“She’s out cold – like I said. No problem.”
He pulled the chair up against the door, letting all the clothes slide off into a heap, then wedged its wooden back tightly under the handle.
He turned slowly, staring down at me.
From the look on his face, I guessed he wanted to cash in the rain check on the make-out session I’d promised him. I definitely wasn’t on the same page; the adrenaline rush caused by Estelle’s noisy return had freaked me out.
I pulled my cellphone out of my jeans pocket and flipped it over to check the time: it was after 1 AM.
“It’s late,” I whispered. “I should get back.”
“Stay. Please.”
He sat down next to me again and ran the tips of his fingers down my arm.
“We don’t know when we’ll have another night together,” he said persuasively, kissing my shoulder. “What difference does it make if you go now or in a few hours?”
When he didn’t meet any resistance, he pushed me gently back onto his bed and used his body to press me into the thin mattress. I could feel that he was already aroused. Boy, it didn’t take much. I still felt shaken, but at the same time it thrilled me that I could make him feel that way, make his body respond that way.
“Stay,” he whispered as he ran his tongue up my neck and tugged at my ear lobe with his teeth.
His right hand rode up under my T-shirt and cupped my breast, circling his thumb over my nipple. “Please stay.”
For that moment, his touch pushed away all my concerns, all the dull considerations of a rational mind and I wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him closer.
My tongue swept into his mouth and I raked my nails down his back, making him cry out.
“Ssh, you have to be quiet, tesoro,” I reminded him.
I tugged on the hem of his T-shirt and he immediately yanked it over his head, throwing it across the room. Mine soon followed and the cold metal of his pants button pressed into my belly making me shiver.
I lay on my side so he could unhook my bra; this time he didn’t fumble – within seconds it had joined my T-shirt on the growing heap. In fact, there wasn’t any floor space that wasn’t littered with clothes, his and mine.
He knelt up to watch me as I undid my zipper and shimmied out of my jeans and panties. He ran his hands down my body and then slid his fingers back up along my inner thighs. I closed my eyes and sighed deeply with pleasure and desire.
His body hovered over mine again and I enjoyed the rough feel of his denim against my bare flesh. I pulled his waistband towards me and slipped my hands inside, running my hands over his fine, sculpted ass. A tremor ran through him and he leaned down to kiss me again.
Hastily I unzipped his jeans, pushing them down over his hips. When he sat up to kick off his pants, I reached up to run the nail of my index finger from his chest to his stomach, watching the faint white mark I left behind quickly fade. His eyes fluttered closed and he sucked in a deep breath as his body quivered.
“Now you’ve got me here,” I said teasingly, “what are you going to do with me?”
His eyes opened wide with surprise. “What do you mean?”
“Well, what do you want to do?”
“I want to make love to you,” he said, sounding confused.
I laughed gently. “Yes, I can see that! But will you be on top, or shall I be on top, or maybe you’d like to do it from behind again? Or perhaps I should let my mouth do the talking? You choose.”
He licked his lips as he hesitated, his eyes blazing.
“From behind,” he whispered.
“Your wish is my command.”
I knelt up on the bed and, with deliberate slowness, turned around and sank to all fours. Then I glanced at him over my shoulder, flicking my hair out of my eyes.
I heard him suck in a deep breath and the springs of the bed protested loudly as he climbed up the mattress. He knelt behind me, holding my hip with one hand and positioning himself with the other. He sank into me slowly and groaned loudly.
“Fuck! Oh, fuck!”