Driftwood 10
Title: Driftwood (10/?)
Pairings/Characters: Stephen/Other
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Graphic sex
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
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When he took a step back, he noticed immediately that I was quickly and surreptitiously as possible wiping away the wet marks on my face.
We were still standing closely in the hallway. I felt embarrassed, shakey, excited, and I mostly just wanted a moment of air outside of this hallway, whose walls felt like they were closing in. I went to take a step towards the door, the key in my hand, when his hand caught my arm under my elbow with one hand, and nudged my face up towards his with his other, a gentle push under my chin.
He frowned at me, the hand on my face smudging away a wet spot on my cheek, with a murmured "What's this? Don't cry." I smiled begrudgingly at him, touched his sweetness, caught in his eyes and flustered. Then was smiling at me, a flash of concern on his brow but mostly smiling. "Was the kiss that bad? I know I'm out of practice, but really?"
I couldn't help but laugh, an awkward breathy laugh that broke the tension, wiping off under my eyes with my fingertips. "You know how good that kiss was," I said, pushing him teasingly away from me so I could get to the door. He smiled at me and took a step back, hands in his suit pocket, and let me unlock the room.
It was dark inside, and as I went through flipping on lights, I could see it is a nice room. Beautiful view through the window once I pulled the heavy light blocking curtains across. The bed was king sized, and plush with white pillows, the rest of the room done in dark browns and mahogany. There was a small entry way that had a round table with flowers upon it. My suitcase and laptop bag were set neatly near the dresser, brought up by the front desk when I checked in early. The door closed behind me with a click, and I heard Stephen push the slide lock across. I swallowed at the intimate sounding click.
I turned and found him in the bedroom, staring out the window. I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath, steadying my racing heart.
"So, hi there." I said coyly.
He turned to smile at me, and I got a chance to see him completely in the lamplight. His hands were tucked into his suit pockets, his blue tie pulled loosely out, his dress shit unbutton by one. His hair was ruffled, and he wasn't wearing glasses. His head was cocked and he was regarding me with very attractive smirk. I couldn't believe he was standing here in front of me. All those months of hearing only his voice, or seeing only a flattened image of him on a screen, it was almost disorientating how very *there* he was. He looked much different than I remember, but he was cleaned up. And he could clean up quite nice. I wanted him.
"Hello to you too." He said, with a grin, equally coyly.
"Fancy seeing you here."
"Oh, I know, what a coincidence, I was just waiting for this beautiful brunette to come by..." He gestured with his hand, rolling it out. I flushed at his compliment.
"You were? Well, don't let me keep you."
He reached a hand towards me, said, "come here", and I noticed for the first time with a halt that his ring finger was bare. I know he noticed my glance, because he gave me a small smile when I caught his eyes. I took his hand, warm and dry, and he pulled me over to him. His hand slipped up my arm and across my back, and he moved as if to kiss me, but buried his face in my neck instead. My hand found a place on his shoulder, the other resting on his lapel, goosebumps sliding down my arms as he kissed my neck.
"Mmm, I'm glad you're here." He murmured into me, tilting my head up with his chin as he dropped fluttery kisses on the sensitive skin. I sighed in agreement, pressing against him, my fingers burying in his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. His lips slid across my neck and over my jawbone, landing on my lips, kissing me briefly before stepping back quickly.
"Wait right here." He commanded me firmly, and I froze, unsteady on my feet with weak knees and a wobbly heart. I stood there with my eyes tightly closed, scrambling to remind myself that this was only sex, that no matter what he said, or how his fingers felt when they pressed into my skin, or the unspoken words that passed between his lips and mine, that this was sex. I could hear Stephen moving around the hotel room, and when I opened my eyes, the room was dark but for the floor to ceiling windows, curtains flung open to the electric lights of the city around us.
