22. Sterling
Chapter twenty-two
Sterling
I kiss the heck out of Weland. It’s more than the fact that I’ve missed her. It’s more than me being happy to see her. It’s more like I’ve found the missing piece she was talking about. Not just out of my life but out of my soul. I didn’t exactly pour my heart out in that song because it really was just designed to make Weland laugh, but I’m pouring my soul out tonight. In the living room, up the stairs, and toward the bathroom.
“Should we go in?” I pant, tearing off my T-shirt.
“Nah, too messy. Too much water. Too much shower. Although…maybe after.”
“After?”
“After this.” She tackles my jeans, and I let her. She’s good at buttons. It pops right out, and she unzips them and then starts tearing them down. I do the same for her pants, tugging, pulling, ripping, tearing, shrugging, struggling, and shucking.
Before long, we’re both naked, our hands roving wildly all over each other. We kiss like we need to kiss in order to save the planet from imminent destruction, and if we don’t get to kiss level ten, then we’re doomed. I thought I was doomed once, but Weland proved to me how wrong I was. I wasn’t asleep, and my heart wasn’t dead. It was just waiting for her.
She shuts the door after us. “So we don’t scandalize the children.”
My mouth cracks open, but then I realize she’s just talking about Beans. There aren’t any kids in here. “Scandalize. I like that word. I’d very much like it if you would scandalize me.”
She blinks at me, slow and flirty and with plenty of intent behind it. “And how would I do that, good sir?”
“You could sit on my face, for starters.”
“Gah! That’s scandalous, alright,” she rasps.
“Scandalous and hot.”
“What if I smother you?”
“Then I’d more than die a happy man,” I say to her.
“Good lord. I’m not really going to do that.”
“Smother me or sit on my face?”
She blushes. I love seeing that delicate pink light up her cheeks. She’s so cute when she’s embarrassed and flustered. I step close and set my hand on her hip. She’s wearing a bra and panties, and that’s it. I still have my boxers on. I glance at the blinds, but they’re all shut tight, and the lights are out. It’s just us in here doing our thing. Doing us.
I let my hand travel over her hip, and she gasps. Then, I let it travel down further, down the soaked silky panties, down to her clit. I tap lightly against the wet fabric, and her hips jerk against my hand. Her knees creak forward, wobbling into me.
“Oh god,” she sighs. “That’s nice.”
“Did you touch yourself when I was gone?” I whisper.
“What? Good lord.”
“If you did, I’d think it was hot. Three weeks is a long time to wait. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be in Nashville, dealing with business. You weren’t sure. So yes, I’d be happy to hear you touched yourself. It’s healthy. It’s a great way to escape stress and make up for what we can’t control. Tell me that you did. And that you thought about me.”
“I did,” she finally confesses. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her cheeks flame up even brighter. “Just once, though.”
“Tsk, tsk. We’ll have to talk about that control. In this case, a lack thereof is most decidedly sexy. In the future, we’ll have to have really good phone sex.”
“Oh my god! Who does that? Are you serious?”
“Absolutely. If it’s with each other, I think it’s hot. But if not, it’s okay. If we try and don’t like it, it’s not something we have to keep doing. I just think we’d really like it. Because we won’t always be able to be with each other. Hopefully, this is the longest stretch we’re ever apart, but I do still have to travel for business, and sometimes I even go to Europe. It’s not just across this country. I hope you’ll come with me, but I understand there are times when you won’t be able to. So…phones.”
“Maybe.” She leans into my touch, though, and that perhaps sounds more promising. More than a maybe and more of a cautious yes, but only because it’s with you, and trying new things with you might be fun.
“Maybe is good,” I say.
“Trying new things is good,” she adds.
“Dirty talking with you would be good.”
“Everything with you would be good.”
She laughs and kisses me as I get her steered toward the bed. Then, I spot a section of open wall and take a detour. Trying new things is good, she said, and I want to try this with her. I want to try everything with her. As I said, everything with her would be good.
My hard cock bumps into her center as I back her into the smooth wall. She grasps my shoulders and tries to climb me, footing me with her foot on my calf and then my upper thigh. Her head falls back as I bump into her again, not so accidentally this time. I grasp her hips and lift her up, rocking her hard against me and the wall. She has nowhere to go but into me, which is a great place to be.
My fingers slip over the lace at the sides of her panties. It’s fragile. Delicate. “These just happen to be in the way, my darling.”
