!
"Aw, Libby, you're telling me you don't like the view?"
I laugh at him, feeling every part of me glow with appreciation for this man who would use every contact he has ever made over all the years he's worked this