I turned back to him, my eyes searching in the dimmer hotel room for his figure. He appeared next to me and we were kissing again, my hands caught on his chest, his arms around me, a hotter harder kiss then we had before, insisting and demanding. I responded immediately to him, meeting his lips and tongue with my own, my hands gliding over the smooth flat surface of his suit jacket over the neck to his hair. I pulled back and slipped my hands under his jacket front, and with a satisfied smiled I pulled it off his shoulders, grasping it from the soft silk lining and tossing it on the bed.
"I've always wanted to do that to you," whispered. He grunted me in response, his eyes flashing darkly at me. His lips found mine again, catching them in his teeth, and I melted under his touch. I felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper on the back of my dress and I let him fumble, our lips tangled when he got it loose, pulling the zipper down in a one single deliciously slow motion. The dress landed in a puddle around my feet, slipping easily over my hips. I found myself glad I put on something sexy underneath it, leaving me pressed against Stephen in my heels, panties and matching black bra. His lips broke from mine, and his hands came off my back, grabbing instead on my hips, his thumbs tracing the line between my panties and my hipbones.
I realized with a startle that he was sinking to his knees, throwing nips and kisses down my neck, across my breasts, down my stomach. My hands instinctively wound into his hair, a groan escaping my lips as I felt him press his lips against my stomach, his hands sliding around to my butt to squeeze and pull me into him. I felt powerful and sexy standing there in my lingerie, a man like him on his knees in front of me. His lips kissed across the top of my panties. His head tilted up and his eyes caught mine--I looked down at him through the cleft in my bra, and he kissed my stomach softly, deliberately, his dark eyes staring up at me.
It felt like the air in the room was charged, pulsing, and I could feel my heart beat under my skin, unable to break my gaze away from the dark pools of inky black.
I whispered his name, almost inaudibly, my hands sliding down to touch his face. He leaned into my touch, and I stroked his cheekbone and forehead with my fingers, memorizing his features. All the thought of reminding myself that this was just sex disappeared. I opened my mouth to speak, and closed it instead. My chest rose and fell with each rushing breath. Something passed between us, a shift in the room, a crackle or a snap. He stood up quickly, his hands going straight to my hair, his lips pressing against mine now with a newer insistence, kissing me deeply and softly, pushing us backwards onto the bed with sure steps.
"I want you, I want you," he murmured.
I fell back onto the bed, and he straddled me, placing a knee on each side of my hips, and I could feel the cold leather of his shoes pressed against my calves, his weight locking my lower body onto the bed. I looked up at him, and grabbed the tie, pulling the loose knot out and tugging it slowly off his neck. I smiled at this.
"I've always wanted to do that, too." I smirked. He gave me a hot smile, tossing the tie from my hands behind him. He leaned down to kiss me, and I pushed him back up, my hands going immediately to the buttons on his dress shirt. I undid each one slowly, working my way down to his belt, tugging the dress shirt up out of his pants and letting him shrug it off. He was wearing a short sleeved white cotton shirt that I tugged up and over his body, off and onto the floor.
I let him fall back and kiss me then, wanting to feel more of his skin on me, luxuriating under the heat and pressure of his body straddling me, our lips caught and retreating in hot feverish kisses. He started moving down my body, tugging aside the cups of my bras to lift out my breasts, smiling devilishly at me as he gave his one a kiss, letting his fingers and hands linger on my aching nipples while his lips touched a trail down my stomach to the top of my panties. I was panting, rising anticipation flushing me, when he placed a kiss on the top of my mound, biting gentle and illiciting a cry from me, that he matched with deep growl.
"I know what you want." He murmured, letting his hands catch up to his mouth, his fingers sliding down my legs and back up across my thighs to the bottom of my panties, already damp and ready. I reached out with my hands to grab the bed, one hand getting a hold of his suit jacket, clutching it as I feel his fingers trace and press on my panties. He shifts on the bed and uses his hands to lift my knees up, settling down between my legs on the bed. I lose it when he hooks a finger in my panties and pulls them to the side, and I gasp out loud when I felt the warmth and pressure of his tongue on me, my hips rising up to meet him, my heart racing, wanting more.