“Oh? Just let me…” she mumbles.
I give a tug, and they rip at the side before she has a chance to shimmy away from me and pull them off herself. She gasps and looks up at me with fire in her eyes but laughter on her lips.
“That was undignified. You could have waited a hot minute.”
“When it comes to you, I can’t.” I tug at the other side, and the lace is so fragile and delicate that it gives way under that tug too. I’m now holding a scrap of fabric, and it gets tossed over my shoulder in favor of Weland. I can’t keep my hands off of her. I don’t ever want to have to stop touching her.
“They were expensive,” she pants as I stroke my finger through her folds. She’s so wet that we might as well have gone into the bathroom and started up the shower. The water would have washed this away, though. Or mixed in with it, and I just want Weland. Every single bit of her. Natural, soaking wet, hot for me, swollen, and ready. I want to taste her skin and have it be just her. No water, and nothing slicking away the womanly scent of her.
“I’ll buy you a thousand more pairs.”
“Goodness. Wherever shall I put a thousand pairs of underwear?”
I let out a small laugh. “Alright, I’ll buy you ten.”
“Hmm, I think I could find homes for ten pairs. And maybe one super hot and sexy bodysuit?”
“Your wish is my command.” Even if thinking about her in sexy lingerie nearly kills me on the spot.
I run my hand over her hip as my eyes flutter closed at the gorgeous feel of her skin under my fingers. I dreamed about this. Literally. Every single night. And most days when I was awake, too. I longed for her. I missed her. Not just this, but all of her. Her laughter, her determination, her strength, her intelligence. I felt the hole in my life so keenly that it scared me a little. It’s rather frightening not to realize you have a big gaping hole there at all and then suddenly become so aware of it.
The frightening part is that I’m scared of losing her. But it’s not going to happen. I won’t let it ever happen. I won’t let life ever happen. Because there will be no life for me without Weland in it. I know that already.
I stroke lower, letting my fingers explore her smoothness until I reach her folds again. I continue teasing her like that, bringing them to her entrance but then dancing back up to her clit. She moans.
“You have a lovely pussy, my darling,” I purr.
She groans. “That lovely pussy wants your hard cock in it.”
Said cock throbs in utter agreement. “Oh, are you getting into the dirty-talking game? Please tell me this is going to be a thing. I find it rather delightful.”
“I find you to need to get inside me. Right. Freaking. Now.”
“Are you on the pill?” I check, just to be sure.
She doesn’t open her eyes and look at me, and her head doesn’t pull away from the wall. “It’s been three weeks. I got on it as soon as you left. So yes, I’m good. I’m good for you to go in there and stay in there and make us both feel good until we can’t stand up anymore.”
Holy. God. Okay, yes. All the yeses. All the okays.
When I look back down at her, her eyes have finally opened, and she’s looking at me. Her smile is the best thing in the entirety of the world. “What’s funny?” I ask.
“You.” She cups my face. “You. This. I just want to smile because I’m so happy.”
I bump against her center with my hardness again, and her pupils get even bigger. Her lips part, so of course I have to taste them. They’re delicious. Soft and ripe. Her hand is even better when it cups my dick, wrapping around the bulge through my boxers.
“Get these off,” Weland commands. “I won’t attempt to tear them. Underwear road rash rug burns wouldn’t be pretty.”
I tug them down my legs and step out of them. “Is that better?”
In reply, she wraps a tight fist around my dick and pumps me from the tip straight down to the base of my shaft. I can feel my heart leap into my throat, and my balls pretty much join it. “Better,” she says in agreement.
“Yes, it’s better,” I rasp breathily.
“I want to put you in my mouth. I want to suck on you and fondle your balls and do all manner of dirty things to you. I want to ride your face. I want everything too, but right now, I just really want you inside me.”
“I want that too.”
“I can’t wait, Sterling. You’ve been gone way the heck too long.”
She guides me to her entrance. I pause there, the tip of my dick ready to slide in, ready to take her, ready to be inside her. I’m so ready to be inside her. But I still have to pause because I want to savor this moment. I want to forever remember how her hands feel, digging into my shoulders, holding on, and grasping me. I want to remember the taste of her lips when I claim them right now. I want to remember her gasp when I grasp her hips and lift her back up against the wall, the way her legs clench around my waist, the way her hips slam straight into me, searching for me, her hot breaths against my neck as she rests her face there, and the feel of her teeth scraping over the skin of my neck because she’s playful, and she can give as good as she gets.
