I let out my breath in a shaky sigh, and Brett choose that moment to press his fingers firmly against my tender clit. A pulse of electricity passes over me and as much as I try to stop it, I can’t help it. I let out an ahh sound. Brett clamps his other hand over my mouth in time to stop me from screaming out loud.
“Is everything okay back there?” the driver asks as Brett takes his hand away from my face. “I thought I heard something.” He catches my eye in the mirror.
I know I must look as dishevelled as I feel, but I catch myself and smile. “I’m fine. Just a cramp.” I’m surprised at how normal my voice sounds. I sound a little breathless, but a bad enough cramp could do that right?
The driver holds my eye a moment longer and then he nods once and his eyes go back to the road.
Brett and I look at each other and we both laugh quietly.
“Those damned cramps can strike just about anywhere,” Brett says, his eyes shining with amusement. He rubs his fingers over me again, and again,
I feel a sharp jolt of electricity go through me. This time, I manage to hold in the moan that tries to leave me. “Yes, so it would seem,” I say.
I move my hand away from Brett’s and he runs his fingers lightly along my panties. My panties are so wet now that they are sticking to me. I can see the lust passing across Brett’s face as he feels how wet they are.
He removes his hand from beneath my dress as the car pulls onto his block. His driver stops the car outside of a fancy looking building and I peer out of the window. A doorman stands on the door to the apartments, and inside, I can see a manned desk.
Brett thanks the driver and gets out of the car with the food bag. I push my door open as Brett comes around the back of the car. He reaches the door as I start to get out. He offers me his hand and I take it, feeling myself flush. I am well aware of where that hand has just been. The magic it can make. Even my fingertips feel the magic as Brett touches them.
I get out of the car and Brett takes my hand in his, sending more sparks running through me. He leads me into the building, nodding a hello at the doorman who opens the door for us and wishes us a good evening.
Oh, we will be having a good evening all right.
He greets the man behind the desk by name and then he leads me to the elevator. He presses the button and we step inside. As soon as the doors close behind us, we look at each other and we both burst into laughter.
“A cramp? You couldn’t come up with something better than that?” Brett laughs.
“I just panicked in the moment.” I giggle. “Seriously, it was either telling him I had a cramp, or telling him not to mind me, I was just flooding his seats.”
The laughter dies on Brett’s lips and he stares at me
It’s a look so intense I feel my insides shifting.
He releases my hand and wraps his spare arm around my waist, pulling me to him. He presses his lips against mine, kissing me hard and passionately.
I hear myself moan and I push my hand into his hair, mashing his lips even tighter against mine.
Pushing his tongue into my mouth, he meets mine with it. Just as abruptly as he kissed me, he pulls away and takes my hand again, as though nothing happened. The elevator doors ping open and he smiles at me, a teasing smile that tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“This is us,” he says, leading me out of the elevator and down a short length of hallway.
The hallway is lined with a thick red carpet that feels like springy grass beneath my feet.
He leads me to the only door in sight and digs in his pocket.
“There are no other doors along here,” I say stupidly.
He laughs softly. “That’s because there are no other apartments up here.”
“You have the full floor?” I ask, my surprise showing.
Finding his key, Brett starts to open the door. He turns his attention to me and shakes his head. “Sure,” he says. “And thanks for sounding so surprised that I might be successful enough to have a big apartment.”
“I wasn’t—I-I didn’t …” I stutter.
Brett laughs again, and kisses the tip of my nose. “I know. I was just joking Opal.”
When he says my name it reminds me of the last time he said it, when he told me to come for him, and a shiver of desire runs through me. I try to swallow but my mouth is suddenly dry. My pussy clenches, and my clit tingles. I’m ready for more. I am always ready for more when I’m with Brett. Even when I’m coming down from an orgasm, feeling lazy and sated, I’m still ready for more of him.
Brett gets the door open and pushes it wide, gesturing with his arm for me to enter.
I step inside.
He flicks the light on and then turns it lower, leaving a soft, romantic looking glow over the room.
The room is absolutely huge. At one end, a large kitchen area dominates the space, filled with every gadget imaginable. A high counter runs the length of it, separating it out from the rest of the room to some extent. A row of four white, tall stools are pushed close to the counter.
I can’t help but picture a topless Brett sitting there eating breakfast on a sunny morning, the sun shining in and giving his hair lighter colored flecks. I clear my throat and move my attention away
