She tasted of the whisky we’d drank, her lips soft, her mouth demanding. The kiss lacked finesse but no one was scoring it based on that. She pulled at my shirt, loosening it from my trousers, her hands undoing my belt buckle. Then she was touching my chest, sliding upward across skin that hadn’t been touched like this in so long.
My kisses were greedy, desperate to not give her any reason to stop. It wasn’t that it had been too long – although it had – it was her, this woman who was so full of energy and wit and intelligence.
And understanding.
The lift gave a concerning jolt and came to a stop, the lights flickering off and a dim emergency light coming on with a buzz.
“You’re not going to panic on me, are you, Callaghan?” Marie started to undo more of my shirt buttons.
“I think we should distract ourselves.”
“We should press the emergency button.”
Neither of us did because our hands we already occupied, mine exploring the tits that had tortured me all day, undoing the buttons on her top and finding a bra with a front clasp. I undid it smoothly, which would be a cause for celebration later, and then my mouth was on her neck, kissing and nibbling on soft skin down to her breasts, while my hand explored between her legs, pushing her skirt round her hips so I could cup her sex, feeling the warmth and her dampness seep through the lacey material.
A moan from her told me I was doing good.
“What happens when the power comes back on?” I asked quietly.
“We stop any chance of being arrested and leg it to your roo – oh, fuck, that feels good.” Her head tipped back, eyes closed.
My fingers were toying with her clit, then teasing at her entrance, enough to make her hips buck, trying to urge me on.
“Patience is a virtue.” I licked one of her nipples, wondering how long I could be patient for.
"Patience is overrated." She threaded her fingers through my hair. “Not to put you under any pressure, but I need at least half a dozen orgasms.”
“Just a reminder that we’re in a lift which could start up any second.” I dropped down to my knees, hooking my arms under her so I could grasp her bottom with my hands. “Be a good girl and keep the noise down.”
MEMORY FIVE
MARIE
“Be a good girl and keep the noise down.”
I nearly came just hearing those words. Second child. Eldest daughter. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like the praise. Hearing it from Grant’s mouth while he was on his knees in front of me, his breath heating just the right spot was another high I didn’t know existed until now.
He looked dishevelled, his hair mussed and out of place, his shirt undone, belt hanging off, but that wasn’t what was the focus of my attention. That was on what Grant’s tongue was doing between my legs.
It took skill. I’d learned this years ago. Not all men were created equal in the tongue department. One ex-lover made me question whether he’d encouraged his dog to participate, so enthusiastic was the licking. I’d wondered if another had been deprived of lollipops and popsicles as a child as he’d seemed to think that making his tongue as thin as possible and being as soft as possible was the right way to go.
Grant had it down to a fine art and it’d been a long time. In my defence, I’d lost track of the number of months since I’d had an orgasm at the hand – or mouth – of anyone else.
I toyed with my nipple, pinching at it. Grant must’ve had an eye on what I was doing as he gave a groan that vibrated right through my centre and tipped me over that delicious edge into a long-awaited orgasm. My body clenched at the same time lights flickered back on and a motor sounded. The lift jerked, my orgasm subsided and we were back in motion.
Grant stood up, wiping his mouth on his shirt sleeve, which shouldn’t have been hot but it was. He had hold of my panties, which he tucked into his pocket, grinning at me.
“You won’t need these until morning.”
My vagina clenched again. I quickly did up my bra, laughing at Grant’s expression. “You’ll see them again in a minute.”
“Good. I haven’t spent enough time with them yet.” His eyes stayed on them, unashamedly appreciating them.
“I like having them played with.” May as well be honest.
His grin was dirty and hot enough to incinerate my underwear in his pocket. “I’m going to be thinking of that every time I look at you tomorrow.”
“I’ll wear something extra low cut just for you.”
