0 comments/ 32965 views/ 2 favorites Cum for Me Ch. 01 By: Suesse His key in hand, Briana walked up the stairs of the apartment building to the fourth floor. It was past midnight. She had just gotten off work. Checking the name above the doorbell to make sure it was the right apartment, she took a few seconds to allow one more nagging reality check to enter her mind before she resolutely used the key to unlock the door. She would have given anything to go somewhere else to spend the night. But the fact remained that she had nowhere else to go. Putting down little bag containing a change of clothes and her toothbrush, she looked around the spacious living room. Briana was not sure what she had expected, but besides from being messy, his place did not strike her as a man's apartment at all. There were plants, first of all. And little knick knacks next to the stereo system. Taking in more details of the living room, kitchen, and hallway towards the bathroom, Briana became aware that all lights on despite the late hour. Taking out her toothbrush in the bathroom, she felt uncomfortable seeing things she had not expected of the man she had now worked with for over a year. She would have never guessed that his place could actually seem quite likable. Well, Briana justified her expectations with the little knowledge she had of this man apart from the obvious good looks and lean body. He was a cop like herself, but doing the job for too long. He hardly smiled let alone show any kind of emotion - to anybody. Why on earth had he offered his apartment for her to sleep over? She still did not have an answer to that question. The lights were on. Where was he? Was he still up? Brushing her teeth vigorously, Briana made her way down the hallway. She found him in the study, stretched out on a small sofa, head tilted back a little, with an open book resting on his chest. Somewhat entranced be the peaceful image, Briana stared at his face for a few moments, taking in his relaxed features. At work she only saw him being under constant pressure, lips pressed together tightly. She found herself gazing down his firm body, admiring the confidence he protruded even in his sleep. Putting on her nightshirt in the bathroom, Briana tried to remember his first name. Ever since she had started working in the precinct, she had called him by his last name - Jordan. He had never asked her to do otherwise. For one year, she had worked with him the most but actually knew less about him than any other person at work. He kept to himself, had pushed her away. And after that she had not made any other attempt to initiate a talk or anything else that went beyond work, no matter how often her friends would encourage her. The sofa in the living room was laden with books and DVDs. But there was only one bedroom. The decision seemed to come from her tired mind and body. The bed! He wasn't sleeping in it anyway. She would wake up if he happened to walk in, anyway. Tripping over a pile of clean laundry at the foot of his bed, Briana wished she had stayed at a friend's house instead. But she had asked many favors like sleep-overs lately. And she did not want to overextend her friends' welcome. In a few days, she would find the right apartment, and then she would be fine. With that, she fell asleep. Briana woke up when Jordan was already by the side of the bed. Half asleep, she watched him pulling his t-shirt up and over his head with one hand in one swift motion. Then she sat up. The way he froze on the spot could have been funny if his eyes had met hers with less coldness. "I didn't mean to startle you," Briana said sleepily, pulling the covers up almost to her chin. Jordan didn't return her smile. "You could sleep on the sofa," he suggested as he unbuckled his jeans. "It was pretty messy," Briana began but halted when he got under the covers on the other side. "Well," he said matter of factly, "then you have to share the bed with me!" Briana looked at Jordan in disbelief for a few seconds and thought about getting up and clearing off the sofa, but then she laid back down and turned onto her side, her back facing him. She was sure there was nothing to worry about. He would ignore her just as he always did. And in the morning, he would be getting up very early. With that, she fell back asleep. At first, she thought it was a dream - the first sexual dream in ages. She could feel a muscular body behind hers - so close that his erect penis was trapped between him and her ass. She could feel a rough hand traveling down her side to to her thigh, and then back up, around her shoulder, and to her right breast. She felt his hot breath on her neck, and it excited her to feel his naked chest pressed against her back. His hand left her breast and moved down her belly. His fingers pulled lightly on her trimmed pubic hair. It was a dream - it had to be. Or wasn't it? Briana tried to move but his fingers found her clit and stroked it hard and fast. "Ooooh," she moaned, now