He groans and murmurs into me, his lips splitting me open and his tongue finding just the right spot. I have one hand tangled in his hair, squeezing it and crying out as I rock onto him, looking down and see him between my legs incredibly hot to see. He slides a hand up to play with my nipples, rolling it between his fingertips, circling me with his tongue, driving me closer and closer to coming. I'm stumbling over words, actually amazed at how good it was, I wasn't expecting it to be this good, gasping and I feel my orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over my body in shivers and spasms, his voice urging me on. I cried out his name, my back arching off the bed, my body trembling with each kiss and lick he gives me, shuddering legs and stretching fingers.
I collapsed back on the bed, a heavy weighted feeling over my limbs, but still wanting, needing him. I reached up for his face and pulled him to me, his groan being silenced by my lips, and I tasted my saltiness on him, and I didn't care. I fumbled for his belt, his stronger hands undoing it easily and pulling it in one stroke off his suit pants, and I unzipped it, letting him kick it off the bed along with his shoes. I lifted my hips to quickly remove my panties and I felt his hand return, pressing up into me through them.
"I want to take those off," firmly, simply, quietly. A growl, really. I dropped my hips, a warm creeping flush over my skin when he moved to the end of the bed, taking my heeled foot in his hand. I could see his body in the dim amber light from the exposed windows, and watched as he leaned down and placed a steady kiss on my ankle. He slipped the heel off my foot and came up in kisses, dropping each one softly and gently on my skin, moving up to my thigh. He placed a kiss on my hip and switched to the other side. He tugged on my panties and I lifted my hips, letting him pull them slowly down and brushing my legs with kisses, finally dropping my panties and remaining shoe on the floor. I jolted and shuddered at each kiss, my exposed and cold warming under his lips, his touch electrifying.
He climbed back up my body on the bed, sliding between my hips, pressing the length of his body against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, trapped between our stomachs, and I was physically aching with a need for him, rocking my hips against him. I caught his hair and pulled him to me, trying to convey my need with my lips, kissing and biting his lower lip.
He pushed up above me, breaking our kiss, and I was caught again in his gaze, the room suddenly feeling quiet and still in the moment. The look in his eyes was indistinguishable for a split second, causing a flash of confusion and worry (had I done something wrong?) until I realized what it was. I caught my breath, my heart skidded to a stop, my ears ringing and pulse racing, and as soon as I recognized it--oh god, Stephen--the look was gone, replaced by his lips back on mine, catching my gasp. He was kissing me, sweetly and softly, shifting his body on me, and I found my hips rising under him, crying out into his mouth when I felt him enter me, pressing in surely, slowly and steady. His teeth caught my bottom lip as I arched and whimpered under the weight of him. His entire body felt magnetized, irradiated, electric, and his kiss sent me reeling when he started to move, slowly rocking his hips. My mind was spinning, a stream of sighs and moans from my lips, his hands sliding under my shoulders to press his face into my neck, my legs lifting up and wrapping around his waist as he fucked me, sweetly, burying his noises into my shoulder. His speed increased, driving more cries and groans from me, my hands roaming his back and hair, urging him on. He shifted slightly, pressing more upwards, and I shuddered, cried out his name, squeezing my legs around him as I felt him hit me in a delicious way. I knew it wouldn't take long, that this was overwhelming and intense.
"Kathryn, come for me," rushed, raspy, pulling me tight into him with his arms and his hips, pinning me to the bed. I gave into the hot crush of his body and lips, and leaned my head into his neck, my arms wrapped around him. I clutched him with my fingers, my nails pressing into his back, and his name was the only thing on my lips as I came, muffled by his neck and shoulder. Stephen finished a split second after me, driving into me faster and harder, his head bent down into my neck so I could smell his aftershave and shampoo and the damp sweat from his hair dripping down me, his voice gravel and sexiness.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight and heat pinning me to the bed. I didn't care, my own body was thrumming, trembling, and I could still feel him inside me, thick and pulsing. I tried to catch my breath, my heart racing like a run away horse, thudding and thudding. He rolled over on to the bed, pulling me sideways into him, my body tucked up against his side. I draped a leg over his hips, my head resting on his chest. We laid there rolled up against each other, sweaty and electrified, letting our heartbeats slow and collect our thoughts. My thoughts were scattered and flustered, and I couldn't think, my mind blown, could only feel my eyelids drooping heavily, and the rhythmic pulse of Stephen's breath under his chest.
