by C. T. Oliver
“Wow. I can see why you’d want to own this place.”
“I know, right?” Amelia has the brightest smile as her eyes scan the apartment. “The remodeling was finally completed a little over a year ago. Never make plans to remodel with anyone who has a creative bone. Everything had to be just right,” she says rolling her eyes. I walk in and settle her on the stool next to the kitchen island and take a good look at the space.
The apartment is an open floor plan and has the highest ceiling. The back of the apartment, which is the front of the building, looks out into the heart of downtown Portland through the glass-paneled wall which opens to a large balcony with black iron railing. The light coming in reflects beautifully off the polished dark chocolate hardwood floors.
To the left is the kitchen area. It is dominated by the dark marbled island with an embedded Viking range in the middle. It’s large enough to serve as the eating area as well. The rest of the kitchen is surrounded by dark chocolate cabinets along the wall and state of the art cooking utensils. I can understand why Amelia is such a good chef. With a kitchen like this, it would be a crime not to cook in it.
Next to the kitchen, between the living room space and in front of the glass paneled wall is Amelia’s office. Or really, a very large dark wooden desk, suited for any CEO, with a comfortable looking leather chair to accompany it. I can imagine her being swallowed up in that chair while working. The desk faces the view of Portland, the city that works. How fitting is it that Amelia picked that as her view for when she’s working or studying?
The living room takes up the other half of the floor plan. Dark brown modern leather furniture faces a wall with a mounted flat screen TV. When looking at the wall the last thing you would notice is the TV. On both side of the TV are shelves of books and textbooks that any library would be jealous of. You can tell which form of media takes precedence in her life.
Next to the entertainment center is a set of non-railed wooden stair steps wedged out from the wall. It looks to lead to the next level, which is also an open floor plan so you can see directly upstairs. The second floor is only half the size of the first floor and holds the bedroom. Though the apartment is very modern, the décor is simple and elegant with the color theme of dark chocolate and cream. It’s very Amelia.
“Let me go get the our bags and then we can plan dinner.” I kiss her forehead before heading to the door. “Oh! Baby, the codes?”
“The elevator is 195084 and the door is 891945,” Amelia says with the biggest smile on her face.
“What?” I ask, with a giant smile of my own.
Amelia looks down at Larry in her hands and starts playing with his collar. “I’ve never given the codes out to a guy before. It’s kind of like giving you my set of keys.”
A huge wave of happiness washes over me knowing I’m the only guy that has access to her apartment. I walk back to her and hold her face in both my hands. “I am honored to have your keys.” I kiss her sweetly, savoring her taste, her contented sigh, and her dreamy look when I pull back. “August ninth, nineteen forty-five huh? Atomic bombing of Hiroshima?”
“You’re so smart, aren’t you?” She playfully smirks.
“What’s the other number?”
“Atomic mass of platinum. My favorite metal.”
I smirk at her. “Good to know.”
I come back from the garage to the sight of Amelia balancing on one foot, stretching up into a cabinet while talking to Larry. “What do you think you’re doing?” I ask sternly. “You could further hurt yourself; the bruise is just starting to change color.” I drop all the bags and rush over to her.
“Craig, calm your face. I’m just getting Larry a snack.” Amelia lets out a sigh and folds her arms in front of her. I scoop her into my arms and set her on the island.
“I’ll get Larry a snack. Have you decided what you want for dinner?” I ask while reaching for the bone shaped cookie jar. Adorable, even her sense of décor reflects her personality.
“Umm…I don’t really have much food in the house, so we’d have to go out. How about some sushi?” she asks with a hopeful look on her face.
I toss Larry a few treats. “I love sushi. I’ll get a chance to improve my chopstick skills.” She laughs and tries to hop off the island. “No no, where do you think you’re going?” I step in between her legs and wrap my arms around her waist.
“Craig, you’re being silly. You are not going to carry me around all weekend. I have to get some work done before class on Monday and then clean up around here.” She looks at me with her adorably wide bottomless eyes and those slightly pouty lips. I can’t say no to that look.