too awake to mistake dream with reality. She felt how wet she was, and he must have felt it too because his cock grew even harder against her ass. She had to stop him. She had to stop herself. His hand was not even gentle. How could she possibly enjoy his fingers working her pussy? How could she possibly even lay in bed with a man who did not want to get close to anybody? But her questions didn't matter. His fingers, gentle or not, knew just the right spots, the right pressure, and the right pace. Briana could not even remember anybody making her cum this way before. Her body was out of control. She did not have a choice other than to give in to his body pressed against hers and his fingers gliding in and out of her; it was fundamental; the need so apparent. When Briana felt herself going over the edge, she reached behind her and grabbed his hair, pulling his face closer into her neck. "Jordan, you..." She could not finish what she had wanted to say. The intensity of the orgasm made her forget everything. She felt her body starting to shake as she closed her eyes and started to moan uncontrollably. Wave followed wave, and she was lost in pleasure. And then, it was too much. She tried to get away, but he held her close to his cock. Still shaking, she lifted one leg over his thighs, and then he entered her with his large cock, sliding in with ease and such controlled movements that she reached down to grab his ass to pull him closer. But he refrained, sliding out of her completely, needing to be in control of what happened between them. After a few moments, Briana felt his cock back against her pussy, but she turned around and pushed him onto his back, determined enough to make him do what she wanted. In the dim light she could see him staring into her eyes as she sat on him. Her hands moved down to her pussy, opening her lips to guide his cock into her dripping slit, and when she felt the head of his cock against her opening, she lowered herself slowly onto him until he filled her completely. Without making another move, they stared at each other, trying to hide the passion both of them were feeling at this moment. Still staring into his eyes, she moved her arms and cupped her tits gently in her hands. He could not help breaking the contact her eyes to look down as she started pulling on her nipples, lightly at first, then harder. Briana watched Jordan lose control as she had minutes ago, and knowing that she could get to him made her legs tighten around his hips. His moan came from deep within as he sat up to take one nipple into his mouth. He sucked on it lightly. Briana started to move her hands away from her tits to give his tongue more room, but he put his hands onto hers and made her continue touching herself while he sucked her nipples. She tilted her head back when his mouth started to explore every inch of her skin, kissing up her shoulder to her neck, very gently now. She finally removed her hands from her body and wove her fingers into his hair, pulling his face closer to her. His moans excited Briana tremendously. She had thought that a man like him would not make a sound in bed, trying to suppress every feeling of joy he was able to have. And maybe not feeling anything had been his original intent. But now his hands had become gently, exciting her, driving her wild while his fingers found her clit once more and touched her lightly. She involuntarily moved on top of him, setting into motion a chain reaction. They both moaned. As he laid back, Briana started to make slow movements, lifting herself up until only the tip remained inside of her, only to impale herself on his cock completely. His hands cupped her tits, his fingers pulled on her nipples while he matched her movements. Then, their eyes met again as she quickened the pace, feeling another orgasm approaching. Their eyes locked as he held on to her hips, directing her movements now as he felt her tighten around him. Uncontrolled movements, ragged breathing, and then she felt her body start to shake, and he pulled her down to him and kissed her as she moaned against his lips. The kiss was deep and wild, and as soon as she came down from her amazing climax, Briana could feel Jordan go over the edge. His body tensed dramatically before too started to shake, and she could feel his hot cum inside of her while she broke the kiss by lifting her head, listening to his wild moans as he came. Having closed his eyes, she had the chance to watch his face. It was like looking at somebody she had not seen before. He was so relaxed and unaware of the emotions that were displayed on his face that she would have liked to look at him for the rest of the night. He opened his eyes and looked at her, and within a split second she knew what she had to do. She lifted herself off his body and got up without saying a word. In the bathroom, she put on her clothes and then left the apartment. Cum for Me Ch. 02 Jordan found Briana early the following morning, sleeping