The Apartment: The Complete Affair

by Amanda Black

  “God… I want you,” she panted against his neck, flicking her tongue over his skin before nipping and biting at his Adam’s apple. She ran her hands down the front of his body and rubbed his erection through his pants, smiling at the feel of the vibrations under her lips when he threw his head back and moaned. When he tried to speak again, it was punctuated with tiny whimpers.

  “Lily … baby … fuck!” He grabbed her shoulders, trying halfheartedly to push her away. “Baby, you have to stop for a minute.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I’m going to come all over you if you don’t.” He took a deep breath to collect himself before continuing. “Now, as fun as that might sound if we were in bed and completely naked, I’d rather not explore that fully dressed in a public elevator.”

  “I’m sorry,” she said, pulling farther back.

  “Don’t be sorry; just try to save it for the room. I’m wound so tightly after what you just did in the car, the littlest thing could set me off.”

  “So you liked it?” She smiled up at him shyly, biting her bottom lip.

  “Like is an understatement.” He bent down and kissed her quickly. When he pulled away, the ding sounded to alert them that they had arrived at their floor. As soon as the doors opened, Ethan breathed a sigh of relief, grabbing Lily’s hand and running down the hall.

  They kissed awkwardly and frantically the entire time he unlocked and opened the door, refusing to stop even as they walked inside. It wasn’t until the door slammed shut behind them that they broke apart, and that was only long enough for Lily to shove him back against it. She kissed him furiously, pulling and tugging at the button on his pants before slowly lowering to her knees in front of him.

  “Whoa, what are you doing?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” she smirked up at him, unzipping his fly. “I’m relieving a little bit of tension.” With that, she pulled him free and immediately sucked him deep into her mouth.

  “Oh God!” he cried out, the wet heat of her lips and tongue surrounding him more than he was ready for. Shoving his hands into her hair, Ethan could no longer hold back how badly he needed her. “God yes! You look so fucking good like that, baby, with your lips wrapped around my cock.”

  Hearing his words only made her moan around him loudly, sending vibrations through his body as she bobbed her head up and down his shaft. After barely thirty seconds, Ethan knew that he was done for.

  “Oh God… baby, I’m gonna… oh fuck!” He clenched his jaw tightly and pounded his head into the door, feeling the warm rush of pleasure beginning to flood through him much too quickly. Finally he surrendered to it, gripping the back of her head and thrusting once, twice, until he felt himself explode with blinding pleasure.

  Lily swallowed his release happily, thrilled that she could affect him so quickly. She knew it could be a blow to a guy’s ego when he finished too fast, but sometimes it made her feel sexy and powerful. Especially with oral—it let her know that she was doing a good job.

  It was Ethan’s turn to stand on wobbly legs as he tucked himself away and helped her back to her feet. “What was that for?” he panted.

  “Well, you said that you were going to go at any second. I thought I’d just help you along so we could focus on each other again as soon as possible. Now, why don’t you help me get out of this dress?” She turned her back to him, presenting him with a long zipper.

  Knowing that more delicious secrets lay hidden underneath her dress, Ethan happily pulled on the cool metal tab, watching as the teeth separated one by one. They were both holding their breath in anticipation, and the sound of the zipper opening seemed deafening in the room. When it was fully open they both let the dress drop to the floor and Lily stepped out of it, slowly turning around to face him.

  And that’s right about the same time that Ethan thought he might swallow his own tongue.

  “Jesus…” he gasped, unable to think of anything more coherent. She was stunning: a sinful vision in black satin with light blue trim.

  “You like?” she smiled timidly.

  “Turn around,” he growled. “Slowly.”

  He watched with hungry eyes as she spun around for him, showing off her amazing curves that were accentuated even more by the items she was wearing. Her ass had never looked better, framed perfectly by the garter straps, corset, and stockings. He was amazed to feel himself already stirring in his boxers, and every new angle she presented him with only made his fingers itch to touch her more.

  When she finished her rotation, it was to find him staring at her, slack-jawed. Without saying a word he stalked toward her, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom. When they crossed the threshold she gasped loudly, taking in everything that he had prepared.

  Candles were everywhere, lighting the entire room with a golden glow. Rose petals had been scattered over the floor and the bed and there was champagne chilling on a small table in the corner.

  It was so romantic that she was afraid she might start crying again.

  Setting her down gently at the foot of the bed, Ethan stepped back far enough to look down at her. He continued to stare, never moving his gaze from hers as he silently removed his suit piece by piece and draped it over the back of the nearest chair. He pulled off his tie, then slowly unbuttoned his shirt—his own version of a striptease. It was difficult for Lily to maintain eye contact as more and more of his amazing body was put on display, like the world’s most delicious gift unwrapping itself for her.

  When he was finally down to nothing but his boxer briefs he dropped to his knees, positioning himself between her thighs. Reaching out, he slowly began unsnapping the garters from her stockings.

  “Did you want me to take all this off?” she whispered. He was being so quiet, it made her not want to raise her voice.

  He only shook his head in response, reaching up to grab the thin straps of her tiny panties. When he began to tug on them, she leaned back on her elbows and lifted off the mattress, allowing him to pull them the rest of the way down. After tossing them over his shoulder, he quickly reattached the straps to her stockings.

