"My tits are cold, Michael," Naomi looked down at her own erect nipples.
"I think I can help," Michael said, lowering his mouth onto the left breast and covering the right with what he hoped were warm hands. He loved this feeling; he had never met a woman as reactive to his touch as Naomi.
From their very first encounter, the fact that she could orgasm even to play with her breasts or have regular intercourse opened up a world for him. She was going to get to her needs regardless of what he did. Strangely, he was more relaxed this session, and he instantly felt he could be more creative.
With that in mind, he put both arms between her legs. He was happy to see that there was heat there, but that wasn't the reason. He set his core and, without removing his mouth from her breast, stiffened his arms and picked her up.
"Michael", Naomi squeaked out.
He moved from the kitchen to the living room, with a lovely couch. He ignored it at first, pressing Naomi against the wall with the sweater still on, using his left hand to support her as he brought it from behind and pushed her firmly into the wall. Supported by friction, he took one hand and brought it between her legs, rubbing against her yoga shorts, and then with a quick flick against her bare skin.
He took his mouth from her breast, "Okay, I have wanted to do this for so long, you are like a toy; you're so light."
She didn't respond, her body stiffening as his fingers grew ever closer to her clit. He began to kiss up her chest to her neck and then opened her lips with his tongue. His fingers moved over her clit, stimulating her as they moved from side to side. He wasn't a weight lifter, though, and with some thought, he pushed his fingers into her as he slowly started to lower her to the couch beside them. She went over the arms a little less than gracefully, but luckily, their kiss and his manual stimulation didn't stop.
He pushed her back on the couch, and she quickly grabbed her silky black hair to prevent it from being snagged on something. He went over the arms, and now his weight was on her. Both were hands-free, one working inside her and another moving back on top to explore her breasts. She started to pant, and he was again amazed at how quickly she was getting to orgasm. He has never had sex with a woman like this. He pulled off his shirt with his free hand and sacrificed it. He pulled out briefly and lifted her up, placing his shirt under her butt and in front of her sex. Not a moment too soon, as she started to spasm and his fingers were drenched.
He let her calm while he pulled out of his pants. Looking around her place, he realized she was pretty high up, and they wouldn't really need to worry about lookie-loos except from other buildings' inhabitants with binoculars.
Her hand with skin tones slightly darker than his own, around his penis brought him back to what was happening. Naomi stroked him up and down, pulling the angle towards her legs.
"Ready" Michael smiled and repositioned, getting comfortable between her legs. He moved his hand over his cock, getting it wet with her juices. The warmth and fantastic feeling on his cockhead told him he was in the right place and he went in quickly as she tilted a little to meet him. He kissed her again. Bringing his hand up to bring her neck into him. He was forceful this time like he was afraid she would stop the kiss, holding her in place. Her body started to quiver again, and he kept thrusting, knowing that he was still a way from completion.
She reached out to his hips. Putting her hands on his side, she pulled. Her efforts to pull him in were negligible, but it was clear in Michael's understanding that she wanted more. He started timing better, pulling out slower and slamming back in harder and faster. She started to flex again, her legs coming up to grip him inside her. Once again, the warmth and wetness.
They calmed again. She made little mewling noises that he enjoyed. She was no kitten, though; her confidence since Parksville was tremendous, and he wondered what had changed her. Judging her ready, he started again before he lost his erection.
She moaned, and he kissed her mouth again before sitting up a little and pulling her back off the couch, so he went in at a different angle. He moved down to lick her breasts again, alternating between one chocolate nipple and the next. Her head on the couch and her back off the edge, her butt in his lap he kept pushing and pushing. He felt his orgasm rising and hers as well.
Once again, she beat him. Her legs tightened, and she grabbed his hair painfully, bringing him up to her mouth while she orgasmed again. Her excitement carried through, and his body reacted, flooding her with his cum as he orgasmed too. He lifted himself off her mouth and nestled in the space between her neck and shoulder as he held her tight and shook, his own orgasm massive and undeniable. He kept going till the sensation was too much for his penis, and he stopped.
The feeling of cum and fluid covering his lap, made him realize he hadn't really saved the couch much with his shirt. He lifted her and tried to carry her to the bathroom; coming out of her with a plop, he tried to hold her butt a little higher.
Michael was strangely happy even with this messy aftermath. He looked at her sweat-streaked hair, and her eyes closed as she breathed. He couldn't resist and planted a sweet kiss on her lips as he placed her on the toilet. Her shower was similar to his, and he started to run it while she collected herself. The air between them had shifted--more effortless, more natural. Michael didn't feel the need to push for anything more than what was already there.
"Quick shower and then eat?" Michael asked tentatively.
Naomi looked up from her lap, smiled, and nodded, "Let me shower alone, though; something tells me you aren't done for the night, and I really need to eat."
### Chapter 2 - Fast then Slow
Michael had a good day. A really good day. He and his team had found almost three quarters million dollars of missing equipment in the field. For a fintech they were good with software but kept making basic mistakes on hardware. The fact that he had spent the last week with Saniya was just icing on top.
Saniya had been hired by the CFO to get costs under control. He hadn't worked with a lot of accountants, but she was whip smart, funny and incredibly attractive. With the confidence he had gained with Naomi, he had flirted, and to his surprise, he felt she had responded positively even suggesting and going on a few work lunches while they tried to locate spare parts spread among dozens of technicians and shops.
Maybe it was the thrill of achievement, or maybe the fact that Saniya was wearing a split leg skirt that kept revealing her thigh all day that kept him on edge. Michael felt a spark in his blood that needed somewhere to go. And he knew exactly where he wanted to take it.
He leaned against the frame of Naomi's door, feeling the weight of the day settle into the curve of his spine, the confidence of success making him loose-limbed and self-assured. He had texted her half an hour ago, a simple, direct message: "I need you. Be home."
She LOL'd. She always laughed when he played at control; she seemed to like the aggressiveness, and she didn't say no.
Now, as she stood in her doorway in a loose tank top and those ridiculously soft shorts that barely qualified as clothing, he let his gaze run over her with no pretense of subtlety. She rolled her eyes but stepped back to let him in.
"You always this bossy when you have a good day?" she asked, closing the door behind him.
Michael turned, crowding into her space before she could step away. "I'm so ready, but let me know if you want to file a complaint." His voice was low, almost a murmur, but something sharp in his delivery made the corner of her lips twitch in amusement.
"Not yet," she admitted.
His hands found her hips, the familiar heat of her skin even through the thin fabric. He walked her backward until she hit the door, the quiet _thump_ of it settling against the frame the only sound between them. Naomi let her head tip back against the wood, watching him with knowing eyes, waiting to see what he'd do next.
Michael dipped his head, his mouth grazing her jawline before moving to her ear. "Been thinking about this all day. About you."
Her breath hitched slightly, and he felt her fingers curl against his shirt. "Is that so?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he let his hands slide lower, pressing her hips against his, letting her feel exactly how much he had been thinking about her. Naomi exhaled sharply, her nails grazing the back of his neck. He kissed down her neck, crouching as his fingers slid into the elastic of her shorts and pulled both them and the underwear underneath down her legs. His mouth followed down her shirt, first wetting the area around one nipple and then the other. He had enough reach to bring her shorts to her feet, and when she didn't lift them right away, he gave her a little bite on one nipple and a playful growl. She acquiesced, lifting her foot so he could toss her shorts behind him.
