I've Loved You Ever Since

Part 29

Stevie slowly opened her eyes, the room was completely dark. She stretched and moved to sit up, she noticed dim light coming from underneath the closed door. Her phone was by the bedside lamp that she switched on, she grab it to check the time.

"Jesus." She said to herself, realizing that she napped for much longer than she'd intended to. 

Stevie kicked the covers off and rolled out of bed. She walked out of the bedroom and followed the faint sound of the TV in the living room. Lindsey turned to look at her and smiled, opening his arm for her to cuddle up to his side. However, she remained standing where she was, her eyes fixed on a bouquet of flowers, already in water, two glasses next to a bottle of wine and a platter of some of her favorite snacks.

"What's all this?" Stevie asked as she joined Lindsey.

"It's nothing." He shrugged, putting his arm around her, he kissed her hair. 

Stevie frowned, thinking hard. "It's not my birthday. It's not your birthday." She shook her head. "It's not Valentine's Day. It's-"

"It's been one year since our first date." Lindsey told her and her eyes grew wide. "It's okay."

"No, I completely forgot!"

"Stevie, it's okay, really." He assured, gently cupping her cheek to press a kiss to her lips. "It's not even that important, I just..." He trailed off, shrugging his shoulders again.

"It's absolutely important." Stevie disagreed. "And you let me sleep through such a special day?"

"You were tired." Lindsey smiled weakly, pulling her in closer again. "Don't worry about it."

"You're so sweet." Stevie touched the side of his face, making him look down at her. "This means a lot to me."

"You mean a lot to me." He said, pressing their lips together.

She didn't let him get away that easily. Her hand on the back of his neck, she pushed him closer, parting her lips to kiss him properly. There was no hesitation on his part, with his arm still around her he helped her into his lap. She reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it up to get rid of it. This part of the night was supposed to happen later, but he was powerless to resist her. He removed her tank top, revealing her bare chest. She sighed, slipping her fingers into his hair as he attached his mouth to her breasts. His hands moved to her ass, pressing her lower half against himself when she started grinding her hips. 

"Take these off." He ordered, snapping the waistband of her cotton shorts.

She didn't need to be told twice as she got off him and wiggled out of her remaining clothes while he kicked off his sweatpants. Her gaze shifted to his hand, wrapped around his erection, his other hand held out for her as an invitation. It was such a turn on how quickly he always got turned on by her. 

"Are you just gonna stare?" He asked, eyebrow raised. 

"Maybe." She smirked

He shook his head, rising to his feet. "No, you're not."

He towered over her, taking her face in his hands to kiss her. She stood on her tiptoes, arms locked around his neck, which made it easy for him to lift her up. Her legs wrapped around him as he carried her to the bedroom and dropped her onto the bed. He followed her as she scooted up to the headboard and lowered himself down between her thighs, the tip of his dick brushed over her center, making her moan.

"So impatient." He half smiled, planting a kiss here and there on her neck, chest and shoulders.

She grabbed his face so he would look up. "Fuck me."

As soon as those words left her mouth, he pushed inside her. Disobeying her order, he thrust his hips forward, filling her up, then pulled out slowly, repeating the pattern several more times. She tried making him move faster, but he ignored her, continuing on at a slow pace until he slipped out completely and she whined in frustration. She propped herself up on her elbows as she watched him sitting back on his heels. Confused, she looked at him, his eyes everywhere but her face. His hand gravitated to his dick and he started stroking himself, telling her to pleasure herself as well.

"What?" She asked, embarrassed just by the thought of it. She'd done it before of course, but not right in front of him while he watched.

"Touch yourself." He repeated. "It's so fucking hot when you do it, but I never get to see while I'm on top of you."

She gulped lying flat on her back again. Tentative, she spread her legs a bit wider as her hand slowly traveled down her own body. A soft sigh passed through her lips as she pressed the pad of her middle finger against her clit, he groaned as it began moving in steady circles. He cursed, when she added another finger and pushed them inside herself to wet them before returning to the previous spot, she picked up pace. Mesmerized, he stared at the sight in front of him, his own hand going up and down faster. He knew the signs, though. Her hips raised off the bed slightly, her mouth agape, eyes firmly shut. She heard him shuffling around, but she didn't care enough about what he was doing right now to look. And then she moaned deeply as he entered her again.

"Don't stop." He whispered.

The only sound in the room was skin slapping against skin as he pounded into her, his forehead pressed to her collarbone, droplets of sweat already rolling down his face.

"I'm s-so close..." She let him know, her hand barely moving as she gripped him tighter with her legs, pushing him as close as possible.

"Come for me, baby. You're so fucking beautiful when you come." He placed his hands by her sides, lifting himself up to watch as her hand finally stilled and she arched her back, her mouth formed into a perfect 'o'.

He slowed down a little, while she came down, he waited for her face and body to relax, then resumed with his previous rhythm until he collapsed on top of her, repeating a strangled version of her name.

"Happy one year anniversary since our first date." She said and felt him smiling against her chest.

"Happy one year anniversary since out first date." He echoed with a heavy, content sigh.