I feel completely inadequate when it comes to deserving this woman in my life, but I will deserve her, darn it. I will spend the rest of my life making us both happy. Even if she says she doesn’t need me to do that for her, I want to contribute. I want to contribute big time.
She leans into me and then digs her heels into my ass like she has the same idea about contributing to mine. “Need you,” she mumbles hotly. “Right now.”
“This is kind of nice too, though. Just hanging out here,” I tease.
“Bah! You had best be kidding,” she groans.
“Oh, I don’t know. This is pretty great.”
She adds one hand along with her heels to my butt cheek. “Being inside me will be even better.”
I’m already ready at her entrance. I push in just a little, and she’s right. She’s so right. I meant to just tease her and make comments that would drive her wild while I made her wait for this and drove us both to the brink of insanity, but I can’t. I can’t wait. She’s too perfect. She’s gloriously perfect in every possible way. She’s so tight, so warm and ready. Her walls fit snugly around my cock as I thrust inside. I think we both see stars, and it’s a darn good thing the wall is doing a good job of holding Weland up because my arms go a little bit lax. At least just for a second before I recover enough blood for my brain in order to make my arms and legs function, as well as other parts of me that are functioning at the moment.
Weland is already pressed up against the wall. There’s nowhere for her to go. I’m the one who has to set the pace, so I do that by tilting my hips. It allows me to slide out just a little and then fill her again. She’s a perfect fit, so snug and tight around my cock that I need a hand on the wall to ground myself while I keep the other one on Weland, supporting her.
“Holy god,” she grinds out against my lips. “Holy god, Sterling.”
I’m getting the right angle, I think, but the position makes it hard to truly let go.
There’s only one thing for that, and it’s not to be vertical. With a grunt, I pull out and walk us across the room, cupping Weland’s perfect bottom and her hips with both hands.
“Is this okay?” I set her down on the bed and flip her over. Then, I stroke my hand over the swell of her bottom and part her legs.
“Oh my holy hotdogs,” she sighs. “Yes, it’s okay.”
I climb onto the bed behind her and tilt her hips up with both hands, guiding her to me. She’s not at all shy, and just the sight of her in this position makes my balls swell and contract in turns. I know I don’t have long, but I don’t need long.
I fill her slowly, letting her adjust to the new position because it’s deeper and more intense than it was up against the wall. Weland is free to move, and her hips drive back against me as I fill her over and over. We’re a little bit mad, and things get a little bit frenzied. I know I’m not going to last, so I add my fingers to her clit and swirl in gentle circles while I thrust into her. Not long after, I feel her walls clenching around me, and then I feel her climax. It comes on hard. She cries out and claws at the blankets while also driving back into me. I can feel her pleasure, feel the waves contracting around my dick. And I can’t stop myself. I spiral into my own climax, or more like crash into it headfirst, going a thousand miles an hour. I launch myself into the vortex of pleasure and lose myself in it and in Weland. I would say I come all the way from my toes, but that would be ungentlemanly. Maybe, I don’t know. But I come hard . Exceptionally hard. At any rate, I can feel the pleasure all the way in my fingers and toes.
Weland keeps coming, and I realize I haven’t stopped gently circling her clit. She’s wild with it, and she outlasts me, moaning and thrashing against me until we both collapse on the bed. I manage to pull out first and not fall on top of her.
“Oh my holy…holy…just…wow.” She kisses me softly, and her body bumps against mine, causing her to gasp as she makes contact with all the places that are still so sensitive. I let out a little gasp of my own. “Just give me a few minutes, and then I’m game to ride you again however you want.”
“However I want? That’s a dangerous promise.” I haven’t even taken off her bra yet. A shiver of excitement races through me. In five minutes, I’m game to let her ride me however she wants. And this time, I’ll take off her bra and worship her lovely breasts.
“Oh, it might be. Because right now, I’m in the mood for dangerous.” Her smile is brighter than the sun, and it moves through me, owning and captivating me.
I plan on leaving no spot of her body untouched.
Uncared for.
Unexplored.
Unloved.
Right here, right now, in this bed, and every day going forward in the future. If this is an experiment in making it work, then every single day, I’m down to find out what it takes to do exactly that.