When I woke up, the room was dark, but a blue light glowed from the front room, where a small couch was put. I was alone in the bed, naked except for my bra and his suit jacket, laid over me. I rolled out of the bed, stretching, and grabbed the linen dress from the floor, dropping it over my head and zipping it up. I wondered how late it was. I remembered our sex. I remembered his touch, his voice, bits and snippets flashing, but I mostly remembered the look he gave me, how deep and serious it was, and how quickly it was gone. I flushed, frowning.
I walked into the front room and found Stephen with his cell phone on, looking at it and tapping away at something. He glanced up when he heard me, a glittering smile on his face, and I smiled simply, sitting across from him on the rather hard couch. He was wearing the suit pants, no belt, and the soft cotton shirt.
"What time is it?"
"3am."
"How long have you been awake?"
"I never fell asleep. You conked out immediately. I laid with you for a little while, and came out here. I didn't want the light to disturb you."
"Thanks," I said quietly, fighting off a yawn and a stretch. I smelled like sex, and for that matter, so did Stephen. He clicked the phone off and slid it on the coffee table, crossing his hands behind his head and smiling at me.
"Come here," he murmured, smirking sexily. I complied immediately, crawling off to settling next to him on the couch, his arm draping over my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I leaned against his chest, let my hand rest on it. I had an unasked question on the tip of my tongue, but there was no way I could put it into words. I wouldn't know what to say, what to ask. And I knew the answer. I didn't want to hear it. I scolded myself, knowing I was playing with fire, and I continued to play along. At any point I could have stopped this, could have told him no, kicked him out--all the best decisions for my heart. But I didn't. I had sex with him like that, sex that was so far beyond just "fucking" that it was in a whole different universe. I was angry at myself, upset that at 33 years old, I was making the same hurtful and stupid decisions I made in my younger days. And I melted when his fingers stroked absentmindedly against my arm. I felt guilty, because I wasn't sure how he felt about me. It was hard for me to distinguish Stephen simply being kind, with Stephen being something more. I felt guilty, because we had agreed on the terms of this relationship, even if they were unspoken, and I was breaking them.
"Should we order food? I'm starved." He asked.
We did. We ordered Thai take-out, a miracle of New York that food was available after 9pm. We sat in front of the silent TV, leaving it on a 24 hour news channel with the sound down, chatting and talk and slurping pho noodles. When the sun came up, we pulled down the covers and slid into the downy bed, stripping the clothes off each other and making love again, slow and lingering as the orange sunrise broke through the buildings outside and dropped down the walls. His touch was burning on my skin, his lips and fingers scorching me, moving against me under the fluffy comforter, dragging my orgasm out with his fingers between our bodies. He clamped his mouth down on mine while he came in me with a muffled cry, and I loved feeling his body shudder over me, knowing I had driven him to that point, loved how he made my hips ache with each thrust. When we fell into the sheets afterwards, he dragged the comforter up over us, cocooning us in the white fluff. He slept spooned against me, his head buried in my neck, his arm thrown over me and his thighs pressed into mine. I held my tears back until I knew he was asleep, waiting for the rhythm of his breathing slow and settle, and then I let them fall into the pillowcase. I snuggled back into the warmth of his body, and tried to sleep, my heart heavy and full.
Pairings/Characters: Stephen/Other
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Graphic sex
Disclaimer: All television shows, movies, books, and other copyrighted material referred to in this work, and the characters, settings, and events thereof, are the properties of their respective owners. As this work is an interpretation of the original material and not for-profit, it constitutes fair use. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in a fictional context, and are not intended to be libelous, defamatory, or in any way factual.
