I couldn’t help but laugh, but it turned to a hiss when she wrapped her hand around my cock and stroked it.
“Fuck, I want you, Bree. Now.”
She moaned as I slipped my fingers inside her, finding her more than ready. I withdrew my fingers and put them in my mouth, sucking on them before I pulled her closer.
“Luke,” she gasped when I guided her down onto my dick. “Oh God!”
“That’s it, love. Yes…God, that feels good.”
Her head dropped back while our rhythm increased. I needed more. The angle didn’t allow me to get deep inside of her, and I needed to be nestled in all the way.
I pulled out and slipped off the bike, turning her and easing her down so that her back was lying against the seat. Then I pushed back inside, causing us both to moan.
“Yes, that’s it. Luke, that’s it!”
Brushing my thumb over her clit, I felt her tighten around me. She was close…and this had to be the hottest fucking moment of my life.
“Bree, I need you to come. Fuck, I need you to come!”
“I’m…so…close.”
I tilted my hips and felt her body quiver. She screamed out my name and started to spasm on my cock, pulling my own orgasm out.
“Holy shit,” I gasped as I moved faster, harder. “Bree, I’m coming with you. Fuck!”
I saw stars, my orgasm hit me so damn hard. My knees nearly buckled, and it seemed to last forever.
When we both finally stopped and all I could hear was our breathing, I pulled out and reached for her. She wrapped her legs around me and I held her, taking a step away from the bike. It was the first time we’d had sex while both of us were fully clothed.
“When did you take off your panties?” I asked in between peppering kisses on her face, jaw, and neck.
She lifted her head, a look of complete happiness on her face. “I never had any on.”
My mouth fell open. “You lied?”
She nodded.
“You little vixen.”
With a giggle, she pressed her mouth to mine for a quick kiss. “Take me home, Luke.”
“With pleasure.”
The ride back to Boston felt like it took forever. Bree had left her coat at Jack and Lou’s bar, and we stopped at a gas station and bought her a sweatshirt that said I Love Boston, so she wouldn’t completely freeze her ass off.
The night had been absolutely perfect. Bree loved me, too, and that had me flying high. I couldn’t wait to get her back to my place, so I could undress her and make love to her all night.
I drove down Atlantic Avenue and turned onto Commercial Street, then into the gated parking garage of my condo. It overlooked Lewis Wharf Marina and had spectacular views of the harbor from the floor-to-ceiling windows and the outdoor balcony. It was one of the few condos that offered both a private outdoor space and a waterfront view.
After parking the bike, I took Bree’s hand in mine and we got into the elevator. I hit the button for the top floor. I owned one of the penthouses that had an open kitchen, a decent-size living room, a large bedroom, and a bathroom that could give any spa a run for its money. The previous owner—a football player for the New England Patriots—had custom cabinets put in, and there was even a common rooftop area that I swore no one ever went to.
I unlocked the door to my place, and we walked in. The first time I’d brought Bree here, she’d fallen in love with the view. She’d walked right past the kitchen with its high-end appliances and dark walnut cabinets without giving them a second glance. To the left of the kitchen sat a small dining area with a round table and four chairs my mother insisted I buy. If it had been left up to me, there wouldn’t even be a table, since I ate nearly every meal either on the sofa or out on the balcony.
My bedroom offered views of North End and Zakim Bridge. I liked that I was centrally located on Waterfront and North End, with all of its restaurants, cafés, and bakeries. And Bree had fallen in love with all the shops that were nearby.
Bree kicked off her heels and made a beeline straight for the balcony. It was always her first stop. She would step outside, draw in a deep breath of the ocean breeze, and close her eyes. I loved to watch her in moments like that. Totally lost in the elements around her and never looking more beautiful.
I grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. “Do you want to sit out here for a bit?”
She turned and leaned against the rail. The moonlight danced off her light brown hair and when she smiled, I swore I fell even more in love with her.