"Yeah?" I asked, ducking my head to taste her skin again. "This is good?"
"Amazing," she breathed, roping her arm around my waist.
Her backside connected with my crotch as she pulled me closer. There was no way she could ignore the erection lengthening under my trousers. "Is this hard enough?" I asked, my thumb digging into the knots along her shoulder blade. "Or can you take it harder, Stella?"
"I can take it," she said, a laugh ringing in her words. "Trust me, I can take it."
We stayed there, her ripe backside nestled right up against my cock as I smoothed out her kinks and dotted kisses over her skin. We didn't say anything and there was no need. We were alone, once again the only two people in the world. This was where we were at our best—when reality fell to the shadows and our only obligations were to each other.
She shifted her hand to catch hold of my belt, twining her fingers around the leather at my hip. Jerking me even closer. "I need something to do," she whispered.
"Right now?" I asked, my teeth grazing the back of her neck, just below her hairline. "Or in some larger context?"
"Right now," she replied. "I'm just standing here, doing nothing, while you're busy untangling my stress."
"No, sweet thing, you're rubbing your ass all over my cock. You're quite busy," I said.
"This is good?" she asked, feeding my words back to her.
"Amazing." I groaned into her neck as the roll and slide of her hips increased, and I was nearly convinced that I needed to mark her. Bite, suck, anything. But then better options took over.
"I'm not sure how you knew I needed this but thank you," she said, her head lazing to one side. "Today has been a thousand times more stressful than I'd expected and you really know how to use those hands."
I kissed her again, right at the spot where her shoulder started and her neck ended. "Would you like me to do that? Use my hands?" I asked against her skin.
She nodded, dropped her mobile phone to the floor. It clattered against the hardwood, landing faceup. "Yes, please."
On a different night, things would've been different. I wouldn't have cornered her in an empty bedroom. I wouldn't have initiated this at Acevedo's house, where I had no guarantee of extended privacy. And I wouldn't have done this without a bed.
But I had tonight and Alex's words whipping the back of my mind and Stella in my arms. This was my night and I wasn't passing it up.
I ran my palm down her flank, over her hip, to her thigh. I gripped her dress, bunching it in my fist and yanking it to her waist. "Tell me again," I ordered.
She knew what I wanted. She didn't need any explanation.
"Yes, please," she repeated.
I growled in agreement as I pushed my hand under her panties. For a second, I thought about taking it slow, petting her, making her ache and want the way I did. But then I found her wet and swollen and I couldn't help but head straight for her clit. I'd succeeded in getting her there before and I meant to do it again. Fast and hard, and this time, we'd make it to the second act.
Two fingers circled her clit as I kissed her neck. "You need this," I whispered. "Don't you, sweet thing?"
"So much," she said through a groan. "It has been—oh, fuck, keep doing that."
I almost stopped if for no other reason other than determining how long it had been for her. Almost. I wanted to know who touched her like this, but more than that, I wanted to keep doing it. I wasn't going to deny her this pleasure because I needed some info. "It's not the same. Not the same as your toys, your fingers. It's not what you need."
Her head lolled against my shoulder as she said, "Not even close."
I pushed my foot against hers, widening her stance. "You need this." But I was a weak, weak man and she was so damn close to coming apart in my hands. I continued, "How long has it been, Stel? When was the last time someone made you feel good?"
"You know how long it's been." A quiet shriek burst from her throat and I felt a new rush of wet on my fingers. The sound of her arousal and my hand was obscene. If someone walked in here now, they'd know what we were doing even with my body sheltering hers.
"I don't, I don't," I repeated. Her body shuddered as I circled her clit, pushed my fingers inside her. She held back, doing everything in her power to resist. And I did everything in my power to send her flying over the edge. "How long? Tell me how bad you need this."
"The door," she cried, slapping her palms against my legs. "The door. Your apartment. The door."
"Because you belong to me," I said, dragging my teeth over her neck. I pressed, just enough for her to feel me there. And she broke like a wave hitting the shore. I kept up the pressure between her legs, stroking and circling as she trembled in my arms.
But that didn't last long. She swatted my hands away, stepped out of my hold, turned to face me. "Your turn," she announced. "It's your turn now. Okay?"