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9
When he took a step back, he noticed immediately that I was quickly and surreptitiously as possible wiping away the wet marks on my face.
We were still standing closely in the hallway. I felt embarrassed, shakey, excited, and I mostly just wanted a moment of air outside of this hallway, whose walls felt like they were closing in. I went to take a step towards the door, the key in my hand, when his hand caught my arm under my elbow with one hand, and nudged my face up towards his with his other, a gentle push under my chin.
He frowned at me, the hand on my face smudging away a wet spot on my cheek, with a murmured "What's this? Don't cry." I smiled begrudgingly at him, touched his sweetness, caught in his eyes and flustered. Then was smiling at me, a flash of concern on his brow but mostly smiling. "Was the kiss that bad? I know I'm out of practice, but really?"
I couldn't help but laugh, an awkward breathy laugh that broke the tension, wiping off under my eyes with my fingertips. "You know how good that kiss was," I said, pushing him teasingly away from me so I could get to the door. He smiled at me and took a step back, hands in his suit pocket, and let me unlock the room.
It was dark inside, and as I went through flipping on lights, I could see it is a nice room. Beautiful view through the window once I pulled the heavy light blocking curtains across. The bed was king sized, and plush with white pillows, the rest of the room done in dark browns and mahogany. There was a small entry way that had a round table with flowers upon it. My suitcase and laptop bag were set neatly near the dresser, brought up by the front desk when I checked in early. The door closed behind me with a click, and I heard Stephen push the slide lock across. I swallowed at the intimate sounding click.
I turned and found him in the bedroom, staring out the window. I closed my eyes briefly and took a deep breath, steadying my racing heart.
"So, hi there." I said coyly.
He turned to smile at me, and I got a chance to see him completely in the lamplight. His hands were tucked into his suit pockets, his blue tie pulled loosely out, his dress shit unbutton by one. His hair was ruffled, and he wasn't wearing glasses. His head was cocked and he was regarding me with very attractive smirk. I couldn't believe he was standing here in front of me. All those months of hearing only his voice, or seeing only a flattened image of him on a screen, it was almost disorientating how very *there* he was. He looked much different than I remember, but he was cleaned up. And he could clean up quite nice. I wanted him.
"Hello to you too." He said, with a grin, equally coyly.
"Fancy seeing you here."
"Oh, I know, what a coincidence, I was just waiting for this beautiful brunette to come by..." He gestured with his hand, rolling it out. I flushed at his compliment.
"You were? Well, don't let me keep you."
He reached a hand towards me, said, "come here", and I noticed for the first time with a halt that his ring finger was bare. I know he noticed my glance, because he gave me a small smile when I caught his eyes. I took his hand, warm and dry, and he pulled me over to him. His hand slipped up my arm and across my back, and he moved as if to kiss me, but buried his face in my neck instead. My hand found a place on his shoulder, the other resting on his lapel, goosebumps sliding down my arms as he kissed my neck.
"Mmm, I'm glad you're here." He murmured into me, tilting my head up with his chin as he dropped fluttery kisses on the sensitive skin. I sighed in agreement, pressing against him, my fingers burying in his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. His lips slid across my neck and over my jawbone, landing on my lips, kissing me briefly before stepping back quickly.
"Wait right here." He commanded me firmly, and I froze, unsteady on my feet with weak knees and a wobbly heart. I stood there with my eyes tightly closed, scrambling to remind myself that this was only sex, that no matter what he said, or how his fingers felt when they pressed into my skin, or the unspoken words that passed between his lips and mine, that this was sex. I could hear Stephen moving around the hotel room, and when I opened my eyes, the room was dark but for the floor to ceiling windows, curtains flung open to the electric lights of the city around us.