“Okay, but please take it easy when we’re at home. I’m sticking to you like syrup on flapjacks when we step outside.” I have been casually using the word ‘home’ and every time I can see some excitement in her eyes. I don’t want to over stay my welcome, but if I have it my way, we are never going to spend another day apart.
She wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.” I can feel her right leg wrapping around my waist when her lips touch mine. I open for her and she takes full advantage running her soft tongue along my lips before the tip of her tongue plays with mine. I run a hand down her back and up under her shirt. Feeling her soft and smooth skin is like a good sip of warm cognac working its way into my soul. I can get drunk just by kissing and touching my Amelia. “Umm, babe. We better stop. Larry is going to want his dinner soon,” she says against my lips.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to him about cock blocking me.” I kiss down the side of her neck and take a light nip on her collarbone before forcing myself to pull back. I can never get enough of her.
Laughing softly, she wraps her arm around me so I can pull her off the island. “There’s a sushi place around the corner. They have this agedashi tofu that I dream about sometime.”
I laugh at the look of excitement on her face. “As long as you’re not dreaming about some British underwear model, I think I’ll survive.” I watch her carefully as she hobbles over to the counter against the wall and pulls out a container of kibble. She scoops out a handful into a little silver bowl with Larry’s name on it.
She shakes her head and laughs. “That depends, how good do you look in a suit?” she asks handing me another bowl to get water for Larry.
“Oh, so that’s what does it for you? A nice suit?” I smirk as I walk over to the sink. “Hmm…I think I can pull something together.”
“Well, let’s just put it this way. It would be very hard to overlook a handsome and confident well-dressed law student.” She flashes me her bright smile.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her to me. “Come on silly girl, let’s get some fish and tofu into you.”
“Oh my gosh! Why did you let me eat so much?” Amelia groans as she hobbles over to the couch, rubbing her stomach along the way.
I carry the groceries over to the counter next to the fridge while keeping a close eye on her. “I didn’t want to lose a hand with the way you were going after those tofu bites. I think you would have made Cory proud.”
She sighs and plops down on the couch. “They were so good. Plus, you inhaled all the sashimi. There wasn’t anything else to eat.”
I open the freezer and stop dead in my tracks. “Um, Amelia? Are you planning for a natural disaster where you’re locked in your apartment with just a microwave or something?” My eyes graze over the two shelves in the freezer packed neatly with Hot Pockets with every stuffing and crust imaginable. Even limited edition stuffing and there is such a thing, it seems.
“Oh, my gosh! Please get out of there.” There is a desperate panic to Amelia’s voice as she hides her face in her hands.
I try to hold in the laughter as I walk over to her. Pulling her into my lap I kiss the side of her face that’s not covered by her hands. “Baby?”
“Hmm?” She nuzzles her face in my neck calming and soothing me completely. When she’s in my arms, nothing
else in the world exists. It’s just us.
“Why is there a year’s supply of Hot Pockets in your freezer?” I ask, rubbing my hand up and down her back.
She sighs as if what she’s about to tell me is a big bother to talk about. “They’re my drug of choice.” She pulls back and looks for my reaction.
I smile and raise an eyebrow at her statement, while trying desperately to hold in my laugher. “Explain, please.”
“Well they’re really good. I know they’re so bad for you, but they’re so freaking good. And when I’m up late studying, they’re my comfort food. They’re just sooo good!” she exclaims with animated hand gestures.
“Okay,” I chuckle and hold her closer to me. I nuzzle my nose to the side of her face and take in a lungful of the mint that still lingers in her hair.
“Just okay? You’re not going to lecture me that what I’m eating is processed. That it’s full of preservatives and high in sodium and the cheese isn’t real?” She pulls back and looks at me in shock. “Or that I have to run three miles just to burn one off? Or that my apartment smells like someone’s butt when I warm one up?”
I can already guess which ones are Blu’s complaints. “No, why should I? You eat healthy and you workout. I don’t think a few Hot Pockets are going to kill you, Amelia.”