on the a sofa in the rec room, in the basement of the precinct. Curled up in a blanket, her blonde hair covered most of her face, but he could tell nevertheless that she was asleep. He sat down next to her on the very edge of the sofa and very gently brushed a few strands of hair out of her face. Briana awoke instantly. Opening her eyes, it took a while before they focused on Jordan. "What time is it?" she asked sleepily. "Almost 7am," came his answer, upon which she closed her eyes again and pulled the blanket tight around her. "I can sleep another three hours..." With that she just left him sitting there, ignoring him just like he usually did. Something stirred inside of him; maybe it was anger. He was not used to being treated like nothing had happened. In fact, he was only used to treating others that way. Jordan wanted to shrug his shoulders, get up, and leave. But for some reason he stayed where he was, looking down at Briana, feeling his face soften as he remembered making love with her. No, he corrected himself immediately. He had fucked her; it was sex, nothing more. Only in the end it had felt like more; he could not even remember ever being as gentle as he had been with her. The peculiar turn his thoughts took scared him to no end. Nobody was supposed to break down the wall he had built around himself so carefully. But for some reason he had been disappointed and upset when he woke up an hour ago, noticing that Briana was gone. When she had gotten up after sex, he thought she would come right back, and he had drifted off to sleep. Now he watched her sleep on that sofa, and he felt the urge to hold her. He hadn't been fair to her. Briana knew enough about him to understand that he was not willing to give anything. Hell, he had treated her badly ever since she had started working with him, just so that she would not even entertain the idea of being attracted to him. He shook his head at the thought of pushing her away in the very beginning, hurting her on purpose to stop her right in the tracks, wiping that open smile off her face that he knew could get to him if he did not stop her. Sex was not the issue. There were plenty of women he could find attractive and go to bed with without ever slipping into the twilight zone of a relationship. But Briana did not belong to that group of women. Briana was attractive. From the very beginning he had liked her long curly hair and her bright green eyes. Her laugh was intoxicating and her casual style refreshing. Heck, he would have liked to go to bed with her the very first day. But Briana also had character. It wasn't just the color of her eyes that were startling. She had a way of looking at people and seeing beyond the obvious. She might have been blonde, but she did not fit into any cliche. She was smart, resolute, and tenacious. And Jordan knew from the very beginning that he had better watch out. Jordan had heard about Briana breaking up with her lawyer lover of two years because the idiot had had an affair with his secretary. He also knew that Briana had moved out of their apartment right away and therefore did not have a place to stay. Without thinking, a couple of days ago, he had offered her to stay at his place, wondering later if he had become insane, especially after giving her a key to his apartment. And when he had found her in his bed last night, he could not help but being angry at her for being attracted to her despite all his good intentions of detachment. After he had tried to fall asleep for two hours, he finally rolled over and touched her, pleasantly surprised by the softness of her skin, the fullness of her breasts, and the sweetness of her pussy. He had felt the urge to eat her out but had known that he could have run the risk of losing himself completely. He did not want to lose control. He did not want his body to show emotions he tried to hide so hard. But then Briana had surprised him by cumming on his hand, by giving in to her passion. And then, when she had sat on him, playing with her beautiful tits, he had given in to her and had shown his own passion and need quite willingly, he remembered. Nothing had mattered anymore when he sat up to suck on her hard nipples. It did not matter that he had moaned freely at the sight of her and the feelings she evoked in him. It did not matter that he had pulled her down to kiss her wildly when she started to cum on him again. It did not matter that he had lost total control of himself when he came, taking great pleasure in shooting everything he had into her tight hot cunt, and even holding her afterwards, having trouble catching his breath. Jordan shook his head again, as to try to rid himself of the memory that had burned itself into his brain. He had felt something that he had not allowed himself to feel in years, and when he had woken up finding that he was alone, he had felt momentary panic and pain, just as he had years back, so long ago that his memory of it now failed him. And then