Infectious

Two chaps today I was feeling inspired

“this is it” I state as we reach my apartment and pull into the garage “you can wait inside or here” I don’t wait for an answer before exiting the car and rummaging in my bag for my keys. I hear his shoes coming after me but they are soon wiped out by the sound of large wheels on the road I have no time to react as we are both soaked to the bone with puddle water. He starts laughing as the initial shock wears off and soon I do to. Dripping and shivering we walk through the main hall way and step into the lift I hit the button for the fourth floor. He’s still chuckling, but I can’t stop my teeth from chattering long enough to join him.
No words are spoken as we fall into my apartment; I immediately shrug off my jacket and fetch two large fluffy black towels. I throw one to Adam and he catches it.
“Take off your clothes before you catch a cold” I order.
“I’ll take off mine if you take of yours” He jokes.
“Bathroom is through there” I point him in the right direction before vanishing into my bed room.
I change into a pair of joggers and a jumper I still find myself shivering so I head to the living room and turn on the fire. Adam comes out with this clothes and the towel wrapped around his waist. I take his clothes and am careful not to look at him. I walk into the kitchen and chuck them in the drier. I notice he’s pale and looks cold.
“Looks like that thwarted that plan” He laughs.
“Certainly does. S’pose we can take a few here.” I say with a shrug. “You look chilled go sit by the fire; do you like tomato cuppa soup?” He smiles and nods so I set to work making two mugs of it. I hand him one of the mugs and set mine on the table, he’s still half naked so I head back into my bed room and grab the blue fleece blanket and walk back to him and drape it around his shoulders, He looks up at me and his eyes capture mine and I feel by body freeze. I stare into the hazel abyss for several moments before managing to break the contacts I step back and retreat to the safety of my spare room I snag my camera and unplug the battery from the charger.
We do a couple of pictures of him in front of the fire, some times in just the towel, sprawled out like a cat his eyes looking lustily into the camera, some times wrapped up in the fleece looking thoughtfully into the foe flames. With every new picture the tension mounts.
I finally retreat to the spare room and hook the camera up to the printer; I feel his warmth and presence behind me as I work, he’s nosing at the pictures and various sketches, I print the pictures I like and stand. He turns to me and I hand him the photos, he flips through them and I leave him to it, going into the living room to tidy away the few props we used. I do not notice when he walks in, I only notice when he kneels to assist me in tidying up.
I turn to look at him, I open my mouth to tell him his clothes should be dry and that he should get dressed but those words never make it past my lips because his come crashing down on them. The tension that had crackled around the room like an electrical storm breaks and a kiss that had started rough grows wanton but is not enough to satisfy, I feel myself struggling to keep my breath under control as he pulls me onto his lap. He manoeuvres so that he can lay me on my back on the soft plush blue carpet. In the effort the towel that had covered him has been lost but at the time neither of us noticed. his hands cup my breasts, squeezing them before travelling down, One hand slides between my legs and gently begins rubbing while the other hand slides up my shirt. I moan and buck against his hand and his hand moves away to the top of my joggers he begins sliding his hand into my joggers and underwear.
“I cant” I gasp breaking the kiss my hands reluctantly pushing him away. He kisses my neck resisting my push and I feel his cock pressing against my thigh then he pushes his hand down into my pants. I whimper and struggle feebly and he plunges two fingers into me. My protests die there and my hands are now gripping his shoulders as he pumps them in and out of me hindered by my underwear. He ravishes my mouth again and pulls his fingers from me, I moan in disappointment his hands grab mine and he pulls me to my feet before slamming me into the bookshelf, I knew it would bruise me but I didn’t care as he began kissing me and undoing my joggers. he grabs his wallet from behind me on the bookshelf and I kick of my joggers leaving me in my white lace panties. Somewhere between the living room and bed room I loose my bra.
He guides my hands to his hard dick I see him take some thing from his wallet and gasp as I grasp his cock and begin pumping it. Into my free hand he pushes a condom; I tear it open with my teeth and slip it onto his cock, he kisses and nibbles my neck as I do so but as soon as the condom is on he pulls my hands away and pins them against the wall he kicks my knee’s apart and eases into me but doesn’t give me time to adjust before pulling out and slamming back in. Breathlessly I allow this enjoying the complete lack of control, kissing his beck and shoulder and I pant helplessly between him and the wall. His hands grasp my wrists tightly bruising them.
I cry out as he bites me and brings me to climax he lets me ride it out, supporting my weight before sliding out of me and bending me over the foot of the bed. He takes me from behind, the penetration is sudden and I hear myself whimper in pleasure, I am lost in the tide of his lust, My face is pushed into the covers, I feel myself coming once more but he stops suddenly.
“No you don’t” He says, his voice is a feral growl that sends shivers through my body. It frightens me. His teeth are grit and my fear calms my raging lust only then does he begin his thrusts. His hands wander my throat and I start as I think he’s going to strangle me instead they travel down m back he steadies my hips then slams into me once, twice, three times before coming. I feel the condom swell as he collapses on top of me. I feel the frantic beat of my heart and his laboured breath on my neck. He pulls out of me and I move to get up, I turn to see him pull of the condom, tie it and throw it in the waste basket.
He sweeps me up in his arms and lays me on the bed. He crawls beside me and I can only stare as he straddles my chest and lowers his head. His tongue begins to massage my clit before delving deep into me. He starts to eat me out but I roll us so I am on top. I spread my legs wider before licking his semi hard cock and begin toying with his balls.
Soon we’re both bucking and moaning in sync, I come first but he follows, I swallow his come and lick him clean and he does the same.
When he releases me I collapse onto my side he crawls so his head is on the pillow beside mine. I don’t hear the whispered words before I drift off to a blissful sleep wrapped in his arms.