I've Loved You Ever Since

Part 20

"Since this is our first date, I'm supposed to bring you home now." Lindsey said. 

They'd been holding hands for no less than an hour as the radio played quietly and they looked over the city. Lindsey was falling for Stevie deeper and when she turned to him, he thought that her eyes reflected a fraction of the love he had for her.

"Or you could invite me to your place for a glass of wine." Stevie replied after a silent moment, she brushed her thumb over the back of his hand.

"I'm not sure I have any." Lindsey shook his head, wondering, how he didn't think of having a bottle waiting for them.

The corners of her mouth turned upwards slightly, she laughed lightly. "It's not about the wine, Linds."

"Oh." He chuckled, relieved. "Well, I wouldn't mind if our evening didn't end here."

So, they ended up at Lindsey's. Stevie was ready to tear his clothes off the second he closed the door behind him, but she didn't want him to think that she went out with him just because of that. Lindsey looked through his liquor cabinet, while Stevie made herself comfortable on the couch. He informed her that no, he didn't have any wine, she said, whatever he was having, was okay.

"Thank you." Stevie moved in closer as soon as Lindsey joined her. "For tonight. You really thought about it." She smiled up at him and kissed him lightly when he looked down at her. "You made me feel special."

"You are special." Lindsey put his arm around her. "If only you let me, I'll make you feel nothing but that."

Stevie lay her head on his chest, she draped her arm around his middle. "I wish, I would have seen you sooner. I would have saved myself a lot of heartache."

"You can never know, how things would have turned out." Lindsey shrugged. "You don't know, how things are going to turn out."

"True, but..." Stevie looked up. "I want to find out either way." Lindsey went quiet. Did he hear her correctly? What she said, did it mean to her the same as it did to him? "Are you going to say something or...?"

"I'm just a little speechless." Lindsey replied. "I've told you, I don't want you to feel pressured or-"

"Lindsey." Stevie interrupted him. She freed their hands and moved to sit in his lap. She cradled his face in her hands and smiled. "Do you think I've been spending all this time with you just because? Do you think that I don't want you to flirt with other women just because? Do you think I'm all over you every time we're alone, while risking our friendship, just because?"

"Honestly?" She nodded. "I don't know. I haven't even really thought about it, I just sort of went along with whatever you wanted."

"Well, then you're an idiot." Stevie shrugged, his mouth hung open. "A super cute, adorable, handsome, sexy idiot."

"Excuse me?" Lindsey scoffed, his fingers slipped into her hair. "You'll be sorry, you said that." 

She squealed, when instead of kissing, he started tickling her. She tried fighting him off, but his hands were everywhere at once and she only managed to get away from him by falling onto the couch on her side. Much to her surprise, he followed, turning her onto her back, he ended up between her legs, hovering above her. They didn't speak, she stared up at him, catching her breath until a smile crossed her face and she lifted her arms up, circling them around his neck.

"Hi." Stevie said.

"Hey." Lindsey replied and lowered himself to softly press their lips together. "You're so beautiful." He said, now nuzzling her neck.

Stevie kept him from going any lower, though. She held his face in her hands and he gave her a questioning look. In spite of everything she'd told him, she also knew that he hadn't completely gotten over the fact that they were definitely more than friends now. She appreciated that he was respectful and always let her take the lead, but she wanted more. God, she wanted so much more. 

Since Stevie hadn't said anything after pushing Lindsey away, he sat back on his heels, wondering if he'd just made things weird. Not for long, though. His lips parted a little and his breathing got heavier, when she began unbuttoning her blouse and revealed her black lace bralette, which he could see through. 

"Come back here." She held out her hand.

He gulped and took his previous position. They kissed, slowly exploring each other for a while, until she broke them apart and guided his mouth to her neck. She moaned at the feeling of his tongue as he left an open mouth kiss there, his hand traveled up her thigh and then her stomach, it stopped at her ribcage. He locked their eyes for a second as if asking for permission before his hand covered her breast and he squeezed, not too roughly, pinching her nipple as he pulled away. The simple move caused her to arch her back and in turn tighten his jeans. He planted small kisses along the edge of the bralette, he then tugged at it gently, so he wouldn't rip it apart, exposing her chest. She breathed out heavily, when his lips wrapped around a nipple, his tongue brushed over it a few time and he moved to the other side. 

Just as earlier, she pushed his head away and sat up. Now he'd definitely done it, he freaked her out. Or... maybe not? She shrugged off her blouse and crossed her arms to lift the bralette up over her head, both landed on the floor. Her hand on the nape of his neck, she pulled him down with her, kissing him a lot more passionately this time. 

"I want you." She repeated the same three words and he groaned, capturing her lips again. 

But his hands and, much to her disappointment, his mouth remained above the waist. She placed her hand on his lower back, pressing him against her just to get some sort of relief. 

"What's wrong?" She asked, when their lips separated, both breathing heavily. 

"Nothing." He shook his head. "Why?"

"I told you, I want you and..." She looked away, almost embarrassed. "You don't seem to-"

"Oh God, don't even think that." He cut her off. "I'm sure you can feel how badly I want you. But... I don't want to push you. I can wait. This is more than I ever thought-"

"Touch me." She demanded. 

"I-"

She lifted her hips up and hooked her thumb around the elastic waistband of her long black, flowing skirt, somehow managing to take it off without too much trouble with him holding himself up above her. He was fully clothed and she lay beneath him in just her underwear. He thought that it was possibly the sexiest sight he'd ever seen. Still, he didn't give in right away. Their lips were locked again, he teased her as he caressed her body everywhere but where she so desperately wanted him to. She blindly sought out his hand and brought it down in between them. His lips were suddenly unresponsive as she pushed his hand with her own in between her skin and the thin silk of her panties. 

"Fuck..." He whispered, feeling just how aroused she was.

Her small frame left enough space for him to roll onto his side as she sifted a little towards the edge. She pressed his middle finger and it brushed over her clit. He stared, completely mesmerized as she began stimulating herself with his hand. She soon felt him taking over and she withdrew her hand, spreading her legs wider. His fingers began exploring and whatever he was doing, she seemed to be enjoying. He dipped the tips of two of his fingers inside her, coating them, before he returned to the tiny nub and she let out a shaky breath, her eyes now tightly shut, mouth open. He was determined to do good and she had been sexually frustrated for a whole month. It didn't take long until her legs clamped around his hand and her body jerked, then again not as violently as he helped her ride out her orgasm.

"Fuck." She cursed, catching her breath. "That was..." She swallowed uneasily then wet her dry lips with her tongue. She turned her head slightly to look at him. "What else you've got in you?" She smirked. 

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AN: So, I'm wondering. Is it finally time to take things even further? Would you all hate me if this is where their night ended?