The plea broke whatever was left of my sense of chivalry. If she wanted me to touch her, then fuck yes. At least one of us could get some relief.
I undid the button of her pants and slid the zipper down while she nodded her encouragement, resting her forehead against mine. Then I took her mouth in a hot, wet kiss, and sent my fingers down the smooth skin of her tight stomach, pushing past the silk barrier of her panties and into the scorching heat of her.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaking wet.” She coated my fingers, all hot and slick as I dipped to her entrance.
She whimpered, bracing her hands on my shoulders and digging in with her sharp little nails. I wanted her to grab harder, to leave marks so when we left this theater, I knew this had actually happened, and I wasn’t in just another dream.
I stroked her from entrance to clit, swirling over that little bundle of nerves with two fingers.
The sound of her whimper was enough to fuel my fantasies for the next month. She was so incredibly responsive, so honest in her needs and wants that I lost myself in the act of pleasuring her. I’d always been about mutual enjoyment when it came to the bedroom, but I’d never been so focused, so driven to get someone off the way I was with London.
My entire body burned with the need to see her come apart, to be the one that took her to that edge and pushed her over it.
I rolled my fingers over her clit, stroking and teasing the flesh, then I slid to her entrance and sank two fingers inside her. My kiss swallowed her cry as she clenched around me.
She was so fucking tight that she gripped my fingers like a vise as I stroked in and out of her, fucking her mouth at the same rhythm with my tongue, slow and deep. Her thighs tensed around my legs as she rode my hand, and I pressed the heel of my palm hard against her clit so she ground against it.
“Jansen!” She broke the kiss with a gasp as her muscles locked, then trembled.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” I whispered. “So hot and tight around my fingers, London. Come for me.” I curled my fingers inward slightly and thrust faster, sending her into the throes of an orgasm.
She screamed, but I caught it with a kiss as she came apart over and over. I stroked her through, bringing her down slowly until she shuddered one last time and went limp against me.
“What the hell was that?” she mumbled into my neck, the last word breaking when I slid my fingers from the warmth of her pussy.
“Never had an orgasm before?” I teased, my fingers shaking slightly as I managed to button her pants and zip her up. Fuck, I was a mess. My heart was racing, and my breathing sounded like I’d just run a fucking marathon.
Get some control, Sterling.
“Not with a guy,” she muttered, then yanked her head up, her eyes flying wide. “I mean, not with a girl, either. Not that there’s anything wrong with girls who do, of course. I just prefer men. Well, prefer you.”
I smiled and brushed my thumb over her lip.
“Never?” How the hell was that possible? London was traffic-stopping beautiful, whip-smart, and had a body that begged to be stroked.
“Never.” She shook her head slowly.
“Seriously?” It had to be asked. I couldn’t imagine anyone getting London under their hands and not spending hours figuring out exactly what made her body purr.
“I’ve dated—I’m not a nun or anything, but I’ve never wanted like that.” She looped her arms around my neck. “You, however, I wanted in the elevator. You probably could have pushed me against the wall, and I would have climbed you like a ladder.” Her eyebrows rose.
A slow smile spread across my face. “Then we would have been in perfect agreement. Not sure it would have looked too good once the guys got the doors open, though.”
She huffed a laugh and stroked her fingers through the ends of my hair.
My mind started tripping all over itself at the thought of feeling her come again and again. Next time I’d do it with my tongue and lips, and if it freaked her out too much to feel restrained, she could ride my fucking face all night long. My dick screamed in agreement.