I turned back to him, my eyes searching in the dimmer hotel room for his figure. He appeared next to me and we were kissing again, my hands caught on his chest, his arms around me, a hotter harder kiss then we had before, insisting and demanding. I responded immediately to him, meeting his lips and tongue with my own, my hands gliding over the smooth flat surface of his suit jacket over the neck to his hair. I pulled back and slipped my hands under his jacket front, and with a satisfied smiled I pulled it off his shoulders, grasping it from the soft silk lining and tossing it on the bed.
"I've always wanted to do that to you," whispered. He grunted me in response, his eyes flashing darkly at me. His lips found mine again, catching them in his teeth, and I melted under his touch. I felt his fingers fumbling with the zipper on the back of my dress and I let him fumble, our lips tangled when he got it loose, pulling the zipper down in a one single deliciously slow motion. The dress landed in a puddle around my feet, slipping easily over my hips. I found myself glad I put on something sexy underneath it, leaving me pressed against Stephen in my heels, panties and matching black bra. His lips broke from mine, and his hands came off my back, grabbing instead on my hips, his thumbs tracing the line between my panties and my hipbones.
I realized with a startle that he was sinking to his knees, throwing nips and kisses down my neck, across my breasts, down my stomach. My hands instinctively wound into his hair, a groan escaping my lips as I felt him press his lips against my stomach, his hands sliding around to my butt to squeeze and pull me into him. I felt powerful and sexy standing there in my lingerie, a man like him on his knees in front of me. His lips kissed across the top of my panties. His head tilted up and his eyes caught mine--I looked down at him through the cleft in my bra, and he kissed my stomach softly, deliberately, his dark eyes staring up at me.
It felt like the air in the room was charged, pulsing, and I could feel my heart beat under my skin, unable to break my gaze away from the dark pools of inky black.
I whispered his name, almost inaudibly, my hands sliding down to touch his face. He leaned into my touch, and I stroked his cheekbone and forehead with my fingers, memorizing his features. All the thought of reminding myself that this was just sex disappeared. I opened my mouth to speak, and closed it instead. My chest rose and fell with each rushing breath. Something passed between us, a shift in the room, a crackle or a snap. He stood up quickly, his hands going straight to my hair, his lips pressing against mine now with a newer insistence, kissing me deeply and softly, pushing us backwards onto the bed with sure steps.
"I want you, I want you," he murmured.
I fell back onto the bed, and he straddled me, placing a knee on each side of my hips, and I could feel the cold leather of his shoes pressed against my calves, his weight locking my lower body onto the bed. I looked up at him, and grabbed the tie, pulling the loose knot out and tugging it slowly off his neck. I smiled at this.
"I've always wanted to do that, too." I smirked. He gave me a hot smile, tossing the tie from my hands behind him. He leaned down to kiss me, and I pushed him back up, my hands going immediately to the buttons on his dress shirt. I undid each one slowly, working my way down to his belt, tugging the dress shirt up out of his pants and letting him shrug it off. He was wearing a short sleeved white cotton shirt that I tugged up and over his body, off and onto the floor.
I let him fall back and kiss me then, wanting to feel more of his skin on me, luxuriating under the heat and pressure of his body straddling me, our lips caught and retreating in hot feverish kisses. He started moving down my body, tugging aside the cups of my bras to lift out my breasts, smiling devilishly at me as he gave his one a kiss, letting his fingers and hands linger on my aching nipples while his lips touched a trail down my stomach to the top of my panties. I was panting, rising anticipation flushing me, when he placed a kiss on the top of my mound, biting gentle and illiciting a cry from me, that he matched with deep growl.
"I know what you want." He murmured, letting his hands catch up to his mouth, his fingers sliding down my legs and back up across my thighs to the bottom of my panties, already damp and ready. I reached out with my hands to grab the bed, one hand getting a hold of his suit jacket, clutching it as I feel his fingers trace and press on my panties. He shifts on the bed and uses his hands to lift my knees up, settling down between my legs on the bed. I lose it when he hooks a finger in my panties and pulls them to the side, and I gasp out loud when I felt the warmth and pressure of his tongue on me, my hips rising up to meet him, my heart racing, wanting more.
