Lust in the Apartment

Stephen ran his hands along her back, relishing the shivers that it sent shooting through her body. Every shiver caused Claudia to moan ever so exquisitely, which increased his desire to make her his. She was the object of his desire, what he had wanted for so long, and having her in his arms was both pure pleasure and pure torture. It was all Stephen could do to not take Claudia then and there.
He had to make this good for her. She was perfect, and soon she would be his, if only for a few moments. If afterward she wanted nothing to do with him, he would accept that decision. udiaudia pressed against him, pulling him in, matching his desire with every breath, every kiss. Stephen tugged at her shirt, waiting for the signal that he should continue. He wanted nothing more than to see Claudia in her full glory. When she didn’t stop him, he removed her shirt, barely able to contain the gasp of longing that filled his throat. She moved into him again, catching his lips in a violent, passionate kiss. God, he thought, where on earth did she learn to kiss like this? Someone this young, and so sweet should not be this take charge.
It made Stephen desire her that much more. He could taste Claudia’s longing and it made him gasp with the strength of it. She ran her hands along the hem of his shirt, afraid to remove it, and yet clearly desiring to do so. She whimpered softly when he pulled away from her.
“Hush, darling. Here, I’ll make everything alright.” Stephen took her hands in his and kissed them softly and ran his tongue along her fingers.
Again he pulled away from her, only this time he removed his shirt. Claudia ran her fingers along his chest, and allowed her fingers to play in the tangle of curls that covered his chest. She had ever been with a man that had quite so much chest hair, and that jungle made her gasp with desire. A warm wave rushed over her, and she pulled him in, kissing him deeply.
“You’re so gorgeous.” She whispered into his mouth.
He laid her down gently, covering her body with his. The weight pressing down upon her made her gasp for breathe.
“Are you alright?”
“I’m fine. You talk too much.”
He wedged her knees apart, and settled into the crook that was left. Slowly Stephen began to rock back and forth, slowly rubbing against Claudia, making her moan and twitch. He was touching her in all the right places, the friction taking her to places never before seen.
Deliberately her fingers worked their way down his ch sto stopping at the waist of his pants. She ran her fingers along the fabric, slowly, erotically, smiling inwardly with the pants of desire that were coming from his throat. She wanted him as badly as he did her, but she was far shyer about taking what she wanted.
She worked her fingers into the waistband, the tips brushing against his growing desire. He moaned loudly, she giggled. It had been a long time since a man had shown this much interest in her, she was mildly unsure of what to do with all of it. Pulling her fingers away from the warmth, she moved them toward the button of his pants and tugged. The button gave away, and she moved to undo the zipper. Soon he was free, and was resting in the palm of her hand.
He moaned as Claudia began to rub her hand back and forth, the movements increasing in speed with every stroke. Just as Stephen felt as though he would burst from the feeling of it, Claudia pulled her hand away from him and kissed him deeply. This was not the same girl that he had thought he knew. She was skilled in ways that women older than she could only imagine.
Stephen caught her hands and pulled them above her hand. There he kept them, her two hands held fast in one of his as he hiked her skirt. Her legs were smooth and taunt. Claudia moaned and trembled beneath him, trying to feel the weight of him, the hardness of him better. Stephen smiled and looped one finger into her panties, stroking her most intimate spot.
Claudia arched her back, moaning his name. It felt as though she would die if he stopped touching her, and yet she wanted more of him. She wanted to fell him inside of her; the warm, smooth hardness that she knew existed but had yet to feel for herself. He dipped a finger inside of her, eliciting a gasp of pleasure and surprise. She was wet, and he wanted her desperately.
“I want you, Claudia.” He whispered. “Tell me you want me just as badly.”
“Please, I need you,” was the whimpered response.
With that, Stephen took his hand away from her wrists and stripped himself naked. He looked even larger than he felt just moments ago, and the thought frightened Claudia for just a few moments. The fear fled, however, as soon as Stephen began to remove her skirt and undergarments. Stephen kissed down her stomach, following the line that the material made with his lips, listening to every moan that escaped Claudia’s mouth and loving it. Claudia arched in order to make it easier for Stephen to remove them, but just as she did, he buried his face into the warm mass of curls covering her intimacy. Claudia bit her lip in order to keep from screaming his name.
He was talented, and after just a few moments, Claudia felt herself explode, warmth flooded through her, making her realize yet again how much she desired Stephen.
“Please….”