all of the sudden it was clar to him that he would have pushed Briana away if she had stayed long enough for him to regain his composure. It was obvious that she had left for that very fact. He had already hurt her enough. Jordan looked down at her blonde hair and touched it lightly, careful not to wake her up accidently. He had promised himself not to feel anything for anybody for so long now that even he was convinced he could not start anew. And so he got up, careful not to make any noise, and he left the room to go to work. Four weeks later, Briana opened her apartment door full of energy, smiling to greet whoever was standing outside. But when her eyes fell on Jordan standing there in the hallway, her friendly smile disappeared immediately. What could he possibly want, she asked herself, becoming quite nervous under his stare. She tried to regain her composure, standing up tall, not letting him know how much he could get to her. It had been a nightmare working with him as if nothing had happened. She was quite sure that it was not at all hard for him to forget that night four weeks ago when they had made love; for him it had just been sex anyhow. But then sometimes she felt his eyes on her when he thought she was not paying attention, and then she remembered his moans and the way he had looked at her back then, and she thought he must feel something. Still standing in the doorway, Briana was unsure of what to do. She did not want to see him, let alone talk to him, especially in her new apartment which, in her mind, did not need to be contaminated by Jordan's presence. Brushing him off and slamming the door shut in front of his nose would have given her just a little bit of satisfaction - a little outlet for the anger she still felt. But then again she considered herself mature and determined to prove to him that she did not need to run away from whatever was between them. And so she cleared her throat discreetly and forced herself to look up into his face. "Do you want to come in?" She opened the door wide and watched as Jordan walked past her into the living room and looked around. Shutting the door gave Briana a few extra seconds to collect herself. In vain she tried to calm her racing heartbeat out of pure will. Her eyes fell on Jordan's back. Even though he had just gotten of work, he must have run home to take a shower and change his clothes. His brown hair was still damp. His blue jeans must have been the oldest pair he owned because they were faded and quite tight - tight enough to not do a good job at hiding his sexy ass; not a good job at all. Having a little more effect with her will-power this time, Briana forced herself to take her eyes off Jordan's ass and look at his face instead. She had to get him out of her head. It was all an illusion. The night four weeks ago had been a mistake. Even if he happened to feel something for her, he did not want to show it. It had been tough but Briana had managed to work with him and suppress the anger and disappointment she felt. And she was going to show him now that she was over him - completely. Jordan recognized that little movement of her chin. He had seen her lift her chin like that a couple of times before and knew that whatever Briana had been uncertain about before was now decided. She was not going to make it easy on him. Not that he had expected anything of the sort. He looked down at his shoes for a moment, unsure of what to say. But after taking a particular interest in the shape of her hardwood floor, Jordan forced himself to look her directly. He had come here for a reason and he was not going to leave without letting it out. They stared at each other for a few seconds, each of them determined to win this round. But then Jordan turned around and sat down on her favorite chair. A few seconds later, he stood up again. He brushed through his hair with all ten fingers at once and looked at her with increasing uncertainty. It was so obvious, but Briana was too wrapped up in her own blur of feelings that it took her minutes to realize that Jordan was searching for the right words. She sat down on her second favorite chair and watched him pace the floor. It was the first time she saw him like this - unsure of himself, not knowing what to say, embarrassed, kind of. Reluctantly she also had to admit that she was still attracted to him. Without any effort at all she could recall that night four weeks ago. She could even feel his ass under her hands, moving his cock in and out of her cunt. She shook her head to find back to reality. He as not staring out of her balcony door because he had suddenly realized that he liked her. Or had he? Stunned by that possibility, she looked up and their eyes met. "I did not eat you out!" he said slowly and but determined. "What?" she said, unable to think of anything else for a reply. Searching for words, she found herself staring at him, standing only a few feet away, and she thought she must be dreaming. But he