"So, would you like something to drink?" Stevie asked, when Lindsey didn't immediately jump her bones once they returned to her room.
"Sure." Lindsey nodded with a shrug, he went to take a seat, while she opened the minibar. "I don't have a preference."
"Then we're going to take a shot of tequila for starters." Stevie said, approaching him with the small bottle in hand.
"Sounds good." Lindsey leaned back in his seat, spreading his legs wide apart. "Join me." He held out his hand for Stevie, but she didn't take it.
"First this." She shook her head and handed him a shot glass.
"What, you're nervous?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, to be completely honest with you, it has been a while for me." She might have met him just a few days ago, but she didn't find it embarrassing to admit it to him. "And I haven't been with anyone besides Dean for a long time. I know him." She shrugged. "I don't know you."
"You think, I'm some sort of a freak?" Lindsey laughed, wiping his mouth, he put the empty glass away. "I'm not." He answered without waiting for her response. "I like to take care of the woman I'm with, though." He said and asked for her hand again, she didn't reject him this time and he pulled her into his lap. "I can promise you that much."
Stevie's heart was already racing, his one hand on her thigh, his other easing the strap of her dress. He pressed his lips to her shoulder, slowly traveling up to her neck. She cocked her head to one side, giving him better access, she felt his tongue brush over her skin as he opened his mouth. She turned slightly, cupping his cheek, she leaned in to kiss him. All she could think about was what a great kisser he was, she didn't even realize how he managed to hike up her dress until he gripped her hips and made her straddle him.
Lindsey looked down at her creamy thighs now completely bare, he couldn't resist touching them. Stevie watched him, his eyes seemed to have turned a darker shade of blue. She shifted a little and he snapped back to the present moment, their eyes locked again.
"I'm going to put my mouth on every inch of your body." He said in a completely serious tone of voice. She parted her lips as if to say something, but nothing came out. "Take this off." He tugged at the material of her dress.
"Can't you do it?" She asked. "You promised, you would."
"I've changed my mind." He shook his head. "I want you to undress in front of me."
She couldn't find it in her to say, no. She just couldn't as she wonder, what he could convince her to do. A little unsure, she got up on her feet. She reached for the hem of her dress and lifted it up over her head, she dropped it on the floor. Standing in her matching lingerie, she didn't know, what to take off next.
"The bra." He told her, watching her carefully.
So, she did. She reached behind her back and unhooked the clasp, she tossed it at him, which made him laugh lightly and it helped ease her nervousness.
"Come back here." He demanded and she came to stand in between his legs.
He leaned forward and touched the back of her thighs, his hands slid up to her ass and he pulled her in closer. Given their prominent height difference, he didn't have to stand up to be able to wrap his lips around her nipple, while his fingers teased the other. She shut her eyes and sighed, but he didn't let her enjoy it for much longer. When he looked up at her, he could tell that she wasn't pleased. Not yet, anyway. With his eyes still on hers, he kissed in between her breasts then moved down her stomach, bringing his hands up to hook his thumbs around the waistband of her panties, he slowly pulled them down her legs. He drew back to look at her, making her self-conscious again, she tried to hide, but he didn't let her.
"You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of." He shook his head as his hand moved up her inner thigh...
