I sighed, and before I knew what I was doing I found myself walking through the facility to the residence area, where Lance still lived alone. I went up to his door and found it open, with Lance inside unpacking the bag he had brought to the medical wing weeks earlier.
It was so good to see him, but at the same time, the nagging feeling of unease that had been following me for a week now hadn’t let go - I still knew there was something wrong between Lance and I.
He looked up when he saw me standing just outside. “Hey, Charlotte!” he smiled, opening his arms out. “It’s like a housewarming party! Come on in!”
I stepped in, wondering from Lance’s remark about the housewarming party if anyone else was already here, but the small studio was empty. “I love what you’ve done with the place.” I closed the door behind me, and once again Lance and I were in our own little world.
Somehow, with us, that felt right, that felt natural.
“I like to call it my…tan period,” Lance said with gusto.
“Well, it is very tan.” That was about all I could say about the place. It was daily nondescript.
“Can I do anything for you?”
“Oh, no, I just wanted to see how you were adjusting to living back in your old place, is all, I was just walking by…”
Lance put his hands on his hips. “Just walking by, eh?”
My face reddened. “Yeah, what of it?”
“Charlotte, I’m the only person in this entire wing of the facility. If anyone’s here these days, I’m usually involved. You weren’t just walking by…”
“Fine, fine, I wasn’t. I just…I wanted to see you.”
Lance’s gaze softened and he stepped toward me. “Charlotte, did you miss me living in the medical wing?”
“No! That’s not it at all!” I turned around, unable to face him, trying to find the right words, but as soon as I had, I felt Lance’s huge arms wrap me up and pull me into him. “Mmmmm,” I moaned, letting my legs turn to putty and collapsing into his arms. “That feels amazing.”
“I missed being so close to you too, Charlotte,” Lance whispered gruffly into my ear. “I liked having you at my beck and call.”
My eyes dropped open. “Ugh!” I shook free of his arms. “Come on! You did not just say that.”
Lance chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. That’s where I should have been right then, pressed up against his chest. “What? It’s true! That was super hot.”
“I was being professional, Lance! That was work! I’m very good at what I do!”
“Don’t I know it. And it wasn’t all professional, was it?”
“N-No, of course not.”
Lance opened his arms wide again. “I know which parts were professional and which were personal,” he growled, inviting me in with his low voice.
I couldn’t help it, I rushed back to him, jumping into his arms and planting kiss after kiss into his face and lips. “And this,” he moaned in between kisses, “is strictly personal.”
“I like the sound of that,” I whispered. “Fuck me, Lance.”
“How could I refuse such a request?”
“Don’t even think about it.”
“I don’t have time to.” And then we were kissing and our clothes were coming off and Lance was pressing his cock into me.
I was soaking wet and he slid right in, filling me to the hilt on his first stroke. We found our now-familiar rhythm and I watched the fire in Lance’s dark eyes as I rode his cock, shocked at how much this man turned me on, how much I wanted to rake my fingernails over his strong back, how I wanted to map out all his muscles and write a book about them.
Lance couldn’t stay away from my boobs while we fucked. At all times he kept at least one hand on them, the other on my waist, guiding me up and down and controlling the speed at which he moved me to make the most of our connected time, which made it even hotter to me.
I’d look down and see his huge and rough hands gripping my small body and nearly collapse out of lust and desire. He filled me up and I shook my dark hair out, clasping my hands together behind Lance’s neck and leaning back throwing my head back as far out as I could, thrusting my breasts toward him, my nipples aching for the touch of his lips, his fingers, his teeth.
I stared deep into his eyes and wondered what he was thinking while he fucked me. Did he appreciate all I did to make him feel good? Did he like how I looked when I rolled forward and presented my breasts to him? Or was he thinking, like all girls guess guys think, “having sex woo!”
I shook my head and thankfully those thoughts disappeared and I got back into the moment, just as Lance took his hand off my breasts and reached around my back, into my hair, and pulled it downward toward the bed. I moaned, loving the light pain his hair pulling caused, and I looked up in reflex.