A moment later, I cry out as I feel my cock pulse and then explode inside of her. Berlin buries her face in my neck, her loud moans lost in my flesh as my body twitches, and I fill her up with my come. We cling to each other for several long moments, the tightness of her pussy milking every last drop of come from me.
Slowly, we come back to ourselves, and she leans down, giving me a soft, tender kiss. I pull her to me in a warm embrace for a moment before she slides off my lap. We stare at each other in silence for a few seconds before we start laughing for no discernible reason. A feeling of warmth envelopes us both as this bond that’s been building between us grows stronger – it’s something neither of us can deny.
“I – I should get home,” she finally breaks the silence.
“Absolutely. What about your car?”
“It’s okay. I’ll take an Uber in the morning.”
She opens the door and climbs out of the back. I see her take a quick glance around; pensiveness etched upon her face. I slide out after her and see nobody around. It looks as deserted as it did when we climbed into the back seat, so we both do our best to put ourselves back together. Berlin hides behind the open car door to adjust her panties, then smooths out her skirt and tries to do the same with her hair – something that makes me laugh. She slaps me on the chest but grins.
“Shut up. This is your fault,” she says.
“I apologize.”
She leans into me and gives me a kiss, then pulls back and looks into my eyes. “It’s okay.”
Finally put back together sufficiently, I hold the door open and let her climb into the passenger seat, then walk around and slide behind the wheel. Our journey is mostly silent but still warm and companionable. Half an hour later, I pull to a stop in front of her building – which has definitely seen better days. It’s not a tenement by any stretch of the imagination, but it certainly looks – worn.
As if embarrassed by where she lives, Berlin looks away from me and quickly throws open the door. She gives me a quick peck on the lips and climbs out.
“I – I’ll call you,” she promises. “Soon.”
I nod. “If not, I’ll just show up at your office again.”
She gives me a smile as she closes the car door and practically sprints into her building without a backward glance. I’m about to pull away from the curb when an idea strikes me. I look at the doorway of her building again and weigh the pros and cons in my mind.
Coming to the conclusion that sometimes it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission, I shut off the engine and climb out of my car.
Chapter Nineteen Berlin
The fact that the elevator is actually working makes me believe today is going to be one of those rare, good days when things are going to go my way. It’s been a few days since I saw Sawyer, but I’m still wrapped up in those warm feelings he inspires in me – not to mention the small, delicious aches inside of me.
I still can’t believe I had sex with him in his car. I hadn’t intended to have sex with him at all that day. But Sawyer has such a force of personality and just oozes sex appeal from his every pore that I couldn’t stop myself. I’m just drawn to and desire him in ways I can’t explain – ways that have made me abandon my long-held virginity with barely a second thought.
Not to be cliché or anything, but Sawyer has absolutely rocked my world. He’s so commanding that he gets me wet in the blink of an eye. I’ve never thought of myself as a submissive sort of woman, but I’m happy to give over that control to him – at least, if only in the bedroom. But the way he takes charge and has his way with me is sexy as hell.
Sawyer makes me feel so amazing. He makes me feel desired. Wanted. When Sawyer looks at me, I feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet. Maybe the only woman on the planet. All I know is that I’ve never felt the way I do with Sawyer – like a sexual being.
I know I had some initial misgivings after the first time we slept together. I admit that I had a small freak out about it. But as I’ve gotten to know Sawyer, as my feelings for him have developed, any lingering regrets or misgivings have faded away.
When the elevator doors slide open, the smile on my face falls away. Lou is in the lobby applying a coat of paint to a section of wall that’s needed it for the last year or so. I guess I should be pleased he’s doing it at all. I step out of the elevator and stride toward the front door as Lou puts his paintbrush down in the tray and pulls a rag out of his pocket, wiping his hands as he turns to me.
I’m in a good mood right now, and the last thing I want is for that to be spoiled. I don’t want to deal with Lou yelling at me for being behind in the rent. It’s happened quite a lot in recent months – which is personally embarrassing for me – but I don’t want to talk about it right now. I’m feeling too good to deal with Captain Buzzkill.
I’m reaching for the door when his voice stops me, which feels a lot like I’ve just had a glass of ice cold water thrown in my face.
“Hey, Berlin,” he starts.
Letting out a long breath, I