continued. "I wanted to eat you out, to taste you so badly, but I didn't." He shrugged, fingers slipping through his brown hair once again. "I thought if I keep it simple, there won't be any memories." He looked at her now, scanning Briana's face for some form of understanding. Then he chuckled sarcastically and buried his hands deep in the front pockets of his jeans. "Instead, I remember everything. I remember the softness of your skin, the feeling of your long hair on my body; how you came on me..." He shook his head, reliving that night in his mind. "You were so beautiful, sitting on me, riding me, driving me insane." He smiled as he remembered her naked body close to his, but then he caught her eyes staring at him as if he had gone made, and his smile faded. "I have treated you badly ever since your first day at the precinct, and even when I showed some kind of human emotion and offered you to stay at my place, I could not treat you with respect. I had to come on to you in the middle of the night, touching you before you even had the chance to say 'no'. And then I did not say a word about all this for four weeks." Jordan looked at Briana intently now, looking for some kind of expression in her eyes, something that would make him see that she comprehended the full scope of emotions he displayed in front of her, for the first time ever in such a long time. But she did not know, could not know that he was trembling inside, that his monologue was one of a kind, one he had doubted he would be capable of. "I am sorry for making such an ass out of myself," he added, and his voice faltered when he realized that Briana was not going to open her arms and give him a hug for this speech of his. He had come here to apologize, nothing more, he tried to remind himself. Why then, did he feel worse than ever? She had let him in, she had listened to him. All this was more than he had expected. And yet her silence was like a slap in the face. It took a different kind of courage to look into her eyes once more and to say what he had really come here for. He could not remember the last time he had apologized to someone. But he was not going to leave without doing it. "I am sorry I hurt you." Cum for Me Ch. 03 Jordan and Briana worked different shifts for a while. But after a few weeks, Jordan was due to work days again, with Briana. Briana was not sure how she would handle working together again after Jordan's surprise visit three weeks back. But it turned out that her worries had been for nothing because Jordan did not show up at work on the day of their first professional collaboration effort. When she found out that he had taken a week off work, Briana knew that he had done so because of her. When they had worked different shifts over the last three weeks, Briana had seen Jordan only a couple of times just before he left the precinct to go home. But the few times she had seen him, he had looked at her directly, which he had never done before, and when he spoke to her, the harsh tone in his voice disappeared. After Jordan's visit to her appartment, Briana tried to forget what had happened. She welcomed each morning that she had to get up to go to work; first of all because it was certain that Jordan wasn't working the same hours, and secondly because she could concentrate on her work and not think about him as much. But at night, when she was home, there was no way she could forget his naked body and his hands touching her. There was also no way she could forget the twenty minutes he had spent in her appartment. When she thought of that scene in her mind and re-lived the memory of how he had revealed quite a bit about himself, she desparately wanted to pick up the phone and call him. She did not call, however. No matter how strong the impulse and the longing was, Briana wanted a real relationship. And that was something she doubted Jordan was able to have. Briana went out as much as she could at night. Sometimes she did not come home until 2am. She liked to be either at work or so exhausted that she could go to sleep instantly. Her friends tried to tell her that he might be capable of change and finally let somebody into his life after all. But Briana did not even want to entertain that possibility. She did not want to get hurt again. Tonight, Briana was to meet Jacklyn and Dana at the local bar just a few blocks away from her new home. Determined to have a good time, Briana opened the the heavy wooden door to the pub and stepped inside, instantly being greeted by the warm air. Spotting her two friends instantly, she made her way through the crowd to their table. "Hey Bri, we've been waiting for you," said Dana, pointing at her watch. "It's almost ten already. There is nothing wrong with being on time every once in a while, you know." But her eyes were twinkling and she tried to hide a smile. Briana looked from Dana to Jackie as she sat down. "What's up with you two? You look like your are about to burst." Now Jackie and Dana