Where I Belong

Part 16

"I don't think that I'd be wrong in assuming that you feel the same." Lindsey pulled his hand away from her face and let it rest in her lap, his fingertips just barely grazing her exposed legs. "You were pretty direct in those texts." He gave her a pointed look. 

"You would have preferred if I had made you decipher my thoughts?" Stevie asked, eyebrow raised.

"God, no." Lindsey shook his head. "I've been deciphering your thoughts for the past, what, 40 years?"

Stevie laughed, laying her hand over his, keeping it from sneaking up higher. "Maybe 39." She joked, then shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know what I want. I do know that it's you in some way."

"Well, that's progress." Lindsey laughed it off, having hoped for a more serious answer.

Stevie moved from her spot to straddle him, she leaned in closer and wrapped her arms around his neck, his circled her waist. "It's a lot more than I could have admitted to the past several years."

"Oh, so every single time we saw each other during the past several years, you wanted me. Is that what you're saying?" Lindsey teased, his hands now sliding up and down her back. 

"You're so fucking annoying." Stevie put her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself back. 

"I might be annoying, but I'm the only one, who's capable of making you come nowadays, so-"

"Oh my God!" Stevie exclaimed, covering his mouth with her palm. "You're not the only one, but... you're the best at it, I'll give you that." She felt a grin spreading across his face. 

Lindsey wrapped his fingers around her wrist and pulled her hand away. "Would it make you feel less embarrassed if I told you that I fantasize about you?"

"While doing what?" Stevie drifted in closer again.

"You know." Lindsey shrugged, he didn't see the point in elaborating. "Take this off." He ordered out of nowhere, already pushing her robe off her shoulders. "I want to look at you."

"Mmm, you know that's not how it works." Stevie reminded him, shaking her head, but she let the material slip down anyway.

"The way you see your body and the way I see it-" Lindsey gripped her hips and moved her closer against himself. "Completely different."

"You're crazy." 

He nodded. "Crazy about you." His fingers tangled in her hair and he guide her mouth to his.

The kiss started out slow. They lingered for a moment after their lips touched, then a few soft pecks followed before he kept her in place, opening his mouth just a little to envelope her bottom lip, he bit her gently, pulling back only slightly, knowing that she'd come back for more. She held his face in her hands so he couldn't get away again and leaned in. She brushed her tongue over his and felt his fingers pressing into her flesh as his hold on her tightened. Then she separated them and threw her head back so he could attach his mouth to her neck, his hands sliding along her thighs and under her nightie.

"Tell me what you want." He asked in between kissing and licking her skin. 

"Touch me." She wasn't playing around this time.

She felt the pad of his thumb press against her, he moved it in slow circles first before pushing her panties aside and doing the same motion, now without any barriers, and she bucked forward, but he put his other hand on her stomach, stopping her from falling on him, forcing her to lean back a little and grab onto his knees to support herself. She hung her head back, her breathing heavy, chest raising and falling faster with each swipe of his finger. He knew that she couldn't have been comfortable in a position like that, but he also knew her body, it wasn't going to take much longer and he selfishly enjoyed the view too much to change anything, he'd be more than glad to give her a massage later. She couldn't see him, but the sound of him lowering his zipper made her moan, imagining how good it would feel if he just pushed himself inside her. The thought alone sped things up greatly and soon enough she was left breathless, twitching involuntarily as he continued, though, his movements were much lighter now.

He reached for her hand and pulled her up into a sitting position. She wanted to slap that smug grin off his face, but she could barely move, let alone be violent. 

"I hate you, I really do." She said, resting against him, he couldn't help but laugh at her statement. "40 fucking years and you can still do that to me."

"I thought it was 39."

She slapped his arm weakly, chuckling lightly. They stayed like that for a few minutes until she regained her strength and finally managed to get off of him. Without a word, she took him by the hand and walked out of the room. 

"Hmm... maybe I could help you with that." She said, once they were in her bedroom, eyes locked as she dipped her hand into his boxers and wrapped it around his length. 

He closed his eyes and breathed out deeply. Allowing himself a moment to enjoy her touch, he pushed his jeans down along with his boxers, giving her all the freedom to do whatever she pleased. Even though they hadn't been intimate for a long time, he didn't have to guide her, she just knew and it was a big part of why they had always been so good together, coming back for more time and time again. 

"Stop." He somehow managed to utter. "Please, I-I- fuck..." He sucked in a breath, his teeth gritted. "Not like this." He shook his head, covering her hand with his own.

"Like what then?" She looked too innocent, asking that, while already knowing the answer.

He got rid of his clothes in about two second and moved on to taking off her nightie. He pulled her in for a kiss, walking her backwards towards the bed at the same time. They separated long enough for them to get onto it, he then captured her lips again, kissing her hungrily, while nudging her legs apart with his knee. He didn't have to worry about her being ready for him, still he caressed all the spots that never failed to get a reaction from her, planting kisses everywhere he could reach. She gasped, when he entered her unexpectedly, he gave her a minute to adjust. Once she was visibly relaxed, he thrust his hips forward again, disappearing fully inside her. He started building a rhythm and soon she was meeting his every move, her nails digging into his back...

Oh how wrong they were, what a huge mistake they'd made. There was no way they could stay away from each other now.