Page 91 of Yours, For Good

"Where is your room?" she asked.

"Fourth floor," I grumbled. "Fuck."

"Then we better start our journey upstairs, shouldn't we? It might take us years."

Her breathless words pulled a resigned chuckle from me. I gave her one last, hard kiss, and took her hand.

I pulled and guided her to the stairs. "Remind me to get the elevator working again."

"There's an elevator?"

"This used to be my grandmother's home." I took three steps at a time. Nora followed fast behind. "A tall house like this isn't friendly to an old person without one."

We rounded the banister to the next floor and took the second flight of stairs.

"Slow down," she complained. "My legs are not as long as yours and cardio isn't my forte—"

I pushed her against the wall halfway up the stairway. "If I slow down I'm going to end up fucking you right here."

She hooked her fingers on my pant pockets and pulled me closer to her. I groaned and pushed my erection against her.

She moaned. "I wouldn't have a problem with that. I want you."

"Fuck." I turned her against the wall and rubbed against her ass, and kissed her neck. "Hearing people say they want me has never turned me on before. It was fine. Fun, maybe. But when you do it…"

I ran my hands over her body, greedily covering territory on her ass, her hips, her belly.

"This okay?" I asked when my hand trailed over her clothes, and took over the fleshy triangle at the apex of her legs.

"Oh god…" Her hands flattened against the wall, while her nails dug into the plaster. "Yes."

I dug two fingers into the point where thighs and sex met.

I finished my thought, half aware of it, focused as I was in learning her pussy through her clothes. "When you say you want me, I lose my mind."

"I want you." She pushed her ass back against me and moaned.

I groaned. Mindlessly, I pulled her from the wall and led her to sit on a random staircase step.

Her hand shot to the banister, the other to keep her balance on the step above. "Javier!"

I opened her legs, raked my fingers down her thick, soft thighs. I fidgeted with the large ornamental button keeping her pants closed.

"I need my mouth on you," I said.

She tormented me with a slow lick of her bottom lip. "Show me what you want to do."

Kneeling an appropriate number of steps below her, I opened the button and pulled the piece of clothing down. With wide legs they slid down her generous limbs easily. She kept her heels; one of them settled on my shoulder and stabbed.

I whimpered with need. My eyes locked on her pussy, hidden behind black silk. Two of my fingers made a pass down the soft fabric, before pushing it to the side.

I gazed at her. "Can I use my tongue on you?"

Mouth open in lust, she arched an eyebrow. "I don't know. Can you?"

I licked my bottom lip and smiled. "If I may."

I dove mouth-first to her. The same insatiable thirst from that day in my library took over, and I played with her until she squirmed and buckled from my touch. I parted her lips with my fingers, teasing sensitive skin and folds and slick everything.