Heartbroken

Wondering

"You are something else, Steph." Lindsey said, when he caught up with her. "Where is that confidence oozing from?"

"You gave me that confidence, because you're right, I shouldn't care what other people think about me, your opinion is the only that matters. And if you say you love me the way I am, then that's great."

"I do love you."

"Good, now come upstairs!"

"I love you so much!" He added, laughing as she practically made him sprint to their bedroom.

"So..." Stevie took Lindsey's hands in hers as they already had started wandering. "You had your rules out there, I'll have my rules here too."

"I'm all ears." 

She walked him backwards to the edge of the bed, pushing at his shoulders into a sitting position. "You keep your hands to yourself unless I ask you not to, got it?"

"But..."

"Got it?"

"Fine."

"I'll do what I want with you and you're not going to whine about it."

"What's gotten into you?"

"Nothing. Yet..." She smirked, as he swallowed hard, unsure if she was really the woman he thought she was.

She crawled into his lap, bringing her hands to his face, as she gave him small kisses on the lips, a few of which he tried to deepen but she wouldn't let him. She was rolling her hips against him, just barely, completely naked, while he wasn't yet and he desperately craved to feel her. 

"You make it easy, in the still of the night..." She sang, her hot breath tickling the side of his face. 

She turned around, her back pressing against his chest, as she leaned into him, spreading her legs, knowing he wanted to look and touch, and taste, and make her come, but not yet. She took his hands in each of hers again, slowly running them over her chest. She broke the contact again, biting her lip as she herself pulled at her breasts, pinching her hardened peaks with her pointing and middle fingers, aware that he could see perfectly what she was doing.

"You can touch me." 

"Where?"

"Smart." She turned her head to look at him. "Replace my hands with yours and then I'll guide you." Something about being completely obedient was a massive turn on for him, so much so that it had begun to hurt. "Lower." She said, once he touched her. His hand trailed down her stomach, stopping. "Lower." She repeated and felt his middle finger slide in between her slit. "Right there..." She didn't forget saying this was all about him, but she also knew him and what an ego boost it was, when he made her putty in his hands.

She eventually made him stop, finding some inhumane strength inside her to do so. She stood up and told him to lay down on his back. At last, she freed him of the confines of his shorts, shamelessly looking over his naked body. He was in such a great shape still, she could almost envy him. She straddled him, sitting on his knees as she took his length in her hand, stroking him. 

"That looks painful. I think I should take care of it, don't you?" She spoke, licking her lips and he just nodded. 

She parted his legs, settling in between as she bent down and left a long wet trail with her tongue from the base to to the tip. She closed her lips around the head, swirling her tongue. Slowly, she took him fully into her mouth, and then up again and pulled away, repeating the actions several times. She took him in her hand, adding to the sensation her talented mouth was giving to him already. She felt his hands in her hair, urging her, letting her know he was almost there. 

She drew back and he grunted, disapprovingly, but she warned him quickly. "Don't open your eyes until I tell you."

He felt her warm mouth around him again, making him tense up and relax all at once. She didn't continue for long, this time the loss of contact longer. But now he groaned, breathing heavily, as she guided him into her, her tightness enough to make him orgasm already. She began lifting her hips up and thrusting down, up and down again, both of them close as it was.

"You can look at me now. And touch me... Please, touch me..." 

He wasn't sure where, his hands everywhere at the same time. She leaned forward a little, pressing her palms into the mattress as she started riding him the way neither of them had experienced it in a long time. She was right, having sex for a release and making love to the person you're in love were two completely different things. 

She cocked her head back, her long blond hair tickling his thighs, as her fingers twisted into it, his hands gripping her sides tightly to help her balance. Their rhythm was falling apart, his body was tense and hers was jerky, both holding back for as long as they could. She let go first, using the last bit of strength remaining to push him over as well. 

She fell on his chest, his arms around her as they lay together like that, catching their breaths. "I almost forgot sex could be this fantastic. I was missing out for those three years."

"Hey!"

She chuckled, pressing a kiss to his chest. "Kidding. Nobody ever made me feel like this. It's so different with you, it's not just satisfying bodily needs. It feels like..." She started laughing before she finished speaking. 

"Like what?"

"Like my soul has an orgasm too."

"You are a poet!" Lindsey laughed, taking her face in his hands and left a lingering kiss on her lips. 

"I don't know how else to put it." She lay down on her side and he did too, as they spent a moment in silence, just looking at each other.

"Marry me."

"You're mad."

"I'm not saying let's get married in a month, no. But I want you to know that I'm serious and I want you to be my wife. Again."

"I don't know if that's the right thing to do, Lindsey."

"You have all the time in the world to think about it." He cuddled her closer against himself and kissed her. "I'm just... putting it out there."

"Okay." She smiled a little, glad he dropped it so quickly. "Can we sleep now?"

"Oh, did I tire you out?"

"I'm surprised you have to ask." She gave him a kiss too, snuggling into his chest. "Goodnight."

"Night, baby." 

He might not have pushed it, trying to get the answer right now, but her reaction or more lack thereof, left him wondering...