She leans her head on my shoulder. “Okay. I get so much crap from Blu and Pen and my family all the time about those things, but they’re just so good!”
With the mention of her family, I’m reminded that I’m still holding something back from Amelia. I have kept the truth about my family’s success from her. The same success that I’m going to take over in the near future. You can never know who your true friends are when all they see is the success and what can benefit them when the time comes.
“Amelia, since I learned one of your secrets, I think I have to share something with you.”
Sensing the seriousness in my voice, she sits up and looks at me with her bottomless eyes. “What is it?”
“I’ve told you that I’m going to intern at a firm starting this summer.” I can see the sadness coming across her face. “Well that firm, it’s my dad’s.” I look closely for any excitement or joy at knowing she might be connected with powerful wealthy people, but all I can see is sadness.
“It’s your dad’s firm? So, that’s why you have to intern there?” she asks in a small voice.
“Yeah, it’s in dad’s ten year plan that I take over so he can retire. Mom said she wants to retire while she can still stand on a surfboard,” I explain with a shrug.
“But you’re from Texas though. Why is there a firm in Seattle?”
“It’s a branch. Dad is going to be in charge of the Austin office, while I learn the ropes in Seattle.”
“Oh, okay,” she says looking away quickly, but I can see tears brimming at the corner of her eyes.
“Amelia, look at me.” I hold her face in both my hands. “I promised to be truthful with you and so I am. Nothing is going to happen to us. As long as we work at it and communicate, we are going to be alright.” Amelia nods, closing her eyes and letting the tears run down her cheeks. My heart breaks when I thought I would be relieved. I ache and hate this helpless feeling I have. She must be thinking that I’m going to leave her. Amelia is who I want and need for the rest of my life. I’ve finally found someone who values love and people more than connections or money.
I’m laying on my stomach feeling her sweet lips working their way down the back of my neck and over to my shoulder. With the tip of her tongue, she’s tracing the lines on my tattoo. I smile at the feel of her pebbling nipples rubbing against my back. “Mm baby, you have to get up already?” I ask.
The last two days Amelia and I have eased into coupledom in the real world. She spent hours at her desk on Saturday updating her syllabus and lesson plans for the new term while I got comfortable in her apartment, mostly the kitchen. I cooked; she worked and organized things around the apartment. At night we came together in the most intimate and passionate ways that left me falling more and more in love with her.
Sunday morning after waking Amelia up with a proper wake up call, she surprised me with my own closet and drawer space. My excitement took away all the worry that was on her beautiful face when she showed me the space. As if I would turn down a gesture to be closer to my adorable Amelia. That evening Blu, Pen, and the guys came over the dinner. A dinner both Amelia and I cooked and we entertained as a couple.
During the dinner I took a moment to look at Amelia. She was glowing with happiness and laugher and it literally took my breath away. I then realized that I had this goofy look on my face, a look that I was so familiar with. It was the look dad always had when he would sit back and look at mom. It was contentment, joy, and happiness all rolled up into one. That look only comes from the invincible feeling of being in love.
“Well,” she places a few kisses on my shoulder, “I’m usually up this early to head to the gym,” she kisses her way back up my neck. “But someone isn’t letting me workout.” She nuzzles her nose against the side of my cheek. “So I guess I just have to find some other vigorous activity to do to stay in shape.” She worms her hand down my stomach and under my boxer briefs to grip my erection. She palms the head making me arch my hips off the bed from the scorching pleasure.
“Shit, baby,” I hiss. I turn quickly and pick Amelia up to let her straddle my hips. I can already feel the lips of her sex wet and ready for me. I run my hands up the side of her ribcage making a beeline for her breasts.
“God. I’m some kind of lucky bastard to get to touch these beautiful full breasts everyday.” Amelia closes her eyes and licks her lips from the pleasure of my touch. When she’s fully aroused her nipples are overly sensitive, even a whisper of my breath across the peaks has her withering and squirming. “Fuck, baby! You’re so ready for me.” Little rubs of my thumbs across her nipples and she is desperately grinding her wet sex on my erection.
