I've Loved You Ever Since

Part 22

AN: An interlude before the grand finale! Sorry ♥

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They lay together, sipping on their earlier abandoned drinks. Lindsey was still in his jeans, while Stevie hadn't even thought of covering herself up. He appreciated, how comfortable she felt around him, her naked body pressed to his side. Determined to show her that he wasn't some animal, he slowed things down for a bit. She must have still been pretty sensitive and he too needed for the tightens of his jeans to ease up. He was convinced that if she had done as little as lay her hand on him anywhere below his neck, he'd just explode then and there.

"This is an interesting turn of events." Stevie said, lying on her back, her head on his chest.

Lindsey laughed at that, shrugging his shoulders. "I didn't hear a single complaint."

"Mmm, no complaints." She looked up with a lazy smile. "It's been a while since I've trapped a man's head in between my legs."

"Thank you?" He half-asked, laughing again. 

"No, I'm serious." Stevie moved up a little, his arm wrapped around her back and his hand settled on her hip. "That... was something else. All the men I've been with, it's like a chore to them, you know? I want my dick sucked-" Lindsey nearly choked on his drink. "So I guess, I'll go down on you for a two sloppy minutes of-" She waved her hand around, searching for the right word in her mind. "I don't know, what to call it, but it's rarely ever good."

"Well, I think, it's only fair." Lindsey shrugged. "If I want to receive, why wouldn't I give?" 

Stevie went quiet for a moment. She kept her eyes on his face as he looked back at her, she smiled to herself, running her fingers through his now messy curls. "You seem to have a lot of practice."

"Or I'm a quick learner." Lindsey slid his hand in her hair and pushed her closer to kiss. "The idea of me with other women really bothers you, huh?" He then added. "In any context."

"Maybe..." Stevie trailed off.

"You don't have to be jealous." He shook his head. "You've owned my heart since my early 20's and I'm an old man now." She chuckled, cupping his cheek, she pressed a kiss to his lips. 

"What does that make me?" Stevie emphasized. "I'm older than you."

"You're one year older than me." Lindsey pointed out. 

Stevie sighed, moving down the bed to lie down again. "Do you regret the past few weeks? Do you regret tonight?" She asked, turning on her side, she draped her leg over his. "Am I all you ever imagined me to be without the dark makeup, straightened hair and designer clothes?"

Lindsey frowned, he picked up on a note of something he didn't like in her voice. He sat up a little to put away his drink and scooted down the bed so they were face to face. "What's going on?"

"Nothing, just..." Stevie shrugged weakly. "You've had this idea of me for such a long time. Feelings can easily cloud your-"

"Stevie." Lindsey interrupted her. "Come on."

"No, seriously." She stopped him. "Fantasies rarely match with reality. I would hate it if now that, well..." She squeezed out a shy smile. "You've seen me naked and heard all the sounds I make-" She felt embarrassed as she reached for a pillow to bury her face in. "Maybe you don't like any of it."

Lindsey rolled his eyes just because she couldn't see, not at her, but at the absurdity of what she was saying. He moved the pillow away from her face. "You're crazy, you know that? There's not a single thing that I don't like about your body. And the sounds you make? Music to my ears." She blushed, lowering her eyes. "Look at you." He grinned. "If only people knew-"

"No, people will not know!" Stevie shook her head, laughing. 

"Wanna know something else?" Lindsey touched the side of her face with his palm and drew her in closer. "You're fucking gorgeous, when you come." His words sent a shockwave straight to her core and she was ready to pounce, but he kept her in place. "And I'm gonna make you come again." His expression so serious, his eyes suddenly dark blue as they stared into hers.