Stevie lay her hand over Lindsey's, stopping him. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, she pushed his hand away. "You're still fully dressed, it's not fair."
Lindsey leaned back in his seat, his arms spread along the back of the loveseat. "And what are you going to do about it?"
Stevie crawled into his lap again and he instantly tried to touch her, but she shook her finger at him. "Get rid of this." She showed to his blazer and it was soon tossed aside.
He sat, watching her slowly unbuttoning his shirt, his jaw clenched. She was completely naked, straddling him, he gulped. He knew, he had been in control up to this point, but he felt the power shift. He could have disobeyed and ran his fingers between her legs, but he waited. Her sudden confidence was a turn on.
She parted his shirt and brought her hand to his chest, she lightly dragged her nails down the middle of his stomach, he held his breath, she smirked. She then leaned in and kissed his neck, she moved to his collarbone, his chest. She kept going down until she had to move off him and onto her knees. He liked her in that position, but he doubted, she was going to give him that so easily. He didn't know if he was right or wrong yet, when she gripped his belt buckle and unfastened his belt. She popped the button open and as she lowered the zipper, he was sure, she pressed the back of her fingers against his erection on purpose.
"Stand up." She said, mimicking the demanding tone of his voice from just minutes ago.
So he did, his pants now loosely hanging around his hips. He looked down at her and she looked up at him, removing the rest of his clothes. She was tempting him with her slightly parted lips. If he had been with any other woman, he would have grabbed a fistful of her hair by now and asked to open her mouth. He didn't know why, but he couldn't do that. His touch was soft, when he gripped her chin, then ran his thumb along her bottom lip. Their eyes still locked, she brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around him. He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply as she stroked him gently.
"Don't do that." He asked, shaking his head weakly.
"Why not? You don't like it?" She asked, her hand still teasing him.
"I like it too much." He had to stop her. "I told you, I like to take care of the woman first." He reminded and pulled her up to her feet.
"Well, what's stopping you?" She pressed herself against him, her arms locked around his neck.
He used that to his advantage as he easily lifted her up into his arms and carried her straight to bed. He lay her down, her legs remained wrapped around his back. He kissed her and her hold on him loosened, allowing him to move down her body, keeping to his promise of having his mouth on every inch of her. He stopped, when his head was in between her legs and he pushed them wider apart. She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him.
"Lie down." He told her and she did, knowing that she was stupid to hope, he was going to give her what she wanted just like that.
She felt the pad of his thumb press against her clit, he began moving it in slow, steady circles. He moved it lower to coat it in her arousal before he returned to the previous spot, she let out a shaky breath. He carefully pushed one finger inside her, then added another. He titled his eyes up and saw her chest raising and falling a little faster now, making her cry out, when his tongue replaced his thumb. She grabbed onto the sheets with one hand, the other gripped his hair, he grinned as the tip of his tongue flicked swiftly against her.
"I'm- I'm going to, uh..." She sighed, her eyes shut tightly.
He didn't respond, he had no intention of stopping. It didn't take much longer until she trapped his head with her thighs, bucking under him as he refused to back off, though, his touch was much gentler now.
"I, uh..." She tried, breathing heavily. "I don't want to know, how many women you've done that to."
"I wasn't planning on telling you." He laughed, shaking his head. He moved to sit on his heels, enjoying watching her recover.
"Why didn't you let me go down on you earlier?" She asked, surprising him with that question.
"Because I didn't want you to feel like you had to." He shrugged, softly stroking her thighs. "It's much more enjoyable, when a woman wants to."
"I did." She said, brushing a strand of her hair away from her damp face.
"Well, we can arrange something later." He moved to hover above her, his hands pressed into the mattress. "Now though..." He gave her a quick peck on the lips and rolled out of bed.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" She frowned, lifting herself up on her elbows.
"I don't want any kids." He shrugged, picking up his pants off the floor.
"I'm on the pill." She shook her head. "Come back here."
So, he did, showing her to roll onto her front. "I want the perfect view of that perfect ass of yours."
She didn't argue, moving into position. She looked back over her shoulder and bit into her lip, seeing him giving himself a couple of strokes, before he thrust inside her without any warning.
"Fuck..." He groaned through gritted teeth.
She yelped as he gave her a harder slap than she was used to. He moved his hand up to her shoulder, the other remained holding onto her hip as he pulled in and out at a fast pace, The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed around the room.
Since their foreplay started a couple of nights ago, he knew, there was no way he was going to last. They did have the rest of the night, though, and he wasn't going to leave her after just one round...