exchanged a very meaningful look before Jackie leaned over and nodded towards the other room where people played pool. "Jordan is just around that corner with a friend. They came in half an hour ago." "Are you sure it is him?" Briana asked, not knowing what was harder to believe: Jordan taking time to have a drink or the fact that he had a friend. All this time, she never once heard him hanging out with anybody. His private life was a total mystery at the precinct. And even though she knew she should leave before seeing him would make matters worse, she also had to see who he was with. She got up, ignoring her friends' laughter, and walked around the corner to where she would have a good view of the other room. Her eyes found him in a second. His hair was untidy, his shirt was not tucked in, and he was halfway leaning over the table in front of him. He had to be drunk! Across from Jordan, his back facing her, sat a man she had never seen before. The business suit he was wearing looked expensive even from the distance. Making up her mind without thinking too much about the consequences, Briana walked up to their talbe. "There she is," Jordan said in a somewhat muffled voice before Briana could say anything. She looked at him, surprised. He had not even looked up. He could not be a s drunk as she had expected. Ignoring Jordan's comment, Briana turned to his friend. "Hi! I'm Briana!" she said and extended her hand to shake his hand. "I'm Daniel!" he said, smiling. "I've heard a lot about you the last couple of hours." He reached behind him to pull another chair over for her to sit on, but Briana shook her head. "I'm here with some friends of mine. I just came to say hello and meet a friend of Matt's. So far I thought he did not have any." Daniel laughed. "Well, Matt is more human than he lets on." He got up. "I'll leave you two alone for a few minutes," he said and headed for the restrooms. Turning her head to look at Jordan, Briana was surprised to find him sitting upright on his chair, looking at her with that intent stare that was so characteristic of him. No trace of alcohol reflecting in his eyes. His stare was as intense as ever. "I did not think you knew my first name," he said quietly, and Briana crossed her arms in front of her chest as if that could have put some distance between his words and her reaction to them. She did not even realize that she had called him Matt when she talked to Daniel. They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds. Then, she thought she had better leave, but her eyes trailed off to his full lips. She could remember every kiss, every touch of his lips on her skin. "Why did you take a week off work?" she asked, still looking at his mouth? "I could not stand working with you right now," he replied quite honestly. Their eyes met again. "You never could," she said, and she was surprised that there wasn't even a trace of sarcasm in her voice. She had made a statement; a fact that all of the sudden hurt her so much that she closed her eyes for a second to hold back the tears. Then she turned around and walked away. It was past midnight when Briana stepped into the hallway and walked up the stairs to her apartment. She walked slowly, as if she was not sure it was a good idea to go home. The hallway light turned off before she was even halfway up the stairs, but Briana did not mind. She did not even have to count the steps because the full moon shone its silvery light through the big skylight window above her. Only four more steps to her apartment door when she stopped and turned and sat down on the upper step. She did not want to go inside because she knew what was going to happen if she did. In fact, Briana had tried to keep her friends from going home for an hour before they finally got up and left her sitting at the table by herself. "You have to work things out with Matt Jordan," Jackie had said. "Or you might start sleeping on the streets because you cannot stop thinking about him when you are home." Briana shook her head as if to shoo away any memory of Matt, and then she hugged her legs, resting her left cheek on her knees. Rocking herself lightly back and forth on the step, she tried to get herself together. But it was impossible to stop thinking about Matt Jordan and her own body and soul which would not let go of the memory already stuck in her head. He was like a ghost in her thinking, messing up her routinge, her confidence, and her behavior. Angrily, Briana picked up a small stone that had escaped the cleaning lady's broom and threw it down the stairs. Indifferently, it hit the bottom of the stairs with a deep thud, and then was silent. "I hate you for sneaking into my life!" Briana said out loud, positive that no one could hear her at this time of night. But then she caught some kind of movement out of the corner of her eye, and she looked up through the banister to where the stairs continued upwards to the next floor. "Don't think you are the only one whose