He groans and murmurs into me, his lips splitting me open and his tongue finding just the right spot. I have one hand tangled in his hair, squeezing it and crying out as I rock onto him, looking down and see him between my legs incredibly hot to see. He slides a hand up to play with my nipples, rolling it between his fingertips, circling me with his tongue, driving me closer and closer to coming. I'm stumbling over words, actually amazed at how good it was, I wasn't expecting it to be this good, gasping and I feel my orgasm hit me like a wave, crashing over my body in shivers and spasms, his voice urging me on. I cried out his name, my back arching off the bed, my body trembling with each kiss and lick he gives me, shuddering legs and stretching fingers.
I collapsed back on the bed, a heavy weighted feeling over my limbs, but still wanting, needing him. I reached up for his face and pulled him to me, his groan being silenced by my lips, and I tasted my saltiness on him, and I didn't care. I fumbled for his belt, his stronger hands undoing it easily and pulling it in one stroke off his suit pants, and I unzipped it, letting him kick it off the bed along with his shoes. I lifted my hips to quickly remove my panties and I felt his hand return, pressing up into me through them.
"I want to take those off," firmly, simply, quietly. A growl, really. I dropped my hips, a warm creeping flush over my skin when he moved to the end of the bed, taking my heeled foot in his hand. I could see his body in the dim amber light from the exposed windows, and watched as he leaned down and placed a steady kiss on my ankle. He slipped the heel off my foot and came up in kisses, dropping each one softly and gently on my skin, moving up to my thigh. He placed a kiss on my hip and switched to the other side. He tugged on my panties and I lifted my hips, letting him pull them slowly down and brushing my legs with kisses, finally dropping my panties and remaining shoe on the floor. I jolted and shuddered at each kiss, my exposed and cold warming under his lips, his touch electrifying.
He climbed back up my body on the bed, sliding between my hips, pressing the length of his body against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and throbbing, trapped between our stomachs, and I was physically aching with a need for him, rocking my hips against him. I caught his hair and pulled him to me, trying to convey my need with my lips, kissing and biting his lower lip.
He pushed up above me, breaking our kiss, and I was caught again in his gaze, the room suddenly feeling quiet and still in the moment. The look in his eyes was indistinguishable for a split second, causing a flash of confusion and worry (had I done something wrong?) until I realized what it was. I caught my breath, my heart skidded to a stop, my ears ringing and pulse racing, and as soon as I recognized it--oh god, Stephen--the look was gone, replaced by his lips back on mine, catching my gasp. He was kissing me, sweetly and softly, shifting his body on me, and I found my hips rising under him, crying out into his mouth when I felt him enter me, pressing in surely, slowly and steady. His teeth caught my bottom lip as I arched and whimpered under the weight of him. His entire body felt magnetized, irradiated, electric, and his kiss sent me reeling when he started to move, slowly rocking his hips. My mind was spinning, a stream of sighs and moans from my lips, his hands sliding under my shoulders to press his face into my neck, my legs lifting up and wrapping around his waist as he fucked me, sweetly, burying his noises into my shoulder. His speed increased, driving more cries and groans from me, my hands roaming his back and hair, urging him on. He shifted slightly, pressing more upwards, and I shuddered, cried out his name, squeezing my legs around him as I felt him hit me in a delicious way. I knew it wouldn't take long, that this was overwhelming and intense.
"Kathryn, come for me," rushed, raspy, pulling me tight into him with his arms and his hips, pinning me to the bed. I gave into the hot crush of his body and lips, and leaned my head into his neck, my arms wrapped around him. I clutched him with my fingers, my nails pressing into his back, and his name was the only thing on my lips as I came, muffled by his neck and shoulder. Stephen finished a split second after me, driving into me faster and harder, his head bent down into my neck so I could smell his aftershave and shampoo and the damp sweat from his hair dripping down me, his voice gravel and sexiness.
