Once again, forgive my grammar - it hasn't been sent to the editor yet.
When I reached the sports bar Elliot was already there leaning up against the wall outside it, looking at his phone. He was wearing a pair of faded blue jeans and a white v-neck t-shirt, his hair was sticking up and messy from sleeping - he looked positively delicious.
The hall we were in was pretty quiet so the clack of my heels could be heard as I walked towards him. He stood up properly and gave me the most brilliant smile I have ever seen on him, it made chest swell and I impulsively started to run to him, jumping into his arms as he captured me in a passionate kiss that had me melting on the spot.
He broke away and smiled at me, brushing my hair out of my face. “I was dreaming about you when you called me.”
A little ripple skittered through my stomach and shot down between my legs, “Good dreams I hope,” I purred, leaning in to him.
“Let’s get out of here and I’ll show you”
The sexual tension was ubiquitous on the drive home, it was hard for me to keep myself in my seat and not jump in his lap to ride him while he drove. He told me to wait when he pulled over and got out of the car, walking around to my side to help me out. Holding my hand he lead me to the entrance of a block of brown brick flats, it was dark and fairly surrounded by trees so I couldn’t see much, but I could hear the whoosh of the ocean as I waited for him to unlock the main door.
“How far away from the ocean are you?” I couldn’t help but ask.
“One street,” he replied, “you can see the beach from the balcony.” We climbed the beige carpeted stairs quietly and stopped in front of a brown wooden door at top of the second flight of stairs.
“This is it,” he said looking back over his shoulder at me, with a click the door was open and we stepped inside a narrow hall. The door swung shut behind me and he turned and pinned me to it, his arms either side of me. I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading over my face as he looked hungrily into my eyes clamping his mouth down on mine as he kissed me deeply. I slid my arms around his neck and pressed myself to him curling my fingers through the back of his already messy hair.
He reached his hands down to my backside and hoisted me up so I had to wrap my legs around his waist. He walked me down the hallway, past a formal dining room, kissing me all the way until he reached the lounge room and set me down, kneeling in front of me. Only then did he pause and look at me.
“You drive me wild, Katrina.” He smoothed my hair away from my face and started to kiss a trail down my neck and chest, his hands moving to cup my small breasts and squeeze my already hard nipples. I let out a small moan as I leaned my body into his hands, wanting more from him, he pulled my dress aside and took one little bud into his mouth causing me to drop my head back and moan with pleasure. He guided me until I was lying, sliding his hand down my body and between my thighs, I parted them willingly as I felt his fingertips brush the edges of my thoroughly damp panties.