As the sun set over the city skyline, Emily gazed out the window of her apartment. She had just moved to New York to attend art college, and the excitement of being in the city that never sleeps was still palpable.
Suddenly, she heard a door slam in the hallway outside her apartment. Curious, she crept towards the door to see what was happening.
To her surprise, a tall, muscular man was standing outside her door with a suitcase in one hand and a guitar in the other. “Hey,” he said, smiling charmingly at her.
Emily couldn’t help but feel a little intimidated by his confidence, but she couldn’t deny that he was incredibly attractive. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest looked like they could have been carved by a master sculptor.
“I’m Jake,” he said, extending his hand to her.
Emily shook his hand gingerly, feeling a shiver run down her spine at the intensity of his touch. “I’m Emily.”
Jake’s eyes locked onto hers for a moment, and she could feel her cheeks turning bright red. “So, I heard you’re an artist,” he said, nodding towards the sketches and paintings scattered around the room.
Emily nodded, still feeling a little uneasy. “Yeah, I’m still getting started though,” she said, unsure what to say.
Jake chuckled. “That’s okay. Everyone has to start somewhere. I’m a musician myself,” he said, gesturing towards the guitar in his hand.
They talked for a little while longer, and Emily couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. There was something about the way he carried himself that made her heart race.
Suddenly, Jake stood up and said, “Hey, I gotta run. I’m supposed to meet a friend at a bar down the street, but maybe we’ll hang out sometime, huh?”
Emily nodded, unable to discover her voice.
Jake flashed her one last grin before disappearing down the hallway, leaving Emily wondering if she’d ever see him again.
The next day, Emily was walking down the street when she heard a familiar voice behind her. “Hey there, Emily,” Jake said, sidling up to her.
Emily turned around to face him, a smile spreading across her face. “Hey, Jake,” she said.
They spent the afternoon exploring the city together, walking through Central Park, and eventually ending up at Jake’s apartment.
As they sat on his couch, listening to music and sharing a bottle of wine, Emily couldn’t help but appreciate how comfortable she felt with him. He was easy to talk to and seemed genuinely interested in everything she had to say.
Suddenly, Jake stood up and gestured towards his guitar. “You know, I bet I could teach you a few chords,” he said.
Emily nodded, excited to try something new. She took the guitar in her hands, feeling the weight of the instrument, and started strumming.
Jake leaned over her shoulder, guiding her hands into the correct position. As their fingers intertwined on the strings, Emily began to feel a growing heat between them.
Jake’s voice took on a husky tone as he whispered into her ear, “You’re a natural at this. Do you know what else you’re good at?”
Emily shook her head, feeling dizzy with arousal at his proximity.
Jake’s lips were on hers before she knew what was happening, trailing over her neck and shoulders as he undressed her slowly. Emily moaned softly as he kissed her chest, his fingers tracing circles around her nipples.
Finally, Jake slipped his fingers inside her, making her writhe with pleasure. He took her without hesitation, exploring every inch of her body with his mouth and hands.
Afterwards, they lay tangled together on the couch, Emily’s head resting on Jake’s chest. She could feel his heart beating beneath her cheek, steady and strong.
“I can’t believe this is happening,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Jake pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Trust me, Emily. You haven’t seen anything yet.”