Buckingham Nicks-Part II of Fritz Series

Interlude

***A/N a quick smutty chapter to break away from some of the darker elements of this story. Hope you all don't mind 😉 obviously NSFW***

October 3rd 1971 (Lindsey's Birthday/Stevie and Lindsey's anniversary)

"Happy birthday baby..." arms snake around my neck, perfume and scented soap engulf my senses. Stevie's warmth spreading from her front to my back; she kisses the side of my neck, and my body reacts to her proximity the way it always does. My hands, however, remain where they are. One on the frets of my Gibson, the other on the strings. My body perched on the chair in my studio as I play through Dreams on my acoustic guitar trying to get it right, "I went to the lingerie shop last week..."

Stevie's hand creeps underneath the collar of my shirt rubbing my bare chest in circles "I can't wait to see it" my voice is weak, distant. Sara's going to spend the night with her Nana Buckingham, we dropped her off yesterday. Stevie was upset with the separation at first but mom reassured her that she was capable of taking care of a sixteen-month-old baby.

"I'm almost done in here...I'll be back inside in time to dress for our dinner reservation" she kisses me again, her lips lingering on my collar "Don't you want to kiss me properly?" I hold back an impatient sigh, as I turn around. I'm not trying to be petulant but I am right in the middle of a really difficult-- My jaw drops, she's completely naked save her jewelry and a pair of black stockings held up with lace garters and a pair of her platform ankle boots.

I've lost my train of thought, and she gently, but firmly, takes away my guitar placing it back in its stand next to me. "Stevie, oh babe" kneeling between my legs she kisses my inner thighs her lips searing my flesh underneath the fabric of my trousers. "Lean back". I comply, and she unbuckles my pants her fingers rubbing over the bulge near my zipper "Since we're not just celebrating our anniversary today, I figured I'd do something special for my birthday boy". My fingers curl gently through her hair; the sound of my zipper lowering the only audible noise I can focus on.

The fastening to my trousers is spread apart and she tugs at my pants and boxers, I raise myself from my chair and she pulls them all the way down to my ankles "Wanna touch you...", I'm pleading my voice hoarse as I rub her shoulders encouraging her to sit in my lap, she uses my thighs to push herself up kissing me on the mouth. Her tongue pushes at the seam of my lips and they part allowing her entry, our kiss deepening as she presses her bare breasts against my chest wantonly.

My arms encircle her waist and I pull her all the way up, my skin hot and overly sensitized. I kick my pants away from my ankles as her legs bracket either side of my lower body so that she can straddle me. This shirt has to go, and as if reading my mind, she slowly, painfully, takes each button from its eyelet pushing it over my shoulders. It drops to the ground in a soft hiss of fabric, forgotten.

Her hands run over her torso and my eyes watch as she cups her breasts, the dark red of her nail polish contrasting with the porcelain tone of her soft skin. I clench my fist around my cock stroking myself once than twice squeezing my base as I watch her. The sheer eroticism of a her pleasuring her body to arouse me makes me close my eyes a moan escaping my lips "Stephanie". Opening my eyes I watch as she flushes, her chest bright red her cheeks pink, her nipples hard and ripe like cherries.

Her fingers circle her stiff peaks, thumbing and gently pinching them. "You're so beautiful Stevie, so fucking beautiful. I love watching you touch yourself" one hand slides down her stomach, fingers teasing over the blond curls at her apex as they slide between her soft folds. Her eyes cloud over with desire as her mouth slackens, opening slightly as she begins to pant in earnest.

With eager hands, I grip her hips squeezing the cheeks of her behind firmly, she moans rocking forward as her hand continues to tease over her clit. I can't keep my eyes off her delicate fingers, the wetness of her center causing her hand to move faster between her legs. "Steph-make yourself come baby" she glances at me, her brown eyes turned obsidian from want.