  Sliding his hands between and underneath her thighs until he was gripping her by the hips, he dragged her to the edge of the bed, spreading her legs wider around him as she was pulled closer. He stared down at her for a moment, her slick folds open before him, framed once again by her straps and stockings.

  “That is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life.” His voice was little more than a low growl. Without another word, he buried his face between her legs, lapping at her wet flesh greedily.

  She barely had time to process what was happening—it was a full-on assault to her senses. The smell of him filled the room, the feeling of his tongue flicking and stroking drove her to the brink of insanity, the grunts and snarls he was making echoed through her head like the most animalistic soundtrack she had ever heard. And the sight of him? Only one look down to see him lost in the pleasure of feasting on her was all it took to send her careening over the edge violently.

  As she began to shake and scream her release, Ethan pulled her into his mouth more roughly, grinding her against the flat of his tongue before sucking at her swollen bundle of nerves. When she had finally stopped shaking he pulled away and stood up, looking down at her ravenously.

  She watched as he slowly removed his last remaining article of clothing, groaning to herself when she saw that he was fully aroused again, his glorious erection straining back towards his stomach.

  “I need you so badly,” she whimpered, unable to pull her eyes away from his arousal. She could swear that she saw it twitch when she spoke.

  “Like what you see?” He reached down and grabbed himself, pumping once, twice. She watched as the swollen tip turned a beautiful shade of violet with each movement of his hand.

  “God… that’s so damn hot,” she gasped. “Please come here. Please?”

  “Scoot back,” he commanded, his voice rough and gravelly.


  Lily did as she was told, inching herself farther up the mattress to make room for him. When she lifted her feet to the bed for more leverage, she realized that she still had her high heels on. “Oh, I guess I should take these off, huh?”

  “No!” he barked sharply. “You’re not removing one fucking thing until I say so, got it?” She only nodded, unable to speak, too turned on to form any words.

  Ethan crawled onto the bed, sitting up on his knees between her legs. He grabbed her by the hips again and pulled her towards him, sliding her up over his bent knees until she was resting on his thighs. He looked down and saw that his erection was resting right above her glistening sex.

  “I was wrong,” he whispered. “That is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” He grabbed his painfully hard shaft and rubbed the tip against her slick flesh, watching as her fluids coated him. He swirled it around her clit a few times, loving the sounds it elicited from her, before lining himself up with her entrance. “Lily?” The tone of his voice made her open her eyes and look up at him.

  “Yes?”

  “I want you to know that I love you.”

  She smiled brightly, reaching up quickly to squeeze his free hand. “I love you, too.”

  “But I’m going to fuck you now… and it’s not going to be gentle.”

  “Thank God! Don’t worry, we can do gentle another time.”

  “My thoughts exactly.” With that, he shifted his hips and pushed inside her, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her tight walls stretching to accommodate him. “Oh… God!” he cried out, clenching his eyes shut and throwing his head back. When he looked back down at her, he had such a pained expression on his face that she worried something was wrong. “I thought I remembered how good you felt… I was so fucking wrong.”

  He began thrusting harder then, grabbing onto her hips as he pounded himself inside her. Lily wanted to talk to him, to tell him that it felt better than any of her memories, too, but the angle at which he was grinding into her made words impossible. So she moaned. And she grunted. And it felt so fucking good that she would have sold her soul to Satan himself if he had offered to never let it end.

  Ethan was hypnotized, watching their bodies join, watching his now glistening shaft sliding in and out of her as her inner muscles gripped him tightly. He moved one hand over until he was touching where they were connected, circling his thumb over her clit to add to the friction.

  “Oh God!” she screamed loudly. That got the response he wanted. He felt her clamp down on him tightly, a warm rush of wetness coating him.

  “That’s it,” he snarled through clenched teeth. “Come on me.” He began pounding even harder, thrusting through her moans and cries. “Come all over my cock. It’s been so fucking long since I’ve felt you.”

  When her shaking subsided he grabbed her by the arms and pulled her up, dragging her like a limp ragdoll until she was sitting up on his thighs. Once she felt her strength return she wrapped her arms around his shoulders for balance, looking into his glowing eyes. He looked feral, and frantic, and sexy as hell.

  Sliding one hand between their bodies, Ethan pulled at her corset until her left breast was exposed, the tight pink nipple inviting him to feast. Growling low in his throat, he bent forward and captured it between his lips, sucking and biting as he continued to thrust so deep inside her that he wondered if he’d ever be free of her body, knowing deep in his soul that he never wanted to be.

  After a few more violent thrusts, he knew that he wasn’t going to make it any longer. It was all too much; the way she looked, the way she felt—even the scent of her sweet pussy and the sweat on their bodies was driving him insane.

  “Oh God,” he moaned against her skin. “Do you think you can go again? I can’t hold it any longer.”

  She nodded quickly, answering him through broken pants and sobs. “I’m so close… you feel so good!”

  He shifted his hips, grinding his pelvic bone into her more roughly, hoping it would provide the friction she needed but unable to focus any more than that with his own impending release.