He collapsed on top of me, his weight and heat pinning me to the bed. I didn't care, my own body was thrumming, trembling, and I could still feel him inside me, thick and pulsing. I tried to catch my breath, my heart racing like a run away horse, thudding and thudding. He rolled over on to the bed, pulling me sideways into him, my body tucked up against his side. I draped a leg over his hips, my head resting on his chest. We laid there rolled up against each other, sweaty and electrified, letting our heartbeats slow and collect our thoughts. My thoughts were scattered and flustered, and I couldn't think, my mind blown, could only feel my eyelids drooping heavily, and the rhythmic pulse of Stephen's breath under his chest.
When I woke up, the room was dark, but a blue light glowed from the front room, where a small couch was put. I was alone in the bed, naked except for my bra and his suit jacket, laid over me. I rolled out of the bed, stretching, and grabbed the linen dress from the floor, dropping it over my head and zipping it up. I wondered how late it was. I remembered our sex. I remembered his touch, his voice, bits and snippets flashing, but I mostly remembered the look he gave me, how deep and serious it was, and how quickly it was gone. I flushed, frowning.
I walked into the front room and found Stephen with his cell phone on, looking at it and tapping away at something. He glanced up when he heard me, a glittering smile on his face, and I smiled simply, sitting across from him on the rather hard couch. He was wearing the suit pants, no belt, and the soft cotton shirt.
"What time is it?"
"3am."
"How long have you been awake?"
"I never fell asleep. You conked out immediately. I laid with you for a little while, and came out here. I didn't want the light to disturb you."
"Thanks," I said quietly, fighting off a yawn and a stretch. I smelled like sex, and for that matter, so did Stephen. He clicked the phone off and slid it on the coffee table, crossing his hands behind his head and smiling at me.
"Come here," he murmured, smirking sexily. I complied immediately, crawling off to settling next to him on the couch, his arm draping over my shoulder. He pressed a kiss to my forehead and I leaned against his chest, let my hand rest on it. I had an unasked question on the tip of my tongue, but there was no way I could put it into words. I wouldn't know what to say, what to ask. And I knew the answer. I didn't want to hear it. I scolded myself, knowing I was playing with fire, and I continued to play along. At any point I could have stopped this, could have told him no, kicked him out--all the best decisions for my heart. But I didn't. I had sex with him like that, sex that was so far beyond just "fucking" that it was in a whole different universe. I was angry at myself, upset that at 33 years old, I was making the same hurtful and stupid decisions I made in my younger days. And I melted when his fingers stroked absentmindedly against my arm. I felt guilty, because I wasn't sure how he felt about me. It was hard for me to distinguish Stephen simply being kind, with Stephen being something more. I felt guilty, because we had agreed on the terms of this relationship, even if they were unspoken, and I was breaking them.
"Should we order food? I'm starved." He asked.
We did. We ordered Thai take-out, a miracle of New York that food was available after 9pm. We sat in front of the silent TV, leaving it on a 24 hour news channel with the sound down, chatting and talk and slurping pho noodles. When the sun came up, we pulled down the covers and slid into the downy bed, stripping the clothes off each other and making love again, slow and lingering as the orange sunrise broke through the buildings outside and dropped down the walls. His touch was burning on my skin, his lips and fingers scorching me, moving against me under the fluffy comforter, dragging my orgasm out with his fingers between our bodies. He clamped his mouth down on mine while he came in me with a muffled cry, and I loved feeling his body shudder over me, knowing I had driven him to that point, loved how he made my hips ache with each thrust. When we fell into the sheets afterwards, he dragged the comforter up over us, cocooning us in the white fluff. He slept spooned against me, his head buried in my neck, his arm thrown over me and his thighs pressed into mine. I held my tears back until I knew he was asleep, waiting for the rhythm of his breathing slow and settle, and then I let them fall into the pillowcase. I snuggled back into the warmth of his body, and tried to sleep, my heart heavy and full.