I'm not sure if I hallucinated her invitation or if she really invited me up. When she turns around at the top of the stairs and giggles, I know it was real.

Quickly following her into her apartment, I grab her before the door is fully closed, gently pressing her against it, and fumbling with the lock.

When she presses her mouth to mine again, I feel drunk, off-kilter, and hazy. Her lips are the only thing keeping me on the ground.

Pulling away, I stare down at her face. "Evie, you're not drunk right?"

"No," she smiles and takes my face in her hands, her soft fingertips running over my cheeks. Watching her eyes, I look for any signs that she's had too much to drink. When she comes up on her toes, her mouth inching closer to mine, my hesitations are overruled by my need to taste her lips again.

Like a zap of electrical energy to the spine, everything is suddenly clear to me. She is what I want. No questions, no doubts, just her. Relationships seemed like too much work before because I wasn't with her. It's not work, it's the only thing that matters.

Pulling her into my arms, I can't seem to hold her tight enough or to bring her close enough. I want to hold her, to touch her, to feel her everywhere.

"Connor," she sighs into my mouth, breathy and soft. "Is this real?"

"It's completely real."

She brings her lips back to mine with force, driving me crazy with her tongue. When she rocks her hips forward, I am sure that I'll wake up at any moment. This has to be a dream. Weeks of hoping she would see me...

Time slips away as we stumble in the dark toward her couch, her body on top of mine, my hands in her hair, our mouths twisted together. Every minute that passes feels better than the last. We've explored every inch of each other's mouths. I've run my hands over her hips and kneaded her ass. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist, and the thick tights she's wearing keep my hands away from the area I want to explore next.

"Can I take these off?" My heart is in my throat as I ask. I'm sure she's felt my cock rubbing against her but removing clothes is a different thing all together.

"Yes," she hums and I twitch in my pants.

My greedy hands move on their own, peeling the elastic material down until she has to shift, moving both of her legs to one side so I can pull them all the way down. Trailing my fingers up her soft skin, I can hardly wait.

I swallow the moans that spill from her lips as my fingers brush through the slick, wet skin between her legs.

I'm so hard it hurts.

Her fingers come down to the hem of my shorts and she pauses.

"Please," I'll beg if I have to.

Moving my hips to help her pull them down, I watch her face as she releases me between our bodies. When her eyes come up to meet mine, she smiles with her teeth biting into her lower lip.

As soon as she touches me, her soft fingers running over my aching cock, I realize that this evening is going to be over much faster than I want it to be.

Reaching out, I press my hand between her legs again. Slick fingers slide in and out, curling inside of her while she grips me just hard enough to make my brain feel like it's on fire. When she starts to squeeze around my fingers, I speed up, circling over her clit with small, tight movements of my thumb.

"Oh, god- Connor," hearing her moan my name while she trembles has me leaking precum all over her hand.

Frantically searching my pocket for my wallet, I try to reach for a condom without breaking my mouth away from hers. I've had sex, I've been worked up and needy but never like this. I'm lightheaded, all I can think about is the softness of her lips and the throbbing in my cock.

Ripping open the little packet, her hand's come down over mine. My spine stiffens. For a moment fear creeps in. Did I just ruin this? I shouldn't have assumed that we were going to have sex. I'm pushing her too far too fast. She needs reassurances and I'm just barreling through trying to fuck her...

"Let me do it," she whispers against my lips as she rolls the rubber down over me.

Taking a deep breath, I wrap my arm around her back, lifting her and laying her on her back with my hips between her legs. Her swollen lips are slightly parted and her eyes are fixed down, between us. She's staring at my cock, waiting for me to slide into her.

I can't wait for another second but I also want to enjoy this moment. Watching her face, I press forward, slowly. As each inch disappears inside of her I'm overcome with a heaviness. I don't fully understand is but I know, deep in the recesses of my mind, that this is significant. This is the start of something important.

When my hips meet hers, I still, holding myself against her.

"Fucking hell," I can hardly breathe.

As I start to move, the sexiest sounds spill past her lips. Moans and whimpers, sharp breaths, and soft sighs. I'm a goner.

Moving faster, I bring my hand down between us. I know I'm not going to last so I need to work her harder, bring her closer.

"Connor," her moans have me ready to explode.

Sounds that I've never made before burst through me. I couldn't hold them back if I tried. It's taking every bit of focus and concentration not to come right now. She's so tight and slippery, the tight grip on my cock and her strangled cries... it's all too much.

"Fuck, Evie... fuck," I'm begging her.

My thumb works faster, moving over her clit to try to bring her to the edge. I'm barely hanging on.

"Oh my god-" her back arches and I explode as she pulses around me. Slumping down, I use one elbow to keep my body from crushing hers. My vision is spotty and I feel like I've been electrocuted. Everything tingles and burns. A foggy haze takes over my mind as I feel her hand on my back, the tips of her fingers rubbing my skin.

When I finally feel like I can see and move again, I sit up only to find her sleeping beneath me.

After carrying her to her bed, I clean up the living room before slipping under the sheets beside her.

It only takes me a few minutes to drift off, surrounded by her soft smell, listening to her quiet sighs. The last thought that lingers in my brain before sleep takes me is how easy this is, how comfortable and right...

Rolling over in the morning, I reach for her but the bed is empty. When I sit up I can see that the bedroom door is cracked.

Pulling on my shorts, I go out to look for her.

I spot her immediately, sitting at the kitchen table, leaning forward and holding her face in her hands. A steaming cup of coffee sits in front of her.

"Good morning," I'm starting to worry but I'm still hopeful.

As soon as our eyes meet any hope is smashed to smithereens.

"Morning..."

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