She shook her head, water splattering everywhere. I grabbed her around the waist and held her close, stopping her from shaking out and destroying the elevator. When the car arrived on my floor, we stumbled out and practically bounded down the hall to my apartment.
Unlocking the front door, I ushered her in and closed it behind us. Watching her run her fingertips over the kitchen counter—and dripping over everything—I instantly knew she belonged here.
“You don’t have much stuff,” she commented, her gaze raking over my meager belongings. I had the bare minimum in the way of furniture, and everything had its place and stayed put. Apart from the pile of dirty dishes loaded up in the dishwasher, the place was spotless.
“It isn’t much, but it’s home, I guess,” I said. “I moved here almost a year ago now.”
“It’s nicer than my place,” she said, turning her attention to the little balcony and the view of the Melbourne CBD beyond. It was so close you could reach out and touch it, metaphorically speaking, that was.
Darting into the hall, I opened the linen closet and pulled out a towel. Finding her at the balcony window, her gaze glued on the haze beyond, I draped the material around her shoulders and rubbed softly.
“Here,” I murmured, my hair dripping.
She leaned back against my chest with a sigh, and I felt my cock twitch as her ass settled against it. Forgetting the towel, I moved my hands lower, my palms cupping her breasts. Her nipples were taut against the soaked fabric of her dress, and I pinched each softly. A gasp escaped from her pink lips, and her arms rose, snaking around my neck.
I held her back against my chest, my hands roaming and tugging her dress up. She was forced to let me go so I could pull it over her head, and I tossed it aside, the material slapping onto the tiled floor.
My hands caressed her damp body, my erection growing as she wriggled against me. Wanting to touch her everywhere, I slipped my fingers into her underwear and found her clit. I teased the little bud, circling softly, then pressing hard before easing the pressure. She mewled in complaint, her soft breaths becoming sharper as her longing grew. When I ran my finger along her seam, my cock pulsed as her wetness drew me in. One finger, then two.
Juliette moved her hips, working her body against my palm. Her ass rubbed against my crotch, and it was all I could do not to pull down my pants, free myself, and bend her over the back of the couch.
“Caleb,” she muttered, lost to pure sensation.
Removing my hand, I peeled off my shirt, kicked off my shoes, and took off the last barrier between her and me. She sank against the window, her fingers unhooking her bra and tossing it aside.
Wrapping my hand around her wet hair, I tugged her head to the side and covered her mouth with mine, sliding my tongue deep. Her kiss was full of fire, her delicate little hands searching for my cock.
Turning her body around, I picked her up and anchored her against the window. Her legs wrapped around my waist, locking her core against mine, her slickness teasing my hardness. Her fingers speared through my hair, tugging hard, and I moaned, wanting nothing more than to bury into her balls deep.
“I can’t keep my hands off you,” I muttered.
“Then don’t.”
Her words struck a chord deep inside me, and I fisted my cock, pressing the head into her opening. Using the window and my free hand to hold her in place, I eased into her, my eyes rolling back as she took every inch, right to the hilt.
“So…good…” she muttered, working her hips over me before squeezing.
The motion sent an unbelievable burst of pleasure through my cock, and I drew back, then stroked deep again.
I had her slowly against the window, savoring the way her body wrapped around mine, the way her lips parted when I thrust, and the sounds she made when I rubbed against her clit. I was dreaming. Had to be. No one was this perfect, right?
I fucked her with all the tenderness I could muster before she came on my cock, forcing me to empty inside her.
Melbourne was at her back, covered in a blanket of rain, the sweltering heat mirroring the display we’d just given the city against my balcony window.
Afterward, we lay together in my king-sized bed, staring at another angle of the city outside the windows.
“They can’t see in here, can they?” Juliette asked, causing me to laugh.
“I doubt it. Unless there’s a pervert with a telescope in one of those office buildings.”
“Don’t say that,” she said through a moan. “Now I feel all gross.”
“Don’t,” I whispered. “Fucking you against that window was… I want to do it again.” Kissing the top of her head, I tightened my grip before settling back with a contented sigh.
“I don’t know what came over me,” she said, her breath tickling my neck.
“Passion?” I offered.