life is a total mess right now," came Matt Jordan's voice from the upper stairs. Her sudden panic disappeared. She was not even annoyed by his presence. "What are you doing here?" she asked, not very unfriendly. "I did not want to go home," he said, standing up and walking around the banister to where Briana was sitting. "Every time I walk into my apartment, I think of you." he added, sitting down beside her, his shoulder leaning against the wall. Briana nodded. "I know what that's like." "I am sorry I made your life a mess," he said, and they looked at each other for a short while. The moonlight wrapped them into silvery particles of energy; two souls sitting in a cold and yet embracing hallway; and Briana could not help but being touched by his honesty. "It's not just you," she said, breaking the contact with his eyes to look down the stairs. "Although you came onto me in the middle of the night, you did not do anything I did not want you to do." She stopped for a minute, not sure of what she really wanted to say. "I did not make very good choices the last couple of years. This man I was living with never fit my expectation of a great guy. He just was so insensitive to anything I said or did, and if I had been more honest with myself, it would have been so very obvious that our relationship would have to end. When it finally did end, I was not surprised; but it still hurt." "And then I came in, only adding another name to your 'insensitive' list," Matt offered, looking at her from the side, thinking how beautiful her face and hair looked in the moonlight. Why had he denied himself being attracted to her all this time? He could not say. "Yes, you came and reminded me that sex can be fun." Briana laughed, the first laugh in weeks. She looked over at Matt who had stretched out his long legs, hands resting on his thighs. "With you I had the first orgasm in two years." He allowed himself to touch her. Slowly, he touched Briana's hair with his fingertips, marvelling at the thickness. "As far as I remember, you had more than one orgasm," he reminded her, smiling when she turned to look at him directly now, her eyes glowing in the moonlight. Matt pulled her closer until she sat between his legs, one step below him, her back leaning against his chest. He moved her hair to one side and lightly touched her shoulders through the thin cotton of her shirt. Her hands rested on his thighs. Matt fought the urge to make love to her right there. He owed her an explanation first. He cleared his throat quietly. "You know I am very good at shutting people out. About eight years ago, bad things just kept hitting me all within the same year. My girlfriend of five years broke up with me, my mother died of cancer, and a friend died of an overdose on New Year's Eve. After that I just shut down." Matt rested his chin on top of Briana's head lightly, still massaging her shoulders with his hands. Her hands moved on his thighs. "When you came to the precinct, I was so rude to you on the very first day. I guess I am rude to everybody. It keeps me safe. But is also so damn lonely." Briana turned around in his arms and looked at him, her face only inches from his. He held her with one arm and brushed a strand of hair out of her face with the other. Giving in to temptation, he bend forward to kiss her. The kiss was soft, slow, and sweet, and the complete opposite Matt had ever been used to. It was like being pulled into a current, and he did not realize the intensity of it all until Briana ended the kiss. Briana looked at him curiously. "What's the matter?" "I did not want this kiss to stop," he admitted, realizing to his surprise that his hands enveloped her cheeks while his thumbs traced the outline of Briana's mouth. He did not have any recollection of what he had done during that kiss. He was about to lose his mind. "I want to make love to you," he whispered, before he pulled her closer until her mouth was pressed against his lips again. His tongue could not get enough of her lips. He took delight in exploring her lower lip with the tip of his tongue and feel her shiver. He deepened the kiss only when he, too was feeling such passion that he could not keep up the teasing. And then she was all over him, pushing him back, his elbows resting on the stairs behind him as Briana sat on him, pulling up his shirt without ever breaking the contact with his mouth. To feel her hands on his bare chest was exhilarating. His heart beat so fast that he knew she must feel it when Briana's fingers found his nipples and pinched them lightly. His heartbeat and his moans were dead giveaways of his passion for her, and in the back of his mind alarms went off that tried to make him see reason and hide his emotions. But he pushed all thoughts aside. Matt moaned freely now as his hands travelled down Briana's spine until they came to rest on her jeans-clad ass. He pushed her up further until his hard cock rubbed against her pussy through their clothes. "I want