The lights dimmed, the phone’s glow more pronounced on Paige’s face.  Huge brown eyes, thick black hair.  Long, thin fingers with shiny mauve nails and half a year’s income glittering on her finger.  Posh as hell and all mine, except when she was stuck on her phone.

“Babe,” I murmured.

“My idiot brother is letting them run around the house on a hoverboard.”

I laughed.  “They’re fine.  He’s watched them before.”

“He’s a man.  Who found your actual second shoe today?  Me.”  She looked up, deadpan.  “Jeremy, we left our boys with a man.  Three humans with testosterone tromping through the house without supervision.  Give me a minute.”

She went back to her phone.

Reaching out, I sank my fingers into her soft hair and clutched.  Knuckles at her nape.

Those eyes snapped up to look at me again, lips parted.  Her head hadn’t moved an inch, but by her expression, the thought had landed.  “What’re you doing?”

“We have one night alone, Paige.  One.”

Then Christmas pandemonium.

I let her go, my fingers tracing the line of her neck, down her arm, before they went back to my lap.  I glanced around, then yanked the button of my pants and pulled the zip, flashing my hard cock.

“Jeremy,” she hissed.

“Good thing there’s a tablecloth.”  I laughed as I tucked myself back in.

Fighting a smile, she shook her head.  Glanced at the exit and then back at me.  “Can you walk with that thing?”

“You’ll be right in front of me.”

She stood, flicked her hair, and headed for the exit.

We reached our Airbnb in two blocks. Paige turned around, grabbed my hands and walked backwards to our little house.  Giggling, Christmas lights reflected in her eyes.  “Been a minute, baby.  You still got it?”

I laughed, fishing the key out of my pocket to unlock the door.  “Me?”

She rolled her eyes and walked through the threshold.

As soon as the door shut behind me, I shoved my hand in her hair again, pulling taut.

Her chin yanked up, a gasp escaping.  Eyes snapped to mine, then my lips as I pressed my body to hers.  I felt her hands at my waist.

An understanding passed between us.

We were free.

She giggled in a whisper and I kissed her.  Immediately opened our mouths, sliding my tongue onto hers.  The air was humid, heated, and I felt her fingers at my waistband.

She urged me backward until I hit the door.  My pants fell to my knees and her nails scraped my hips as she grabbed the waistband of my boxers and kneeled, bringing my underwear down with her.

Her hand curled around my fat cock, impossibly big in her thin fingers.

“Fuuuck,” I sank against the door as her hot, wet mouth engulfed my dick, lips closing around my shaft and sealing out the atmosphere.  Tongue cradling my cock, she began to move up and down, deeper and deeper.  Pulling me into oblivion.

With my last ounce of self-control I clenched my fist in her hair, slowed her strokes to a stop, and peeled my eyes open.  Brows furrowed, she looked up at me.

Shaking my head, I stripped off my coat, my shirt.  Kicked off my shoes and pants and she stood to do the same.

“Wait,” I said.

She raised an eyebrow, heels clattering to the floor.

“Keep everything on.”  I slid my hands around her waist, down her ass.  Curled my fingers under the hem of her short dress and inched it up.  Ripped her thong down, let her step out of it, and cupped her bare ass in my hands.  I spun us around, pressing her against the door.  “There’s nothin to this fucking dress and don’t tell me you wore this ‘for the girls.’”

She giggled, her long fingers flat against the sides of my face.

I kissed her neck, reveling in the vibration of her moan on my lips, the way her body arced into mine.  “This was to make me crazy that your ass was right there.  And if it wasn’t, that's the story now.”

Reaching down, I cupped her ass and lifted, hiking her legs around my hips, driving her back against the door.

She gasped, arms circling my neck.  Propping her against the door with one hand, I held my cock with the other and lined up to her pussy.  Heat beckoned me in and I followed, sinking deep into her.

“Jeremy… fuck.”  Her eyes glazed as I hit bottom.  “I’ll never bitch about the time you spend in the gym again.”

“Yes you will.”  I leaned forward, our foreheads touching as we caught our breath and I held her with both arms.  I pulled out, pushed in.  The wet heat, the friction, the way she tightened, moaned, pulled me closer.

She was everything, everywhere, always.  Hands tangling in my hair, nails scraping my back.  I fucked her harder and harder, until her timid moans broke into mouthy screams and a crescendo that heightened with every thrust.

Deeper, harder, until the lines of who we were blurred into one.

Her pussy squeezed me in a vice grip, arms failing to find purchase, legs weakening around me.  I pounded through her clutching orgasm, feeling my balls tighten, muscles coiled tighter and tighter.  Slammed deep inside her, molten cum exploding through my cockhead and filling every fucking inch of her proper pussy.

We were nothing but bodies, skin against skin.  Heat, pulses, breath.

My arms screamed, my dick already slipping out of her.  “Paige…  you’re the best thing to ever happen to me.”

“God, Jeremy.  I… I’ve missed that.”  Her voice shook.

“Me too.” Lowering her feet to the ground, I leaned down and kissed her.  “We still got it, babe.”

She leaned her head against my chest and I held her close, knowing this moment couldn’t last. But god damn was she the world.

“If I get fucking get pregnant…”

"Shut up, baby."