  “Oh God… that’s it!” she screamed, her body clamping down on him tightly. “Oh! Ethan… God I love you!”

  And he was gone. His orgasm shot through him like a rocket, sending his body up in flames in its wake.

  “I love you!” he cried out, thrusting his hips frantically as he pumped his seed deep inside her. “Mine!” he growled possessively, one final thrust before he collapsed on his side, taking her with him.

  They lay there together gasping for air, a tangled heap of sweaty limbs.

  “That was… God, Ethan, that was so…”

  “Perfect.”

  “Perfect,” she sighed, kissing him gently on the lips.

  Their breathing began to even out as they rested, and right as Ethan was about to drift off to a light sleep, Lily’s hushed voice broke through the silence.

  “You know, I am yours. And you’re mine. For as long as you’ll have me.”

  He reached out for her without opening his eyes, pulling her tighter into his side. When he felt her there he kissed her forehead reassuringly and began to fall back asleep.

  “Forever,” he whispered.

  Chapter 16

  When Lily began to stir over an hour later, it was to the faint sound of scratching in the distance. It had a rhythmic quality to it, the repetitive scrape, scrape, shuffle, shuffle almost lulling her back to sleep. Once she finally committed to searching out the source of the noise, she opened her eyes slowly, allowing them to adjust to the bright glow of the still-burning candles.

  “Don’t move,” a rough whisper called out. “I’m almost done.”

  Slowly turning her eyes toward the sexy voice that had haunted her for months, Lily could just make out the shape of Ethan in her peripheral vision. The scratching noise continued, and she could see his arm moving over something he held in his lap. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m sketching you.”

  “Oh,” she replied awkwardly, not sure what else to say. “Can I turn my head? I can’t see you.” She didn’t mind that he was sketching her, but she had never posed for anything in her life and she had no idea how still he needed her to be.

  “Yes, I’m done with that part. Just don’t move your legs.”

  When she turned her head more fully, she found him sitting in a chair to the side of the bed, his boxer briefs back in place and one long leg tucked underneath him. A sketchbook sat in his lap, and he kept looking back and forth between her and the opened page as his hand flew across the surface, applying the charcoal with measured strokes. Upon closer inspection she could see that his fingertips were covered in black powder, and that he must have absently wiped his face a few times because there were random smudges on his cheek and brow. Also, the more he concentrated, the more the tip of his tongue would poke out of the corner of his mouth and flick at his lip.

  He was adorable.

  As much as Lily would have loved to lay there for hours and watch him work without moving a muscle, she began to feel a familiar pressure building in her bladder. “Um… baby? Are you close to finishing?”

  “Yeah, why?” he asked without looking up from the page as he shaded another area.

  “I’m sorry, but I really have to pee.” She could feel her face heat with embarrassment, but any longer and she was about to start squirming.

  “Oh! Of course, I’m sorry,” he apologized, looking up at her sheepishly. “I wasn’t even thinking. I tend to lose track of things when I’m working. Yes, I have enough of what I need to finish here, go ahead.”

  Lily scurried into the large bathroom that was attached to the bedroom. After she had finished and tidied herself up a bit, she returned to find him still hunched over the sketchbook.

  “So, is this something I’m going to have to get used to?” she smiled, draping herself across the bed sideways on her stomach so that she could watch him.

  “What’s that?” He d
idn’t look up again, lost in his art.

  “You know, waking up to find you sketching or painting at all hours of the night.”

  “Sadly, yes. I really do lose track of time when I’m at it, but it’s not so bad when I don’t start this late. I couldn’t resist… you looked so deliciously wild and rumpled. I just had to get it down.”

  “Can I see?”

  “Actually… yes,” he said with a final flourish of his hand as he signed the sketch. “All done.” He turned the book around and laid it down in front of her on the bed. “What do you think?”

  “Oh wow!” she gasped. “Ethan… it’s beautiful! I can’t believe you did all of this just now.”

  “Well, I didn’t put a ton of detail in it. I just wanted to capture the moment. I could’ve spent hours on it, making every little thing perfect, but this feels more…”

  “Intimate?”

  “Exactly,” he smiled. “So you like it?”

  “I love it! It’s very sensual,” she blushed, looking at the sketch of a disheveled woman who had clearly just been ravished beyond comprehension. Her stockings were twisted and her corset was askew, leaving one perky breast exposed to the world. Her legs were bent so that nothing truly indecent was showing, and the messy pile of sheets around her helped to hide everything else. Because it had been drawn from the side and she had been turned away, her face wasn’t totally visible, but Lily could make out just enough of her profile to know it was her. “I can’t believe that’s me. I don’t think I’ve ever looked so sexy.”

  Ethan grabbed the sketchbook and placed it on the table behind him before kneeling down in front of her to look her in the eye. “Believe me, this pales in comparison to the real thing.”

  “So, is this the artist’s equivalent of taking dirty pictures of his girlfriend?” Lily teased.

  Now it was his turn to blush. “Kind of,” he replied with a low chuckle. “I try to capture the beauty in anything I see… but with you, the beautiful and the erotic go hand in hand. Don’t worry; this one is going in my private collection.”