To have made it back to the apartment in three minutes was nothing short of impressive, but there I stood outside the front door panting. As I regained my composure and breath, I noticed the faint smell of sugar cookies, Jaycee's favorite smell. Upon discovering their existence, she stocked up on what seemed like a lifetime supply of scented candles of their like. I softly unlocked the door, pulling on the knob so the bolt slid silently unlocked. The door slowly opened, making not one creak or crack. Dante, asleep on the couch, opened one eye to peer at me and promptly closed it in favor of sleep.
The scent of cookies was overpowering. I made my way stealthily into the bedroom through the bathroom; that door didn't make any noise either. The window had been blacked out, covered in blankets that would have cast the room into complete darkness were it not for the candles. On what seemed to be every flat surface lay candles that appeared to have been burning for quite some time, casting a soft light on the room. Wax dripped from many, some onto the carpet. Roses intertwined along the headboard of the bed in the center of the far wall. Jaycee slept, curled in a fetal position naked on the left side of the bed, the side I usually slept. I stood still for a moment, silently admiring her flawless body, feeling my pulse quicken at the thought of merely lying next to her.
I slowly stripped nude, tossing my clothes into a pile on the floor. Sweat gleamed on my chest, still heaving from the run. Despite the noise I was making, Jaycee slept soundly. The heavy sweet smell of cookies was intoxicating to me, my head swooned as I slipped into the bed behind her, wrapping my powerful arms around her soft shoulders, cupping one of her breasts in my hand. I formed my naked body around hers, placing my penis exactly where it wanted to go and finding to my delight that she was already warm and wet. I pressed my other wrist against the mattress, allowing my hand to reach around and grasp her hip bone; and pulling her hips back to rub against mine, I pressed gently into hers. I grew harder and harder, rubbing myself along her underside which grew ever warmer, more welcome to me. My heart raced as I nuzzled into her hair at the base of her neck.
Though she slept, her breathing grew more ragged, her bosom swelled, her nipples stood erect. I reached down and pulled her legs apart, and as I did so, Jaycee let escape a moan of pleasure as I brushed her clitoris with my fully erect penis. Her hand reached down and seized my manhood tightly, and gave it a few hearty pumps with her hand. She turned her head and kissed me deeply, biting my tongue and lower lip, still holding onto me as though if she released it, she would never know pleasure again. "You're late." Her voice hovered just above a whisper, more of a moan than a whisper. With uncharacteristic aggression, she placed me in the opening of her now hot vagina, and forced her hips back, releasing what our neighbors would later describe as a primal scream.
I pulled her body close to mine, thrusting hard into her, she reached back with both of her hands, pulling my short hair with one, drawing blood from my shoulder with the other. "Won't happen again," I grunted with the effort, "I swear." I leaned down, biting her neck, her whole body tensed, she tightened around my penis. I thrust into her harder, knowing it would only drive her wild with her as tight around me as she was. I rolled, bringing her fully on top of me, grabbed her hips, and turned her around to face me. "Squeeze me, Jay, with all you've got." I grinned seductively as she flexed her thighs around me so hard it hindered my breathing.
