Believe it or not, there was a time when Greta Abney had it all figured out. Marriage, a family, and a thriving career all by the age of 30 was her plan. But plans change, and now she's drinking alone at her best friend's baby announcement party.
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♫ human touch by betty who ♫
All the urges were there as they reached the floor of his building.
With her hand still in his, Greta waited eagerly, her body spiked with pleasures and warmth that only escalated at the sound of keys clinking at the door's lock. But it was opened then, and as if it were some kind of reward to be given, she granted him a kiss upon the edge of his shoulder.
The apartment could've been half the size of her own luxurious loft. The kitchen and living room could be seen across from one another with barely a swiping glance. Down the hall, she could envision just where the spare bathroom was, as well as the bedroom. And across every corner and surface, there had been little to no mess.
This modest, minimalistic space he owned had been fairly clean for a man in his late-twenties. And that much impressed Greta almost to the point of missing the focus on why she was really here tonight.
But Eli harkened her back to their shared intentions with a kiss. They were much closer now, their bodies recognizing of one another's texture as Greta's lips found a home for his tongue. Their hands were wild, with each new discovery of each other's body part, she had begun to curse the very clothes that kept them from truly connecting to one another.
Her fingers had slipped down to the helm of his shirt, and once inside, Greta shivered at the rigid features of his skin underneath. He seemed to be blessed with hardened abs, and with that, she couldn't help but to wonder just what else he'd been gifted with such a physique.
"Where's your bedroom?" She asked him in a whispery tone.
He grinned before dipping his mouth deeper into the side of her neck. Each kiss was wet and sensually pleasing. With slow eruption, she let out a moan that seemed to be far too eager to leave her throat. And with that, it was official:
Her panties were beyond soaked.
"Bedroom?" She questioned again, this time getting his attention.
Though he was silent, his compliance was well received as he wrapped his enormous arms around her thin frame and tossed Greta into the air. With a yelp, she acted on instinct to capture his torso with her legs.
Laughter followed suit, then a reunion of their lips. Her eyes had been closed and her legs opened to the embrace of what was to come when they entered the bedroom and found her back pressed into the firmness of his mattress. When he was off her body, she looked up to him dragging his own shirt off, leaving her with envy as she bit her lip in yearning.
