It was time for real action. My hands kept moving over her smooth, hot skin, exploring the curves and finding the small of her back.
The air around us was thick and humid with our combined heat. The smell of her skin, mixed with her light perfume, was immense. My fingers slid down her body until I found my way into her below.
Nicole gasped with a sharp, immediate intake of air, and arched her back, pressing herself harder against me. Her muscles tightened under my touch.
The pleasure was so intense that my control began to shake. I could feel her growing wetness, to make it feel even special, My hand started moving down her sides, every small motion drawing a quiet sound out of her.
The air between us snapped tight—heat pulsing through every breath. I could feel how close she was to losing control, her body trembling as she clung to me.
I matched her rhythm, learning it in seconds, each touch pushing her higher. Her fingers dug into my shoulders, a quiet gasp breaking through as the tension in her legs gave way.
For a moment, she just pressed her forehead against mine, catching her breath, the world completely still around us.
My other hand moved up, finding her chest while the other stayed low, drawing shaky breaths out of her. The sound she made was loud which cut through the silence—half pleasure, half warning.
For a second I froze, listening for any sign that someone might've heard us, but the world outside was dead still.
She caught my gaze, that small dangerous smile back on her lips, daring me to keep going. Everything about her response—the way she moved, the way her body leaned into each touch—made it clear how close she was to breaking.
The pulse under my fingers was wild, the heat impossible to ignore.
"Oh, Luke, you are the best, babe," she whispered, her voice a mix of heavy breath and a satisfied smile.
She didn't know what she was saying, of course. The pleasure was making her say the words that came from no where.
"Are you enjoying this?" I asked her, needing the confirmation.
"Oh, yeah! Please don't stop now," she breathed heavily, the sound of her need filling the small room.
I started moving her shorts. They followed my hand's command until they were completely off. Her thighs were hot, immediately touching my skin.
My secret weapon was out, fully ready to attack. I first groped over her pants, feeling the intense heat and wetness.
I quickly moved her pants aside and slid the tip of mine in.
Her response was so intense, I knew she was already near the breaking point. That total surrender made me take full control. I held her waist tight and inserted all six inches of me.
At this point, she was unable to make a sound, only small, caught breaths escaped her.
I felt like a monster—a monster getting exactly what he wished for. The heat and wetness inside her was really something else. The stroking began slowly, then quickly picked up speed, thrusting deeper and harder with each stroke.
She held my chest, and I could feel the sharp pain of her nails digging into my skin as she reached her peak, but I had to endure it.
I felt something hot pouring down onto my thighs and knew I had made it, I felt a sense of pride and I made her cum.
I stopped for a moment letting her catch her breath. She leaned on me, completely tired, breathing so heavily her chest was heaving. I touched her hair, gently petting her. After almost fifteen seconds of quiet, she said,
"It is your turn now to enjoy."
She told me to lay on the sofa. Now she was on top of me, climbing up. She started riding and bouncing roughly.
The cute neighbor who moved in yesterday had turned into a furious predator, and I was just a willing, surprised prey.
She rode me like an expert, and I was quickly reaching for my release. I held her waist down, trying to control the speed. She tried to stop me, but I overpowered her, and I burst all into her, feeling the perfect, complete relief.
We held each other for about a minute. She was so happy, her face resting on my shoulder.
"You are the best. Never leave by my side," she whispered.
At that moment, I had that heavy, empty feeling you get right after release—you don't feel the pleasure anymore, you just don't want anything.
I carried her to the bathroom so that we could take a shower. After the shower, my body felt fresh again.
I was drying myself, and she asked me what she should wear. She was standing there, holding her towel.
"Aren't you going back to your apartment?" I asked, the question just coming out naturally.
"You don't need me anymore, Luke?" she asked, her face showing a sudden, sad expression.
I couldn't say no to her. The loneliness was too real.
I told her to look in the closet if she could find anything that fits. She found one of my T-shirts; it was too big for her, so it looked like a small dress.
I dropped my tired body onto the bed. After the series of chaotic events, I desperately needed to rest.
She then climbed onto the bed. I felt immediately awkward. I had never slept with a girl in one bed for a whole night, ever.
When I looked into her face, she was smiling like I had made her whole day. I felt the awful loneliness that had plagued me for months finally disappear, and I started thinking:
"Having a girlfriend is not bad at all. But look at me: my neighbor just moved in yesterday, and today I'm already chewing her. What kind of man am I?"
"Is there something wrong, Luke?" she snapped me out of my thoughts after I had been staring at the ceiling for too long.
"Nah," I lied. "I was just wondering where did you learn all that?" I asked, I was curious.
She laughed, a warm, easy sound that completely filled the room. Without saying anything, she moved, and her head was now laying on my arm. She began drawing random shapes on my chest with her finger.
"Why is your heartbeat racing so fast?" she asked, noticing my panic.
"Maybe just because I'm nervous. I have never slept with a woman like this," I admitted.
"Really? It seems you have a lot to learn," she said, her voice soft and teasing.
"Maybe you can teach me," I told her, finally daring to tease back.
"Don't worry, Luke. You are in the right place," she said.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, she moved up and kissed me on the mouth—a quick, soft press of her lips. "Good night," she said.
I felt a wave of eternal peace wash over me. My mind finally went quiet.
It wasn't long before I slept, the deep and heavy sleep of someone who was emotionally and physically exhausted.
***
The shrill, jarring sound of my phone ringing woke me up. I reached for it, my body still feeling heavy and sleepy. I checked the screen. It was Mark.
"Hello?" I mumbled, my voice thick with sleep.
"Wake up, sad face! It's already nine. Listen, that work trip we planned? It's next week, Get your act together. Pack a bag. All the information about the clients and what you need to bring will be in the office group chat. Don't be late!" Mark's voice was sharp and annoying, even through the phone.
Then he just hung up.
I looked at the clock; it was nine already. I looked over to the spot where she slept—there was no one. The pillow was still dented, but she was gone.
So she left without even saying goodbye, I thought, a familiar wave of disappointment hitting me.
"So, you are awake," a voice said.
I snapped my head toward the living room entrance. There she was. Nicole.
I wondered what she had been doing; she still wore my shirt that looked like a dress on her.
"Thought you already left," I said, trying to hide the fact that I had been staring at the empty bed.
"No, but I'm leaving now. See you later, neighbor," she said, walking toward the door.
I suddenly remembered something. I asked about my shirt. She just smiled and told me not to worry about it.
Then she was out the door.
I wanted to keep sleeping, to dive back into the quiet peace she brought, but I couldn't. I decided to wake up, and when I came into the living room, I stopped.
On the coffee table, next to the mess of empty plates, was a freshly prepared breakfast. Eggs, toast, and a glass of juice. She had quietly cooked and cleaned up before leaving.
I just smiled. I wondered what she was planning, but this time, the curiosity was mixed with a soft warmth.