Broken Promises

Part 6

She didn't want to wake him up. She knew, he needed his rest, but she also couldn't keep her hands to herself. His naked upper body was too tempting to be left untouched. She lay her hand on his chest, then lightly grazed his skin with her long cherry red nails. He stirred, she stopped. She leaned in closer and pressed her lips lightly to his shoulder. She kissed her way over his collarbone to the middle of his chest then up his neck. She considered leaving a hickey, but that wasn't exactly appropriate at their age anymore. She sort of liked the fact that he was asleep, otherwise, he would have flipped them over by now and her hands would be pinned up above her head. She then pulled away and moved to straddle him. Again, she bent over and began leaving open mouth kisses down his front as far as she could reach.

"Steph?"

She didn't realize that he had woken up and was completely transfixed, watching her.

"What are you doing?" Lindsey reached for her and she slithered up his body to kiss his lips. "Okay, we're not talking." 

She kissed him again, his hands gripped her waist as she lazily grinded against him. She sat up straight on top of him and reached for the hem of her nightgown, which was tossed on the floor in a matter of seconds. Her breasts immediately caught his attention as he gently squeezed and pushed them together, licking his lips. She followed his movements and she knew, he wanted to switch their positions and take over.

"No." Stevie shook her head. "This is all about you." She said, covering his hands with her own she squeezed them again. 

"If this is all about me, can we get these damn covers out of the way?" He asked and she lifted herself up, so he could do just that.

He moaned lowly, when she pressed herself against him, feeling her arousal. She began moving her hips, teasing him. The look on her face let him know that she was enjoying herself, his jaw clenched, he waited until it was going to be about him. 

Pressing their lips together for a moment too brief, she got on her knees and wrapped her delicate hand around his length, causing him to close his eyes. Her strokes were firm but slow, she swiped her thumb over the sensitive tip a few times, making his body jerk slightly. With his eyes still shut, he didn't know what she was going to do next, so when her hand was replaced by the warmth of her mouth, he inhaled sharply, holding his breath, then groaned for everyone on either side of the room to hear. 

In spite of how incredible she made him feel, he wanted to feel her and he let her know that. By then, she had had enough of her own game. It was no longer about taking things slow. His grip on her thighs was surely going to leave a mark as her movements grew faster and she took him in deeper. He was completely mesmerized by the sight in front of him, when she arched her back, one hand tangled in her hair, the other on its own journey towards her chest. He met her thrust for thrust, a little worried that she might have gotten carried away and he was being too rough. However, he didn't stop, not when her moans became louder each time they passed her lips, until nothing came out, her mouth formed into an 'o', her body completely still. Giving her a moment, he rolled them over and just a couple of thrusts later he climaxed, the feeling so intense, seemingly taking over his whole body.

"Did I make it up for last night?" She asked, holding his sweaty body close to her chest.

"For last night and every other night since I left." He nodded lazily, still unable to move.