Voice in the Thunder

11

I hear the balcony door slide open, and smile at Stevie when she hands me a cup of tea.

"Thanks."

She sits beside me on the wicker couch, resting her feet on the small table in front of us. Layla is sleeping in her bassinet in the living room of the suite, having exhausted herself after her tantrum in the bathtub earlier.

I watch the sky, noticing a few stars. We're far enough away from downtown to escape the noise. I set my mug down on the table, turning and looking at Stevie. She's staring at the lights reflecting on the river, her thumb absently stroking my ankle. I scoot closer, wrapping my arm around her shoulders and leaning my head against hers.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask.

"I'm trying to calculate how many takes Lindsey will want to do tomorrow," She sighs, rolling her eyes. She leans her head back against the top of the cushions, and I nuzzle against her neck, pressing light kisses under her jaw. She relaxes against the couch further, her hand gently coming to the back of my head.

"Inside?" I ask, looking up at her as I kiss down her throat. She nods, practically dragging me into the room. I close the bedroom door, dropping my robe from my shoulders instantly.

"You planned this, didn't you?" She asks, her eyes scanning my lingerie clad body. I shrug nonchalantly, reaching for the sash of her robe. She lets it slide off her shoulders, and I see her wearing a red silk nightgown.

"I think you knew this was happening tonight," I observe, walking her backwards until she sits on the bed.

"I might have," She smirks, running her finger across my lace covered breasts. I straddle her, capturing her lips with mine the second I'm settled in her lap. I moan when her hand moves to my ass, pulling me closer.

"It's been a long time for me," I mutter, her hands feeling like they're everywhere all at once.

"Me too," She pants, attacking my neck with light kisses. I arch towards her, drawing a moan from her when I slip my thigh between her legs. I slide my hands up her back, pushing her nightgown up as I lay her down. She locks her arms around my neck, her grip on my hair tight as she kisses me. It's frenzied and almost desperate. We both need this.

I brush her hair back from her face, cupping her face in my hand when she slips her tongue into my mouth.

"Touch me, Alina," She pants, her eyes fluttering closed "Please."

I start slow, easing the straps of her nightgown down to expose her chest. I trail wet kisses down her throat, kissing across both of her breasts before pulling her nipple into my mouth. She arches towards me, letting out a contented hum. My hand covers her other breast, squeezing.

"God," She breathes, sucking in a harsh breath when I move to her other breast. I suck hard, swirling my tongue over her hardened nipple. She lets out a low moan, working her nightgown down her hips until she's naked. I pull back, and she scoots up the bed until her head is on the pillow. I resume my position on top of her, kissing down her stomach. I hook one of her legs over my shoulder, turning my head to suck harshly at the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I look up to see her watching me through half open eyes. Her breath is coming in shallow gasps, her chest and face blushing and covered in a thin sheen of sweat.

"Ali," She gasps when my tongue meets her center, my tongue circling her clit. I plunge my finger into her, moaning at the way she feels around it.

"Faster," She cries, and I comply happily. I add a second finger, feeling her arousal already dripping down my chin. She tastes so good, I almost feel drunk off her. I flick my tongue rapidly over her clit, my eyes looking up once again. Her back is arched, one hand tangled in the sheets, the other gripping my hair. Her mouth is open and she's making sounds that are absolutely pornographic. She's close. I can tell by the shallow gasps and high pitched moans.

I speed up both my fingers and my tongue, doing my best to push her over the edge. She stills, her thighs clamping around my head. I slow my fingers, my tongue still working as she slowly comes down. I'm not about to let her be done. Her hips buck, a strangled cry ripping out of her throat as she comes again, harder this time.

"Ali, baby, oh my God. Yes!" She cries. I pull my fingers out, slowing the strokes of my tongue to a more relaxed pace. Her body is humming, her back arching as both her hands disappear into my hair.

"Yes, yes," She gasps, her hips thrusting against my face. She wants me to speed up, but I'm not going to. I slide one hand up her stomach, her hand covering mine as I squeeze her breast. She's making noises I've never heard from her before, turning me on to no end. Her gasps are quick, sounding almost like they're getting stuck in her throat. A string of curses and obscenities leave her mouth as she comes for a third time, pushing my head away.

I lean my head on her thigh, scratching my nails lightly over her stomach. Her entire body is shaking, one hand buried in her hair, the other still gripping the pillow. She can't catch her breath. Slowly, she comes down, her legs and stomach twitching occasionally.

I move up, laying beside her, lacing my fingers through hers. She glances over at me, her cheeks flushed a bright red. She pulls me against her, cradling my head to her chest. I can hear her heart thumping wildly against her rib cage, my fingers trailing over her side.

"Fuck," She says breathlessly, making me giggle. I look up, propping myself up on my elbow. I lean down to kiss her, letting her taste herself on my lips. "I don't think I can move."

I laugh, letting her roll over so she's on top.

"Get naked," She orders, letting me sit up so I can take my bra off. She slides my lacy thong off, throwing it over her shoulder. I giggle when she kisses my neck, her hair tickling my stomach.

She wastes no time, her mouth all over me. My eyes practically roll to the back of my head when she puts her mouth on me, arching towards her immediately.

"Stevie," I pant, letting her pin my hands to my sides. She laces our fingers together, effectively keeping me in place. I'm writing beneath her in a matter of minutes. How the hell she can do that so good amazes me.

She coaxes four orgasms out of me before I have to push her away, too sensitive to even think about her hot mouth again.

"So good, babe," I pant when she lays on me, her head in the crook of my neck. I'm trembling.

She kisses up my neck to my lips, pulling back to place a gentle kiss on my forehead.

"Beautiful girl," She hums, tracing her finger over my collarbone. I close my eyes, finally catching my breath. She brushes my hair away from my neck, where it's clinging to my skin with sweat. "Can you tell I needed that?"

"Uh-huh," I nod, my brain flooded with oxytocin to the point where I can hardly form a coherent thought. The only thing I can feel is my twitching abdomen and thighs and her nails scratching lightly over my stomach. She's trying to ground me, but I'm so high off of her I don't think I'll ever come down.

I feel her pepper light kisses across my face, on my eyelids and the tip of my nose before she captures my lips. I wrap one limp arm around her waist, my eyes still closed as we kiss. I hum softly when she flicks her tongue over my bottom lip, opening my mouth and surrendering to her.

We're lost in our kisses for what feels like hours. I'm floating, the only grounding thing I feel is the weight of her body on top of mine.

"I love you," I say when she pulls back, opening my eyes just enough to see her. She smiles, pulling the blankets up over us.

"I love you too, my pretty girl."

I melt. I love when she calls me that, it's probably my favorite thing in the world. I'm practically purring as I curl up against her, her arms circling my waist and her forehead nuzzling between my shoulder blades. I shiver when she presses a light kiss to my spine, shooting her a look over my shoulder.

"Stevie, I can't."

"I'm not trying to start anything," She assures, pressing herself closer to my back.

"Okay," I giggle, letting her trace absent shapes on my side. She's everything.