“You going to come for me, just like this. My mouth on your nipples, your hips grinding on my cock. You are, aren’t you?” Hadley loves when I talk while I’m inside her. It’s something that lit her up numerous times last night.
“God, I could come from your words alone,” she moans. My mouth latches onto her nipple, licking, sucking, and giving her that bite Hadley loves so much, before moving to the other side. There’s no way I’m not going to enjoy every inch of her body.
I move my lips off her nipple, slowly bringing her legs down, wanting to devour her sweet cunt, kissing a path down her stomach, breathing in the scent surrounding us. My forehead lands on her lower stomach. I can feel her body quake. Hadley’s hands never leave my hair. Fuck, she has a fascination with it when she’s on the verge of an orgasm.
“I can taste you, and my mouth isn’t even on this sexy cunt yet.” My fingers glide a path up the inside of her thigh. I’m praising the gods for cut-off denim shorts.
“Please.” Hadley’s hands reach for the button, showing me exactly what she wants. When I see her hand start to delve inside, I lean back.
“Fuck, yeah, show me where you want my mouth, fingers, and cock.” I help her peel her shorts off. The lacy thong she’s wearing does nothing to conceal the wetness that’s gathered at the lips of her pussy.
Hadley starts to lower her panties, but I don’t have patience for that. My mouth engulfs her pussy, lace and all, latching on, tasting everything she has to give. One hand fists my hair, the other is pinching her nipple. I bite her clit, and she falls apart, my name a whisper on her tongue. It only makes me love her more.
“Damn, I love when you come on my tongue,” I whisper against her pussy. It causes goose bumps to pebble along her skin.
“And I love your tongue, but I really want to feel your cock sink inside me.” Her eyes flutter open. She looks completely fuck drunk. It makes me want to beat on my chest in pride at the fact that I did that to her.
“Oh yeah, that’s going to happen, and soon.” I stand up, ready to undo my jeans when a thought occurs to me.
“Why are you stopping?” Hadley questions.
“We should be on our floor by now.” In all the years I’ve lived here, we’ve never had an elevator malfunction. My head spins around to the panel beside the door. All the buttons are lit.
“We didn’t touch that, did we?” Hadley has a sheepish tone to her voice.
“Nope, I hate like hell to tell you this, but you might want to get dressed in case we have an audience if this thing starts moving again.” I lick my lower lip, hating that Hadley’s getting dressed.
“I guess so. This really sucks. I wanted to know what all the fuss readers talk about when it comes to make-up sex.” She stomps her foot, causing her breasts to jiggle. All I can do is smile.
“You read entirely too many magazines, but we’ll try it out and compare our notes to theirs.” I reach for the phone that’s located inside the panel and bring it to my ear, ready to hear an operator. What I get is a dial tone. “Fuck.”
“No way. You’re kidding me. You know as well as I do the cell phone reception in this elevator is shitastic at best.” I don’t even have to tell Hadley what’s up with the phone by the way I slammed it down.
“Yep, looks like we’re stuck for the duration.” My back hits the wall, and I slide down, taking Hadley with me. She never did put her shorts back on. Her legs are bare, her shirt the only thing concealing what I just had my hands and mouth on.
“I guess make-up sex will have to wait,” she pouts.
“It’ll be worth it, and maybe it won’t take that long. If old Mrs. Smith has anything to say about it, you know she’s raising hell to anyone who will listen.”
“True. And if I’m going to be stuck on an elevator, there’s no one else I’d rather be with than you.” Hadley’s eyes meet mine. Her statement alone causes me to attack. My mouth meets hers, our lips collide, and our tongues meet. The thought of being here for hours no longer seems daunting, and the desire that had ebbed is now coming back in full force with every sweep of our tongues tangling together.ElevenHadley“It could be so much worse. We could be stuck in an elevator without power or air conditioning,” I whisper. My head is tucked into the crook of Coop’s neck. I’m breathing him in. He smells like home, a home I almost ran away from.