“God Craig! That feels so good,” she moans, dropping back her head and curling her fingers into my chest.
“Does that turn you on, baby? My rock hard cock throbbing against your wet pussy?” I rock my hips to grind my cock deeper between her folds. “Take me in Amelia. Take me, now!” I growl, pinching her nipples as the tip of my erection thrusts into her hot sex making her come instantly.
“Jesus, Craig. You make me feel so good,” Amelia groans as she lifts up her hips and start to hungrily bounce and grind on my erection. Her head tilts back and her eyes close basking in the pleasure.
“Fuck, Amelia. Grind your pussy on me.” Amelia picks up her speed and I can feel her walls tightening around me as I pull her lips down to mine. The feel of Amelia squeezing me from within is a different state of euphoria very time. Sex is never the same with Amelia. She’s sassy and exciting. Sometime it’s a little rough and dirty and sometimes it’s slow and sweet, but every time it’s making love and we connect.
“Baby, come for me. Let me feel that tight pussy gripping my cock.” I lean up, taking a nipple in my mouth and suck hard. I want her to let go before I explode. “Fuck baby, come!” I murmur around her nipple as I land a hard slap on her bottom. I instantly feel her sex spasm around me and her loud cry of my name. One hard thrust and I bury myself deep within her and let go. Lost in my adorable Amelia, I fall back on the bed when the last twitch of my orgasm subsides within her.
I can hear her soft laugh as she brushes my hair off my forehead. I run my hands up and down her back and grab on to those firm cheeks to get my daily dose of her soft skin for the morning.
“You going to be okay there, babe?” she asks, placing kisses all over my forehead and down my nose.
I let out a long sigh. “I will be.” I open my eyes and look into those wide bottomless onyxes of hers. “Was that vigorous enough for you?”
She wiggles her hips with me still in her. I’m semi hard again. “I’ve sweated more, but that was a good abs workout,” she says brightly with a hopeful
look on her face.
I laugh and pull her down to my lips, kissing her sweetly. “I’m going to need some Gatorade if you want another workout session.”
“Hmm, I don’t want to get out of bed.” She rests her forehead on mine. “Do we really have to go to school today?”
I laugh, brushing back her bangs. “Yes, but before you know it the day will be over with and we’ll be in each other’s arms again. I promise.”
She gives me one last kiss before sitting up. “We didn’t even wake Larry up,” she giggles looking over at Larry in his doggy bed, tucked in with his hippo.
“Little man is still sleeping off that pot roast Cory fed him last night.”
“We are so getting him a dog so he can stop feeding Larry. Look, he’s so round now.” Amelia walks over and tickles Larry’s light pink belly.
“We can get him one for his birthday. Now, race you to the showers.” I fight against the tangled sheets to hop out of bed before Amelia frantically hobbles for the showers. We have a standing rule, first one in gets their back scrubbed and a little hand stuff during their shower.
I step back into the apartment from a quick morning walk in the April showers with Larry. Amelia is coming down the stairs slowly, only putting some pressure on her left foot. She’s in a tight black high-waisted pencil skirt that stops right above her knees, paired with a white tank top and a lacey black cardigan. She has her hair pulled into a loose ponytail and makeup done lightly. Adorable.
“How’s the ankle this morning, baby?” I ask, taking off my trench coat.
“Better, still sore, but at least I can wa—” Amelia stop in her tracks as her eyes dilate and she looks me up and down. “Umm…yeah.”
I grin at her as my Italian loafers click against the hardwood floors while I make my way over to her. “Amelia.” I look into those bottomless eyes.
“Yes,” she whispers not taking her eyes off of me.
“Breathe. It’s only a suit.”
“Babe, are you sure you want to go to school?” she asks, unbuttoning my coat and running her hands over my stomach. “We can take a sick day and you know…” she shrugs and looks up. “I can sit at home and watch you walk around in this suit.”