you!" he managed to say between kisses. "Right here! Right now!" Briana broke the kiss, sat up, and pulled her shirt up and over her head in one swift motion. "Right here?" she said, looking around. "In this hallway?" She gave him a wicked smile as she reached behind her to unhook her lace bra. Matt sat up and buried his face in between her tits, cupping them with his hands, starting to kiss every inch of her chest, paying special atttention to her nipples. He was encouraged by Briana's ragged breathing the more he teased her hard nipples with his tongue and teeth. The pressure was building. He had to lose his pants to get some relief. "I want to eat you out," he said, staring at Briana as she got up and walked towards her apartment door. But instead of unlocking the door, she unbottoned her pants and slid them down her legs together with her panties before wiggling her feet off her shoes and pants. Then, she walked over to the banister and placed one foot onto it, spreading her legs wide in the process. Matt did not recall getting up and walking over to her, but Briana said later that it took only a fraction of a second. He was sure that she was right. He could smell her pussy before he even touched it. He got down onto his knees, his hands traveling up the inside of her thighs, his fingers spreading her pussy lips before he leaned in closer get a first taste. It was pure heaven. Eagerly, he lapped at her pussy, pushing his tongue inside her cunt, savoring the taste of her juices that started to run down her legs. Her moans edged him on. What a beautiful pussy she had. He could not believe his luck. Eating her was exquisite. His cock was ready to explode as he flicked her clit again and again with the tip of his tongue, sending shivers down her spine and tremors through her thighs. Briana came when Matt grabbed her ass and pushed his face right into her pussy, burying his tongue in her cunt and pressing his nose right against her clit. Weaving her fingers into his hair, she tilted back her head and let out a series of moans that Matt was sure could be heard on the sidewalk outside. But he was happily lapping up Briana's cum and would not have wanted to be anywhere else in the world. Standing on one shaky leg, Briana lowered the other as Matt stood up. Briana took his face in both hands and pulled him to her. "I want to taste my cum on you!" And with that she kissed him deeply, making him aware of the fact that he could and would not wait any longer. "Unlock the door," he urged, his voice deep and a little hoarse. She found the key and unlocked the door, but they never made it further than the hallway. Kicking the door shut with his foot, Matt kicked off his shoes, pulled Briana close and guided her hands to his pants. "I need to get out of these," he said, watching her hands unbotton the fly and the fingers that sneaked inside to stroke his raging cock. Matt leaned against the door as Briana pushed his pants over his hips and then leaned closer to take his cock into her mouth. He was in heaven! Having lost any sense of time or place, he watched Briana giving him a blow job beyond anything he could remember. He found himself at the verge of cumming after only a strokes of her hand, a few licks around his balls, and two confident hands on his ass, pulling him closer to her mouth. He remembered getting pulling her off his pulsing cock just in time. He kissed her passionately as she was standing up. Placing his hands on her ass, he lifted her up. Briana wrapped her legs around Matt's hips, crossing her legs at her ankles behind him. Leaning her against the door after turning around with her, his cock pushed into her sopping wet cunt. Inch by inch, his cock entered her, and Matt stared into Briana's eyes, moaning freely at the sight of all the emotions displayed in her eyes. Then he started to move his cock in and out of her slowly, fucking her with long strokes that drove both of them insane. But he was unable to keep a steady rhythym when Briana started to move against him, urging him on. Carrying her into the living room, he sat down on her favorite rocking chair. Briana gave him a wicked smile that sent shivers down his back. He literally was in for the ride of his life. Holding her hips, Matt watched as Briana impaled herself on his cock again and again, letting out little gasps every time he hit bottom. Thinking of nothing but her tightening cunt and his pulsing cock, Matt leaned forward to suck on her nipples again. There was no holding back. Briana went over the edge seconds before Matt did. Grabbing his hair with both hands, she pulled his face into her tits, holding him there as the orgasm hit. He held her tight, shaking as he shot his load up her tight cunt. It was incredible. Panting, ragged breathing, skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. A kiss, deep and intimate followed their fucking, no, love-making. They had passed the stage of 'only sex'. Or maybe, they had never been there.