It's between me and you

Chapter 41

"Elena," Andrew exhaled, and piled on the girl right in the elevator of her nine-story building.

He kissed her hungry lips and dug his greedy fingers into the narrow waist, tearing aside the collar of her unbuttoned coat and yanking it toward him.

"My Elena!" A muffled growl against her neck, and then his palm impudently laid on her breast and squeezed it like a master. "All mine!"

She really was his - Elena didn't even want to contradict that assertion. Her mouth was dry, her hard nipples were aching for more affection, but today she was preparing for something else. She wanted to please Andrew. He liked it when his beloved caressed him, and after several days of separation, the girl herself was eager to show him how wildly she missed him.

Pulling back the hard fabric of his jeans with one hand, she slipped her other hand under them, slid the elastic band of his underwear and wrapped her fingers around the hard erection.

The air whistled noisily through Ledger's clenched teeth as cool, gentle fingers braided his long-ready cock. Andrew rocked his hips forward. The guy literally shook with powerful arousal.

His always so prim and principled-looking woman looked at him with a challenge, greed, and such passion that the guy's body trembled. Andrew tensed, ready to hit the button "stop", but the door at that moment opened.

Elena on cotton legs first came out. Ledger followed, not tearing his hands from the desired body.

She fumbled for the keys in her purse and brought them to the lock, but she could not insert them, because the insolent hands unceremoniously pulled up her skirt and raced over the skin over the strip of stockings.

"Goddamn lock, get it open!" - mentally scolded the girl at her inability with trembling hands to handle the chink. Andrew covered the dainty palm with his own and helped insert the key. A couple of turns, and they were finally in the apartment.

He slammed the door with his foot while helping his beloved get rid of her coat. The purse flopped on the floor. Barely on her feet, Elena managed to get rid of her boots and stepped back a meter, watching as Andrew hastily took off his shoes and walked toward her with a heavy step, like a wild animal in the hunt.

She put her hand forward, biting her lip in anticipation. Andrew squinted and rested his chest against the fragile palm.

"What?" he asked, sizzling her with the heat in the darkness of his pupils.

"Go the room and wait for me. You can take off your jacket, the rest I'll do by myself."

Ledger grinned predatory.

"What are you up to?"

"Do not ask unnecessary questions, Andrew. Or you'll get an "F" for behavior."

"We already passed this lesson. And I didn't get a failing grade in any way. But today we'll repeat for better learning material!"

Elena swallowed, feeling a growing shiver, but confidently pointed her head toward the bedroom.

"We'll do it again! But first go."

Okay. Okay. Now Ledger was ready to give in, but only because the promise of something unforgettable was read in the look in her brown eyes. He took a step back and, throwing off his jacket, went into the room.

Everything here was already familiar to him. He couldn't count how many times the poor bed had slammed against the wall with its headboard. And the dresser. And the rickety windowsill. They studied every square inch of the apartment.