Chapter Fourteen

Two years ago, dreaming of mine and Randy's first night together in our apartment.

The sensation of warm, masculine fingers gently caressing up and down the length of my back gradually wakes me from my near dead state of slumber. Sighing softly, I adjust, pressing my naked body closer to Randy’s than it already is and nuzzling my head under his chin. Sliding his hand sensually down my bottom, my skin prickles with goosebumps in anticipation as his fingers graze between the curves of my cheeks.

We both lay on our sides facing each other in bed. It's our very first night together in the apartment. Since seven am today, we have spent the entire day moving our belongings into the apartment. A couple of our friends, Kyra and Nick, spent the majority of the day helping us move, drinking a few beers as we worked, and ending the day with all of us gorging on pizza.

The bed was the last piece of furniture we assembled. After taking a quick shower, both of us being completely wiped out, we hastily made the bed together and promptly collapsed on it. Cradling each other close, we whispered goodnight to each other with a luscious goodnight kiss and were fast asleep as soon as our heads relaxed on the pillows.

“Wrap your leg around me baby girl.” Randy invites in a husky tone, slipping his fingers between my thighs from behind.

I breathe out a moan when his finger glides back and forth between my slippery folds, pausing and slowly circling my swollen bundle of nerves. My breath hitches when he applies additional pressure and quickens his pace, strumming my throbbing clit.

“Randy— .” I sighed, kissing and nipping at his neck, loving the taste of him and the ectasy of his finger slipping inside of me.

“You’re so wet for me. It's dripping down your legs.” Randy groans, pressing his hard, bulging groin into my stomach.

Wrapping my fingers around his thick, long erection, I stroke up and down, pausing every so often to rub my thumb over the velvety skin of his head while shamelessly grinding my hips against his hand thrusting between my legs. He growls deeply into my mouth in response to the steady, fluid motions of my hand pumping him.

Our kissing turns desperate, nearly feral, filling the room with the sounds of our heavy panting, moans and sliding movements of wet skin as we thoroughly please each other.

Pushing my hips flat on the bed, Randy removes his finger from inside of me, leaving me momentarily empty and whimpering in need. Chuckling darkly at my pitiful noises, Randy rolls me flat on my back, lowering himself between my open thighs.

“Aww, don't pout. I want a late-night snack." Randy murmurs, with his lips barely an inch from my throbbing center. When his hot mouth envelops me, I arch my back and moan. He sucks and laps at me for several minutes before inserting two fingers up to the knuckle without warning, provoking me to gasp loudly and my eyes to roll up in my head.

The next thirty minutes are pure mind-melting bliss as I'm brought to orgasm after leg shaking orgasm. There is no question that Randy is good in the bedroom. Even with my lack of experience, I know this because of the way other girls talk about their boyfriends. Or rather complain about their lack of finesse in bed, that is.

Randy gets off on giving me pleasure and often times will deny himself until I'm literally a shaking, limp mess before he settles himself between my legs and rails me so thoroughly he practically drives me through the mattress.

Clawing my fingers through his hair, I shamelessly shove his face into me and grind against it when he adds a third finger inside of me. The sensations are so intense and erotic that I couldn't speak if I wanted to. I'm devolved into a state of uncontrollably whimpering and groaning over and over.

Ripping his fingers and mouth out me simultaneously, Randy slides over top of me and plunges inside of me. I screamed out his name at the sudden switch of sensations and motion. Pounding into me with my legs wrapped around his back, his hot breath skitters down my neck as he nuzzles and nips at my sensitive, flushed skin. My nails rake down his shoulders when another mind-blowing orgasm rips through me. He is quick to follow, grunting my name repeatedly as he kissed me desperately.

Afterward, both of us lay tangled with one another in the dark room, our bodies sheened with sweat, breathless and satiated. Still riding the high of the aftershock waves surging between my legs, I give up on trying to keep my heavy eyes open. Tomorrow is Sunday and neither of us have anywhere to be. We'll sleep until whenever and continue unpacking and organizing our apartment together.

"I love you and want to spend my life with you." Randy whispered softly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, drawing me in close.

"Lets set a date tomorrow..." I replied sleepily.

***

The rough grumble of a man loudly clearing his throat jerks me out of my wet dreams. My eyes snap open and directly in front of me is the sight of black trouser pants with hands shoved in each of the front pockets. Raising my eyes up the length of the man's body to his face, the sight of him elicits a soft gasp of surprise and panic. A lit glass oil lamp on the nearby table softly illuminates the surrounding space and him.

Looming over and staring down at me is possibly the most devastating man I have ever laid eyes on. He's tall, with walnut-brown colored hair that's carefully combed back, the brightest emerald green eyes I've ever seen, and an undeniably annoyed expression.

"I see ye made yourself rather comfortable after breaking into my house, now haven't ye, lass?" He points out in a flat tone with what sounds like a faint Scottish or Irish accent. I'm not very good at deciphering accents.

All I can do is stupidly stare up at him and draw my sleeping bag tightly around my neck because it just hit me that I'm naked as a newborn baby underneath.