I was sweating by the time we finished moving everything into a third story walkup. New York City was working its magic already, and I was currently not loving it. I had just walked into the quite spacious two bedroom apartment when my boyfriend, Arthur, grabbed my ass as walked around me and through the door.
"There's nothing else. I already sent the driver on his way."
"Oh okay." He said plopping down on our velvet sofa.
It faced the balcony so I came up behind him and ran my fingers through his short, dirty blonde hair. I could tell his eyes rolled back and that he shivered at my touch. His hair was one of my favorite things to play with.
"So, what do we do now?"
He turned to look at him and grinned. Arthur was unbearably sexy to me and I could smell him from here. My dick twitched as he slowly ran his calloused hands up my jeans and then under my shirt. Tracing the light coating of dark hair that covered my belly and chest. His hand traveled around my chest for a few seconds before he used his pinky to play with the right nipple, which both were pierced and sensitive.
I quivered and removed his hand, jumping over the couch to plomp right next to him. Quickly bringing his face to mine with a hand behind his head, I kissed him with passion. My lips melted into his and became slicker with each kiss. It wasn't long after our lips played that our tongues began too.
He tasted of strawberries as his tongue probed, exploring every aspect of my own. His hands found their way to my nipples once more and made my cock become rock hard. My hands left their spots on his head and our kiss broke.